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up brain and sinew, but did not tickle
the palate. True, there was sugar in
plenty for two ordinary men, but these
two were little else than children.
They early discovered the virtues of
hot water judiciously saturated with
sugar, aud they prodigally swan their
flapjacks and soaked their crusts In
the rich. white sirup. Then coffee and
tea, and especially the dried fruits,
made disastrous inroads upon it. The
first words they had were over the
sugar question. And it is really seri-
Gus thing when two men wholly de-
pendent upon each other for company
begin to quarrel.
Weatherbee loved to discourse bla-
tantly on politics, while Cuthfert, who
had been prone to clip his coupons and
let the commonwealth jog on as best
it might. either ignored the subject or
delivered himself of startling epigrams.
But the clerk was too obtuse to appre-
ciate the clever shaping of thought,
and this waste Of ammunition irritated
Cuthfert. He had been used to blind
ing people by his brilliancy. and it
worked him quite hardship. this
loss Of an audience. He felt PERSONAL
" aggrieved and unconsciously held
his muttonhead companion responsible
for It.
Save existence, they had nothing in
common-came in touch on no single
point. Weatherbee was q clerk who
had known naught but clerking all his
life; Cuthfert was a master of arts,
dabbler in oils and had written not
little. The one was q lower class man
who considered himself q gentleman.
and the other was a gentleman who
knew himself to he such. From this
it may he remarked that 4 man can
be a gentleman without possessing the
first instinct of true comradeship. The
very presence Of either became a per-
sonal affront to the other. and they
lapsed into sullen silences which In
creased in length and strength as the
days went by. Occasionally the Hash
of an eye or the curl Of 4 lip got the
better Of them, though they strove to
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bees face, but he swung his weapon
and leaped forward. The AK bit deep
ly at the base Of the spine, and Percy
Cuthfert felt all consciousness OF his
lower limbs leave him. Then the clerk
fell heavily upon him, clutching him
by the throat with feeble fingers. The
sharp bite of the ak had caused Cuth-
fert to drop the pistol. and as his
lungs painted for release he fumbled
aimlessly for it among the blankets.
Then he remembered. He slid hand
up the clerks belt to the sheath knife,
and they drew very close to each other
in that last clinch.
Percy Cuthfert felt his strength leave
him. The lower portion Of his body
was useless. The inert weight Of
Weatherbec crushed him-crushed him
and pinned him there like a bear under
trap. The cabin became filed with
familiar odor, and he knew the bread
to be burning. Yet what did it mat
ter? He would never need it. And
there were all of six cupfuls of sugar
in the cache. If he had foreseen this
lie would not have been SO saving the
last several days. Would the wind
vane ever move? 1t might even be
veering now. Why not? Had he not
seen the, sun today? lie would go and
see. No; it was impossible to move.
He had not thought the clerk so heavy
q man.
How quickly the cabin cooled! Tha
fire must be out. The cold was fore
ing in 1t must be below zero al
ready, and the ice creeping up the in
side of the door. He could not see it.
but his past experience enabled him
to gauge it's progress by the cabins
temperature. The lower hinge must
be white ere now. Would the tale of
this ever reach the world? How
would his friends take it? They would
read it over their coffee, most likely,
and talk it over at the clubs. He could
see them very clearly. "Poor old Cuth-
fert!' they murmured. "Not such a
bad sort of chap, after a1l." He
smiled at their eulogies and passed on
In search of Turkish bath. 1t was
the same old crowd upon the streets.
Strange they did not notice his moose
hide moccasins and tattered German
socks! He would take cab. And
after the bath a shave would not be
bad. No; he would eat first. Steak and
potatoes and green things-how fresh
it all was! And what was that?
Squares of honey, streaming liquid am
ber! But why did they bring so much?
Ha, ha! He could never eat it all.
Shine? Why, certainly. He put his
foot on the box. The bootblack looked
curiously up at him, and he remem-
bered his moose hide moccasins and
went away hastily.
Hark! The wind vane must be sure
ly spinning. No; mere singing in his
The ice must have passed the latch by
now. More likely the upper hinge was
covered. Between the moss chinked
roof poles little points of frost began
to appear. How slowly they grew!
No, not so slowly. There was new
one, and there another-two-three-
four-they were coming too fast to
count. There were two growing to-
gether, and there-a third had joined
them. Why, there were no more spots!
They had run together and formed a
sheet.
Well, he would have company. If
Gabriel ever broke the silence Of the
north they would stand together. hand
in hand, before the great white throne.
And God would judge them, God would
Judge them!
Then Percy Cuthfert closed his eyes
and dropped off to sleep.
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good. Now. these two men don't like
work. They won't work. We know
that. They'll be all alone in that cabin
all winter-a mighty long, dark winter.
Kilkenny ccts-well?"
The Frenchman in Baptiste shrugged
his shoulders, but the Indian in him
was silent. Nevertheless it was an
eloquent shrug, pregnant with proph-
ecy.
Things prospered in the little cabin
ut first. The rough badinage Of their
comrades had made Weatherbee and
Cuthfert conscious Of the mutual re-
sponsibility which had devolved upon
them. Besides, there was not so much
work, after all, for two healthy men.
And the removal of the cruel whip
hand, or, in other words, the bulldoz-
ing half breed, had brought with it
Joyous reaction. At first each strOve
to outdo the other, and they performed
petty tasks with an JUNCTION which
would have opened the eyes of their
comrades who were now wearing out
DOulcS dllu SOulS O1 lAc 4OuS3 lAsAAl'
All care was banished. The forest,
which shouldered in upon them from
three sides, was an inexhaustible wood
yard. A few yards from their door
slept the porcupine, and hole through
its winter robe formed bubbling
spring Of water, crystal clear and pain
fully cold. But they soon grew to find
fault with even that. The hole would
persist in freezing up and thus gave
them many a miserable hour of ice
chopping. The unknown builders Of
the cabin had extended the side logs
so as to support a cache at the rear.
In this was stored the bulk Of the par
tys provisions. Food there was, with
out stint, for three times the men who
were fated to live upon it. But the
most of it was of the kind which built
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Correct

