Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-08-16
Young Girls, Heed This Advice.
Maine GOSSIP
Lily Dale.

... Lily Dale.
Twas a calm, still night.
When the moons pale light
Shone soft DER hill and vale:
When friends mute with grief
Stood around the deathbed
OF my poor lost Lily Dale.
oh Lily. sweet Lily, dear Lily Dale.
Now the wild rose blossoms
Ger her little green grave
Meath the trees in the flow'ry vale,
Her cheeks that once glowed
With the rose tint of health,
BY the hand of disease had turned pale;
And the death damp
Was on the pure white brow
OF my poor lost Lily Dale.
l go, she said
To the land of rest,
And ere my strength shall fail,
l must tell you where
Near my own loved home
You must lay poor Lily Dale.
Meath the chestnut tree.
Where the wild flowers grow
Ana the stream ripples forth through the
vale
Where the birds shall MARBLE
Their songs of spring,
There lay poor Lily Dale.
The mysterious light in the sky
which SO puzzled this locality in the
early spring and late winter has again
put in an appearance, says the Bridg-
ton News Of Aug. Is. 1t has been seen
for several nights lowering over Mt
Henry and circling the lower end of
the village. People in that section
have watched it for some time and are
at great loss to determine it's ma
ture. Several theories have been ad-
vanced but the one that gains the
most credence is that the light comes
from some kind of an air ship 1t is
thought possible that some Of the in
accessible caves of Mt. Henry are be-
ing utilized by a gang of land pirates
VINO are using 1t as place of retreat.
Several unexpected breaks have oc-
Cured in this neighborhood during
the past few months. A short time
ago an OK was killed in the pasture in
Hiram and portion of the carcass
was carried away. This would add to
the above theory which has been ad-
vanced and there are other clues which
tend to the same end.
The Fort Fairfield Review tells the
following hay yarn. but says nothing
about the size of the barn doors:
E. J. Dorsey's teams have been
having little rivalry seeing which
could haul the bigger load of hay.
They brought them in from Mr.. Dor
seys farm on the East Limestone road
last week. but could not weigh them
on l.. K. Cary Company's scales, be-
cause they apparently were far too
heavy, and the scales weigh four TONS
too.
Though the world will be full of
horses long after we are all dead
nothing could be more significant Of
changed conditions than the recent
suggestion Of an oxford county livery
stable keeper to whom a customer APP
piled for a horse and carriage to be
used for the rest of the summer, says
the Oxford Democrat. Yes, you can
have It," said the stable proprietor,
but I want YOU to give me notice a
day or two before you want the team.
because most Of my horses are out to
pasture, and 1 shall have to get one
Of them up and have him shod." And
this was about the first of August,
right in the midst Of what stable men
used to call the letting season.
Enoch W. Hunt. Portland, the
builder. had most pleasant surprise
the other evening. He stays at Peaks
Island during the summer and while
sitting reading the evening paper he
heard a step on the piazza followed
by a loud rap on the cottage door.
On opening the door he saw standing
before him a strange man who asked
him if Enoch W. Hunt lived there.
Mr. Hunt admitted that such was the
case. and in reply to further ques-
tons he admitted that he was the
Hunt In question. Then the stranger
asked, Don't you know me. Enoch?"
and after looking at him more close
ly Mr.. Hunt discovered him to be his
brother. David G. Hunt of Manches-
ter, N. H., whom he has not seen for
long time. David stepped back
and called to somebody who was in
visible in the darkness and this per.
son proved to be even a greater sur
prise. being DR.. Hoyt E. Hunt Of
Harrisburg. VT, another brother.
whom e. w. Hunt has not seen for 50
years. 4h1 lssts met when pr: Hupf