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why should he mind so furiously whML
the least little thing ssfiects upon
him. or on anything or anybody cor
nected with himT
Eugene patted her hand. "That1
one OF the greatest puzzles of humaB
vanity, dear; and I don't pretend to
know the answer. In all ny life the
most arrogant people that I've know.
have been the most sensitive. The
people who have done the most In
contempt Of other peoples opinion
and who consider themselves the
highest above II have been the mos.
furious II II went against them. Al
rognnt and domlneering people cam
stand the least, ightest. faintssG
breath Of criticism. 1t just kills
them.'
Papa, do you think George is tss
ribly arrogant and domineerlng?"
"Oh. he's still only boy" said Es
gene consolingly. There's plenty q
fine stuff In him-can't help but Be.
because he's Isabel Amberson's SON.
Lucy stroked his hair. which was
still almost as dark as her own. "You
liked her pretty well once, I mesS
papa"
~ do STILL" he said quietly.
"Shes loyely-lovelyi Papa
she paused, then continued-I wos
der sometimes"
"What?"
II wonder Just how she happened
to marry Mr.. Minafer"
"Oh. Minafer's all right" said Ea
gene. Hes quiet sort OF man, but
he's good man and kind man. He
always was. and those things count"
II don't think / should have called
George bad tempered" Lucy saiA
thoughtfully. "No. don't think be
Is"
"Only when he's cross about some
thing?" Morgan suggested, with q
semblance Of sympathetic gravity.
"yes," she said brightly. not pe,.
| ceiving that his intention was humcr
| Gus. "All the rest OF the time he's
really very amiable. or course he's
much more perfect child the whole
time than he reallzesl He certainly
behaved awfully tonight" She
jumped up, her indignation returning
He did, indeed, and II won't do to en-.
courage him In Il. l think he'll fin6
me pretty cool-for week or sol"
Whereupon her father suffered re.
newal Of his attack OF uproariou
laughter.
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did: he seemed TO be continually
pecking at that lovely. dainty little
Lucy, and being cross with her over
nothing"
'Peckingr" Isabel laughed. "what
word to use about Georgiel l think
never knew a more angelically
amlable disposition in my lifeT
Miss Fanny echoed her slster-in-
laws laugh, but II was a rueful echo.
and not sweet. Hes amiable to you %
she said. "Thats all the side OF him
you ever happen to see. And why
wouldn't he be amiable TO anybody
that simply fell down and worshiped
him every minute OF her lifef Most
sss n vSaldl-
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CHAPTER vll-contlnued.

He groaned family. "Aren't your
brother and George escorts enough
for you and Fanny"
wouldn't you enjoy II ut allT'
"You know | don't"
Isabel let her hand remain upon
his shoulder moment longer; she
stood behind him, looking into the fire,
George. watching her broodlngly,
thought there was more color in her
face than the reflection OF the flames
accounted for. "Well. then" she said
lndulgently. "stay at home and be
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move. 81 don't care to dance II
you"
NO" he said, rising. at would be
better to dance" His tone was sol
emn, and solemnly he departed with
her from the grove. Solemnly he
danced with her.
Four times, with not the slightest
encouragement, she brought him
favor: four times In succession.
When the fourth came, Took here
said George huskily. "You going to
keep this up all night1 What do you
mean by III"
For an instant she seemed con-
fused. That's what cotillions are
for aren't they?" she murmured.
"What do you mean: what they're
forf"
$50 that girl can dance with a
person she wants tof"
Georges huskiness increased. "Well,
do you mean you-you want to dance
with me all the time-all eveningw
swell, this much of it-evldently :"
she laughed.
as Il because you want to even
things up for making me angry-I
mean for hurting my feelings on the
way home?"
With her eyes averted-for girls of
nineteen can be as shy as boys,
sometimes - she said, "Well - you
only got angry because / couldn't
dance the cotilllon with you. II
didn't feel terribly hurt with you for
getting angry about thatl"
"Was there any other reasonf Did
my telling you liked you have any
thing to do with itT"
She looked up gently and as George
met her eyes something exquisltely
touching yet queerly delightful gave
him catch In the throat. She looked
instantly away, and, turning, ran out
from the palm grove, where they
stood, to the dancing floor.
"Come on" she cried. Lets
danceri'
He followed her.
"See here-I-I-" he stammered.
"You mean Do you"
W. ho shS uubheu- 1St
dancer
He put his arm about her almost
tremulously and they began to waltz.
II was happy dance for both Of
them.
Christmas day is the children's, but
the holidays are youths dancing
time. The holidays belong to the
early twenties and the teens. home
from school and college. II Is the
livellest time in life, the happiest Of
the irresponsible times in life. Moth
ers echo its happiness-nothing Is
like mother who has n son home
from college. except another mother
with son home from college. Yet
they give up their sons 10 the daugh-
tiers OF other mothers. and find II
proud rapture enough TO be allowed
10 sit and watch.
Thus Isabel watched George and
Lucy dancing as together they danced
away the holidays OF that year into
the past.
"They seem to get along better than
they did at first, those two children"
Fanny Minafer said. sitting beside
her at the Sharons' dance week
after the Assembly. They seemed to
be always having little quarrels Of
some sort at first. At least George
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ghostly outlines of the cabin.