Little Jim, did not know quite
50 much about scriptural history as ho
ought to have known, but when
his sister asked him, ''Where was Sol
omon's temple?" he was rather angry
that she should think him unable 10
answer a simple question like that.
'Don't you think know anythingr
he asked.
swell. where was 1t, then?" his sis-
ter repeated.
And then he informed her: ION the
side Of his forehead, Of course, the
same a. other folks'I Do you think
I an q dunceT"
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their natures. Weatherbee fell prey
to the grosser superstitions and did
his best to resurrect the spirits which
slept in the forgotten graves. 1t was
a fascinating thing, and in his dreams
they came to him from out Of the cold
and snuggled into his blankets and
told him of their tolls and troubles ere
they died. He shrank away from the
clammy contact as they drew closer
and twined their frozen limbs about
him, aud when they whispered in his
ear of things to come the cabin rang
with his frightened shrieks. Cuthfert
did not understand, for they no longer
spoke, and when thus awakened he
invariably grabbed for his revolver.
Then he would sit up in bed, shivering
nervously, with the weapon trained on
the unconscious dreamer. Cuthfert
deemed the man going mad and SO
came to fear for his life.
What with the fear of the north, the
mental strain and the ravages of the
disease, the pair lost all semblance OF
humanity, taking on the appearance
Of wild beasts hunted and desperate.
Their cheeks and noses. as an after
math Of the freezing, had turned black.
Their frozen toes had begun to drop
away at the first and second joints.
Every movement brought pain, but the
fire box was Unsuitable, wringing q
ransom Of torture from their miserable
bodies. Day in, day out. 1t demanded
its food, a veritable pound of flesh,
and they dragged themselves into the
forest to chop wood ON their knees.
Once, crawling thus in search Of dry
sticks, unknown to each other they
entered q thicket from opposite sides
Suddenly. without warning, two peer
ing deaths heads confronted each 9th
er. Suffering had 50 transformed them
that recognition was impossible. They
sprang to their feet, shrieking will,
terror. and dashed away on their man
gled stumps. and. falling ut the cabin
door, they clawed and scratched like
demons till they discovered their mis-
take
Occasionally they lapsed normal and
The Tomahawk., 1918-01-10
Copyright, by Jack London)

