Putnam patriot. [volume] (Putnam, Conn.) 1872-1962, 1915-10-29

A HOLLAND TRIP
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The landlord of the Bfimfield hotel
..me out in his shirt sleeves, baby in
his arms and his pipe where it belong.
"a The object Of making Brimfield an
affective was for the purpose Of tele.
rboninp 10 the Holland hotel to max e
sore The landlord could provide. We
had A strong presumption that Marin
Kinney had for some time been scry-
ING anlbTosia to the gods and regsling
Them with her story of the Stafford
general merchant, who uneonseiously
won bel for a customer who asked for
pulpit. eyes sir, answered the
country merchant. "Come to think of
il. I've got an old pulpit in stock"
That Brimfield landlord, through
what diplomatic channels of trade in
formation | know not, was thoroughly
nested on the domestic economy of
Hollands once famous hotel.
aMr. Hopkins hasn't any housekeep-
or and hasn't had any this two
montbs.u he volunteered thrice. But
woman's voice answered finally over
the wire. She could provide sand
witches, but dinner?
Shades of Marin Kinney! Shades of
Marin Kinney, the minister's friend,
and everybodyis friendi Nothing but
sandwiches at the Holland hotel
80 the Brimfield landlord guessed he
could set on some kind of dinner for
five. While it was preparing he told
the chauffeur and me that Brimtield
was the farm for the experiments of
the Amherst Agricultural College. The
wise farmer nowadays, unlike his ia
Their, knowing not whether he made
money on his cows or lost, kept an in
dividual double entry account with
each cow. Thinking of my own scrub
herd, | did not join in. | followed the
example of the oriental court which
the Rev. Henry Martyr visited. No
body spoke. The missionary was told
that at that court it was the custom TO
say little, to think much.
1t was good dinner. 1t was served
by pretty girl who was kind enough
10 recommend the better cut of the two
roasts. She was unaffected enough to
laugh at my story of the Sturbridge
woman who removed the hasty pud
ding from the table when the snow
founders entered the long, red, low
farmhouse.
It's the same old sandy four miles to
Holland. You don't strike macadam
again until you get to the hither side
OF West Woodstock.
The young woman from Berlin, one
Of the three who sat back, said the
scenery was just like Scotland. Hol-
land, approaching from Bimfieid on
the north or Wales on the west, is just
like Scotland, she said Holland lake
is an are, but only half of it is here
visible, the remaining half hidden by
forest and hill. 1t has been show
scene from the earliest times. The
houses once occupied by the WebbefS
fly by in almost endless procession.
Hollands church and Hollands five
residences are the next curtain raiser
from the top of the bill by the GENE
terry. 1t is pretty bit. Holland vii
lage has grown in 80 years. There
were formerly five houses. Now there
are six. But one of them is unoeeu-
pied, So there you have your balance.
A ruddy faced man in the cemetery
looked at US from under big straw
hat. He politely dotted his hat. The
old sign, which swung between two
tall posts, "Holland Hotel,p is gone,
but the house and the barn, standing
opposite, with the road between, are
there. The Office has been shifted
from the southeast to the southwest
corner.
Nothing but echoes answ eeed TO a
knock on the door from the piazza.
Even the splendid hospitality and
cheerfulness of Marin Kinney, the
Yankee diplomacy and secretiveness OF
Elisha Kinney, her husband, and the
silken maiden whiskerss Of which his
mother was SO proud, and the polished
manners and urbanity Of Mr.. Frank,
at home in any society, could not sur
give, or had not survived flor Mr..
Frank Kinney was accidentally drown.
ed while lee harvesting on Holland
pond in the nineies) the esnker of
fifty years.
Entering the kitchen by the rear
door revealed landlady protein. OF
the type 1 have seen from Chepaehei
TO New Jersey. Why is it they ali
look alike? She was sorry we had not
come on to Holland for dinner, for she
could, had she just known what We
wanted, have provided US With ham
and eggs.
No; not many Webbers were left.
But Albert Weber and also Aunt
Nancy Webber were left, she said.And
Mrs. Frank Kinney, now living with
son In Springfield, had revisited the
old tavern only few days before.
The landlord entered, somewhat out
of breath, for he was the same man
who had dotted his straw hat in the
cemetery. | thought he appeared TO
be regretful that all ! sought was in
formation, but it may have been only