The Republican journal., 1915-09-16

in hot water because she never knows
what is coming to her next; and his per-
fectly im4movable face deceives anyone
who does not know him to be, as some
body expressed it, "Just a scream. -
Today sweet faced young girl present
ed herself at the window and introduced
herself as Chas. Harriman's daughter.
She was touring the mountains with an
automobile party and her call was brief
but very pleasant one to me, and it re-
minded me that just a year ago Mr..
and Mrs. Elmer Sherman and Mr.. and
Mrs. C. A. Horton were here, and that
1 enjoyed delightful automobile ride
with them to the Profile, and walk up
the wonderful Flume, place which it is
quite beyond me to describe. l remem-
Der that coming down, we reached a
point where half an acre or more of
smooth level ledge spread out before US.
One of the party suggested that this
would be an ideal building spot because
the lawn would never need moving.
''Tempus fidgets" as the old lady said,
al it hardly seems possible that year
has passed since then. The mention of
the Profile reminds me of young lady s
remark the other day upon hearing some
body call it "Profeel," ooh do say Pro-
file' she said, "you never heard people
talking about woodpeel, why should
they talk about ProfeeP'.
My clock still amuses the children.
Just now, returning from lunch, found
it in conspicuous place on the window
ledge, wearing around its neck a tag, "75
cts;Proceeds to 60 to the Belgian fund. :"
"Why it cost me a dollar" l cried as l
rescued it from its precarious position.
"What if you did" said Mrs. Wright.
cit was an alarm clock when you bought
it, now it's just an ordinary. plain clock. ="
She tells me that guest asked her what
"that woman" (meaning myselD carried
that clock around for, and she says she
replied, "Oh she's little ''out" you
know, and she runs to clocks. She seems
all right every other way SO we humor
her. But we expect that by next year
she will be trying to carry big grand
fathers clock around in her arms. :"
Whether this conversation did or did not
take place it is beyond me TO know, but
the recital of it in Mrs. Wright's happy
manner reduced the rest of us to state
of utter helplessness, and think if the
clock had not been deprived of its bell it
would have laughed, too.
On the night of August 18th the
old Tip Top House on Mt. Washing
ton burned, and some among our
guests who were staying at the new
house for few days, describe the fire
as most exciting and thrilling expert
ence. As the OLD house contained Sleep
ing accommodations and was depended
upon to take care of many of the tour
lists. it's loss is greatly regretted, and the
season is trying one to those whose
duty it is to make the new house shelter
a number of guests far beyond its room
ing capacity.
Here at Crawfords the rush continues
and will continue through the ''foliage
season." Already the sides of the noun
tains are thicky sprinkled with autumn
colors and each day they will increase and
the scenery will grow more beautiful,
until "Jack Frost" shall have exhausted
all the colors in his paint box, and then
the snow king will come stalking through
and with one sweep of his brush will
obliterate it all and change the face of
nature to a dazzling wilderness. Then
the last guest will go hurrying down to
warmer localities-and Ito my home
and the PassagassawaukeagRi River.
R. T. NEWELL.
Crawford House, N. H., Sept. 8, 1915.
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