HEN a man journeys
into q far country he
must be prepared to
forget many Of the
things he has learned
and to acquire such
customs as are inher-
ent with existence in
the new land. He must
abandon the old ideals
and the old gods, and
oftentimes he must re-
verse the VerY code by
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woodpile. where they put the AK in
his hands. Then they helped him
shove open the cabin door, and he felt
sure they shut it after him-at least
he heard it slam and the latch fall
sharply into place. And he lew they
were waiting just without, waiting for
him to do his task.
Garter! I say, Carter!"
Percy Cuthfert was frightened at
the look on the clerks face, and he
made haste to put the table between
them.
Carter Weatherbee followed without
haste and without enthusiasm. There
was neither pity nor passion in his
face. but rather the patient, stolid look
of one who has certain work to do and
goes about 1t methodically.
Il say, what's the matter?"
The clerk dodged back, cutting OF
his retreat to the door, but never OPEN
ing his mouth.
II say, Carter, I say, let's talk.
There's good chap"
The master Of arts was thinking rap
idly now, shaping q skiIlful flank
movement on the bed where his Smith
& Wesson lay. Keeping his eyes on
the madman, he rolled backward on
the bunk, at the same time clutching
the pistol.
Carter
The powder flashed fun in weather
News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1918-07-24
MORRISVILLE

| Mark Goodell, who has been employed
for c. H. A. Stafford at PIainfeld, was
taken to Fanny Allen hospital Monday
for an operation on his left arm, which
he hurt while chopping.
On going to the barn last Friday
morning Herbert Delano found that
somebody had stuck a pitchfork into
the side of one of his work-horses to the
depth of eight inches.
The Local Food Administrators has
had number of strenuous days making
out sugar cards. As most of the people
have been Supplied, and in order to facili-
tate matters from now on, he would like
very much if the persons who haven't re-
ceived their cards would call for same
between 9 and II in the morning and
from 1 to 4 in the afternoon.
At the annual meeting of the Woman's
Home Missionary Society of the Metho-
dist church, held July II the following
officers were elected for the ensuing year:
Pres, Mrs. Mary Watson; Vice Pres,
| Mrs. Minnie Smalley; Treas, Mrs. A. r..
Campbell; Recording Sec, Miss Alma
| Bugbee; Corresponding Sec, Mrs. e.4ts
Stancliff; Press Sec, Mrs. G. A. Morse
Mite Box Sec, Mrs. Nellie Bugbee; Supt.
Queen Esther's Circle, Miss Olive Allen;
Supt. Home Guards, Mrs. B. l.. Clark;
Supt. Mothers Jewels, Mrs. P. c. Jones.
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North Randolph

Mr.. aud Mrs. Warren and guests spent
Thursday at Smugglers Notch.
Clyde Beard, Will Beard and Harold
Parker spent Wednesday in Newport.
Mrs. Amos Stearus of Westford has
been visiting her sister, Mrs, w. A.
Warren.
Mr.. and Mrs. Elmer McNall of Boston,
Mass, spent the weekend with his sister,
Mrs. M. j. Gallup.
Mr.. and Mrs NJ. j. Gallup attended
the funeral of Chas Stevens at Wa err
bury last Wednesday.
Mr.. and M Fl. <. Parker aud son,
Reginald, visited at Alden Carpenters in
Cambridge last Wednesday.
Mr.. and Mrs. F. A. and l.. D. Gil ert
spent Sunday with their daughter nd
sister, Mrs. q. H. Fisher of Wolcott,
Mrs. Lottie Beardsley and friend, VIM,
Haskell, who have been vistiug at w. A .
Warren's returned to Lynn, Mass, last
Sunday.
Mr.. and Mrs. NJ. H. Boardman have
received a cablegTam stating that their
son, Lieut.. Boardman, has arrived safely
Overseas.
r. c. K. c. met with Mrs o ven Doug
last Thursday, seven workers were pres
ent, time was spent making holders
Refreshments of cookies and tea were
served. The next meeting will be held
with Mrs. M. II. BoardmaE.
The ladies of this district have finished
the silk puff and sofa pillow to match
which is put up on ten cent tickets and
can be seen at o. NJ. Waterman's store.
The money received from the quilt will
be used in buying supplies for the
r. G. K. G..
w. A. Warren and family accompanied
by Mrs. Beardsley and friend VIVA.
Haskell motored to Burlington last We'd
nesday to consult with Dr. Beecher
about Mrs. Warren's condition. Ii was
decided that she should enter the Mary
Fletcher hospital Tuesday.
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The item previously published IN the
local paper, stating that Rev. Samuel A.
Eliot, d. D., of Boston, would occupy the
pulpit at the Universalist church next
Sunday, July IS, was incorrect. Rev. John
B. Reardon of Barre will occupy the pull
pit on July 2s and Rev. Mr.. Elliot on Sum
day, Aug. 4. The Rev. Mr. Elliott, who is
President of the American Unitarian AS
aociation, is one of the foremost liberal
pulpit orators of the country and Morris
vile people should take advantage of the
opportunity to hear this speaker.
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State TrapshoOting Tournament

