The evening Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1918-1920, 1919-03-06
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| Whalen girl was there-the latter
brought her pathetic addition to the
refreshments done in paper parcel.
Then as they were about to start,
Dick Robinson and Grace Rawlins ar
rived from different directions.
"I'nl the odd one!" greeted Mrs.
| Whipple. you'll just make part
| lers!"
The crowd laughed and Dick color
ed, glowering darkly at Truman in
possession of Mibb's basket. The
thirteen moved up Main Street and
eastward out of the village toward the
East Wexford road, Mrs. Whipple
walking with Grace and Dick, and
Dick carrying two baskets.
"Why is it called Gold-Piece Glen
and sGold-Piece Cabin?" Jack asked
Truman as they walked on ahead.
"Years ago when they mined for
iron around these parts there was an
old chap lived up in the Glenn" re-
piled Herbert, "who turned all his
wages into glod pieces. He hid them
somewhere in his cabin. They called
him Gold-Piece Blaisdell. He died
dozen years ago-from injuries
when two tramps broke into the place.
They found his hoard in an earthen
vessel buried under the fireplace.
The Governor bought the Glen to
lumber the chestnut year afterward
and | fixed up the old Cabin. I stay
up there in the deer season or when
ever I have a laundering to take to
the woods
"And is the old earthen pot still
buried under the fireplace?"
yep answered Slug Truman.
"Do you know where?"
"Yep; I'll show you when we get
up there. Well build fire in the fire.
place-Franks' got his violin-we1l
have a great time-and the moons
going to be full tonight-full for the
last time this month. It'll be great
walk home!" He glanced sadly at
Mary Wood. He was trying hard to
wear his disappointment like a dead
game sport.
They wendell their laughing, jok-
ing, coquetting way out School Street.
and past the gas works. They pass
ed the county Farm and turned To-
ward East Wexford. AS the whistles
back in the village, were blowing six,
they came to the Sturning-off place"
as Slug termed it and passed over the
Truman land and climbed up into the
Glen.
A thousand country scents, of sweet
fern and briarbloom and blossoming
| laurel, of blackberry vine and check
erberry and wild apple-made the
beautiful evening air sensuous with
rustic fragrance. The the rasp-
berry that scratched at their clothes
and the milkweed that left lint upon
them, through grasses that were al
ready beginning to grow damp and
little swarms of insects which winged
, and fell on the quiet atmosphere, they
moved-along the well-worn path and
| up under the tall silent trees to where
the cabin stood in the shadows.
The picnic was not unlike a thous-
and other picnics between boys and
girls in love that have taken place
since the world began. Grace Raw
! Inns wanted to know how Slug ever
| had the nerve to invite them up to
| such a dirty hole and it just went
| to show what brutes men were at
heart when they got away from wo-
men; and a few minutes later she
/ wanted to know why they'd brought
! so much food-what did they think
they had to feed-an army? But Slug
built a fire in the low fireplace and
they boiled their coffee and the food
was laid out over the big plank table
The boys held back and had to be
handed their sandwiches and coffee
and then having sbeen thus given 9
start, they forgot when it was time
to stop and massacred the refresh
ments. Slug-as clumsy as pillow
J horse-upset a cup of coffee on Alice
Writings dress and in helping her re
move the mess, got in a back-flre mo
ton and sent jar of pickle the othei
: way over Nib. Grace Rawlins sait
Z someone ought to have brought along
| martingal for him or umbrellas 70
|; the crowd. The Whalen girl did tn
most work getting things ready AM
!, then began to weep inwardly becaus