The tenth annual tournament of
the Vermont State Trapshooting
association was held with the La
noble Valley Gun Club at Morris
vile, July II and Is, and was one of
the most successful shoots ever held
in the state. Forty-eight faced the
traps the first day in a drilling rain,
and 81 the second day.
The state championship at 16 yards
was very closely contested, it being
in doubt until the last target was
broken. Twigg finished with "a,
and in order for Barclay to win the
event he was forced to make 20
straight on his last string in order to
win his third consecutive champion
ship of the state. He did this in fine
style, and the smashing of his last
target was met with applause from
the large gallery.
The preliminary was won by Moul-
ton, with Barclay second and HUI
bert third.
The Interstate Trapshooting Asso-
Citations Vermont Handicap, was
won by Barclay with total of 81 at
81 yards, with Hubert second, 80 at
10 yards, and Nudd 10 yards and
Twigg 81 yards tied for third and
fourth places. The tie was shot off
on two events of 20 each, both going
straight in the first and Nudd win
ming the second, 20 to II.
The State Championship was won
by Barclay with 80, with Twigg run
ner up at "a and Purdy third with
80.
The presence of the members of
the Vermont Volunteer Militia. in
uniform, shooting through the pro-
gram, was a novel and interesting
feature. When the scores are eX-
amined it must be remembered that
but few of these men had shot more
than thirty targets before this tour
nament, and with this in mind their
work was remarkable.
The annual business meeting of
the State Association was held at the
parlors of the Randall, Wednesday
evening, and tire following officers
were elected: President, D. M.
Barclay of Barre; Vice-President,
M. P. Maurice Of Morrisville; Sec
retary-Treasurer, H. B. Moulton of
Montpelier: Executive Committee,
DR.. G.. Z. Loudon of Burlington,
c. P. Hurlbert of Randolph, E. r.
Purdy of Springfield.
Ii was voted to hold the next State
Tournament at Springfield, VT, in
the summer of 1919.
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Lamoille Grange

The next meeting of Lamoille Grange
will be held Friday evening, July &c.
The following program will be carried
out:-Music; Recitation, Mrs. Hollis;
Piano solo, Miss linda Campbell; Recita-
ton, F. d. Jones; Solo, Mrs. w, T. Best
us Wealth the Standard of Success,
George Terrill; Solo, Mrs. Ruth Day.
Remarks, Rev. W. T. Best; Music, Mrs
A. c. Bedell
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Methodist Church

The pastor chose for his subject last
Sunday morning, "a Swarm of Bees
The subject next Sunday morning will
be, "Dew Drop Blessings"
The Epworth League last Sunday even
ing was lead by Miss Eleanor Downey
and splendid talk was given by Rev.
John Wesley of st. Johnsbury.
Mr.. Best will preach this evening at
the home of Hiram Mckee on West Hill.
obedience" will be the subject for
the prayer meeting for tomorrow even
ing.
A patriotic recitation was given during
the Sunday School hour, last Sunday, by
George HOvey and reading by Eleanor
Downey.
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INN. 5kSl.SsES
! SsLgliI9a
REV. GEORGE T. PORTER, Pastor.
Address Granville, My.
EIn1ore

Farmers in the vicinity Of Elmore Pond
will be interested 10 che Dat Smut Dem
onstration carried on at the farm OF H.
S. Martin by the County Agent Pla-
cards have been put up indicating the
part OF the held where the seed was treat
ed with formaldehyde and the part " hich
was left untreated. The percentsge OF
smut on the untreated part of the field is
about ten percept of the crop. Farmers
viii do well to examine their fields at
THIS time tor smut and if any amount is
found cannot fail to see the advantage OF
treating their seed eliminating the d.
sease.
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EImore Methodist Church

The following persons attended the
service last Sunday afternoon: Mr.. and
Mrs. Walter Titus, Miss Esther Bacon,
Mr.. Clarence Jones, Mr.. and Mrs. T. B.
Ellis and Miss Nita Ellis. Mr. Titus pre-
sided at the organ and rendered the
pastor valuable assistance by his splendid
voice.
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UniverSaliSt Church

Rev. John b. Reardon, of Barre will
occupy the pulpit at the Universalist
church next Sunday and it is expected
that Rev. Samuel A. Eliot, d. D., will
preach the following Sunday.
The Louise NJ. Slocum class held its
regular social meeting Friday night with
Mrs. III. w. Billings. ten members being
present Business matters were dis
cussed and refreshments of waters and
sherbet were served
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Congregational Church

Rev. L. A. Edwards of Newport, a
friend of Rev. w. E. Bakers preached
last Sunday and those, who had pre-
vously heard him at the Brotherhood
meeting also at the State G. e. conven-
ton held hele some years ago were glad
of the opportunity to listen to him again.
Mr.. Edwards will speak next Sunday
also. An especially enjoyable feature of
the service last Sunday was the duet,
"Oh Jesus Thou Art Standing" by Mrs.
Butterfield and Clifford Barrows.
Thursday afternoon the Woman's Aux
iliary was privileged to have with them
Mrs. Charles Thompson of Northampton,
Mass, former Treasurer of the Woman's
Home Missionary Union, who spoke in
the interests of the Conquest Cam
paign."
Let every church member remember
and attend the important business meet
ing to be held tomorrow evening at s
O'Clock sharp.
News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1918-07-24

There will be no sewing at the Red Cross
rooms this week, as the material has not
arrived.
The Red Cross rooms will be open for
work on surgical dressings Thursday
evening.
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Advent Church

Tent meetings at Garfield, under th,
direction of Rev. j. j. Bennett, will cor
| tinue.this week each evening, except Sat
| urday, but will close Sunday evening, il
is now expected. However prayer meet
ing as usual will be held at the church
Wednesday evening, aud preaching Sun.
day morning and evening.
The subject of the PASTORS sermon
last Sunday morning was "The Precious
Christ" Pet. ga Precious to the Chris
tian in time of trouble, as helper, as
our friend and deliverer; also in the
Judgment. Precious to the sinner as a
redeemer.
Church friends and neighbnrs are maxi
"bee" this week to put in the hay for
G.. q. Sherman, who was kicked by a
horse last Friday, and is unable to work
On his account, the annual Sunday School
nicnic ;s deferred for time
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In Memory of Little WAYNE

Little Wayne Campbell, aged six wears
: son OF Fred E. and Ida Grimes Campbell
passed away July 18th at the home of nj,
aunt, Mrs. L NJ. Darling, in Ludlow VT
where he had been with his grandma on
a visit. He was taken suddenly iii with
pneumonia and in spite OF expert medi
cal attention, succumbed after fou, and
a-half weeks of hard sickness, which
throughout was an example of super,
human patience and bravery.
Wayne was bright little fellow and
endeared himself, not only to his doctors
and nurses, but to all with whom he came
in contact. The beautiful flowers from
Ludlow proved that he made a great
many friends while there who will not
soon forget his happy little smile.
! After prayer service at Ludlow tie
body was removed to his home at Norris
town Corners, acco mpanied by his par
ents and aunt. Mrs. L. M. DAZZLING. Fun.
eral services were held at his home in
charge of M. B. White, The Rev. Mercer
of Hyde Park officiating. Mr.. MERGERS
remarks were words of personal sympa-
thy, he having been similarly bereaved
IN former years, and furnished much
comfort and solace to the afflicted par
ents, relatives and friends.
Inc following very consoliug lines, COM
posed by an aunt, Mrs Ray Baker, were
very touchinglv read by Mr.. Mercer:-
Another has passed from this world of ours,
though our tenderest care was given,
While we are left to mourn our loss,
Anothers found rest in Heaven.
How sad the loss, the parting pain,
The bleeding heart and sore,
While we yearn to hear his voice and step
That returns to us no more.
But we know in our mansions in Heaven,
Where the angels sing with glee
Little Wayne is watching and waiting
Yes, waiting for you and me.
Meier LET the heart give way to doubt,
Nor ask nor question why;
Enough to know within Gods house
Wen meet Wayne by and by.
The floral tributes were profuse and
beautiful and were an expression of the
esteem in which little Wayne was held.
Burial was made in the family lot at
Hyde Park. Those from distance to
attend the funeral were:-
Miss Myra Campbell, Castleton; Mr..
and Mrs. John Campbell, Bennington;
Mrs. L. NJ. Darling, Ludlow; Mrs. Bessie
Thornburg, Waltham, Mass.
Much sympathy is felt for the bereaved
parents, as we'll as for his grandmother,
whose constant companion Wayne was,
and for his little brother, Wendall.
News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1918-07-24

CARD OF THANKS. We wish to express
our sincere thanks to the many friends
and neighbors for the beautiful floral
tributes and the many acts of kindness
shown us during the sickness, death and
buaial of our dear little boy.-Mr. and
Mrs. f. d. Campbell, Mrs. E. M. Grimes.