ghostly outlines of the cabin.
"It's not fallen in yet" he observed
"But how hoary and grizzlcd every
thing seems, like us boys ant
girls who came up here on that even
ing in the long ago."
He surveyed the dilapidatcd ole
cabin for a long time before ventur
ing near. 1t had been well-built
cabin. The hemlock logs had stooC
the frosts of winter and the rains Of
summer. The roof was fallen in at s
corner; the windows were gone
Half the chimney had been carried
down and the door hung by rusty
hinge. Everywhere were the marks
Of the sharp teeth of the hedge-hogs
But still it was the same old structure
around whose fireplace those compan-
ions had gathered after that tired day
back over the years. And choke
came in the editors throat and a
nameless hunger grew deep AND
mangling in his heart.
Then as he stood there looking al
it, he saw a ghost The ghost
of Mibb Henderson stepped from that
doorway, not the Mibb of that
far-away holiday, but Mibb
whose face was furrowed with sor-
row, whose hair was iron gray.
He wanted to run. He wanted to
cry out. But he stood rooted to the
spot in terror.
And the ghost of Mibb Henderson
spoke to him.
"Sam," it cried, "Sam Hold!
oh Gawd! is it you, Sam? Is
it your"
"Yes,-it's me, Mibb," he replied in
a voice he did not recognize as his.
ooh Sam, I'm glad you've
come, l couldn't go back alone.
I'd have given out along the way
And Sam saw it was not Mibb's
ghost. 1t was Mibb Henderson her
self and she was just a broken-down,
sorrow-laden, repentant and suffering
old NOTWITHSTANDING with memories
as he was suffering.
"Why did you come up here
Mibb?" he asked.
81 had to come, Sam. I had to
come"
$50 did l." he said.
After time he found himself in
the cabin with her.
"Let's light fire, Mibb," he said
Lets light a fire from the rubbish,
and see how the old place looks"
Deer-hunters who had probably oc-
cupied the place the season before
had left ample wood piled beside the
fireplace. There were old papers
scattered about. 1t was the work OF
moment for Sam to make a place
in the cold dead ashes. He touched
a match to the paper under the wood
which he had piled. 1t burned blue
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CHAPTER VIII
A Sort of Graduation Chapter In
Which the Medal of Honor Is
Awarded and Lonely Woman's
Tears Carry Her Near to God.

Doubtless it was our report of
what had taken place in New York
that turned Sans thoughts backward
that sunset as he stood that balmy
Spring evening by his open window.
"Thirty-threc years ago it took
place." he said. "To think of it!'
A hush of infinite peace hung over
our valley. The screaming colors of
the west that set thousand western
windows ahame, was gradually soft
ching. 1t was Wanderlust time,
that period of the year when the
grass has come green again and the
faint odor of damp lilacs births SEN
sations in the heart of man that are
sweet and wild and sad.
81 haven't been up there in ten
years." he said. "I'm going to walk
up to the old cabin tonight and see
what's left"
In the cool of the evening the edi-
tor whose temples were now gray,
wendell his steps out School Street
and along by the gas works; beyond
the gas works to the county farm;
beyond the county farm to the East
Wexford road; along the East Wick
ford road to the turning-off place up
into Gold-Piece Blaisdell's Glen.
AS he walked he could not avoid
the memory of how he had taken that
pathway in other years, nor those
who walked with him who had gone,
those who would never take that
stroll again in the twilight.
A thousand country scents, Of
sweet-fern and briar-bloom and bios
soming laurel, of blackberry vine and
checkerberry and wild apple, assailed
his senses as he walked along. And
the odors which he had forgotten to
notice since he became man, with
the, cares and responsibilities and
problems Of a man, brought back to
him now old voices and old faces,
old trysts and old happinesses. For
a moment he almost turned backward
SO bad did the pain of memory hurt
him. But he was so near now that it
was foolish to turn back. Through
the raspberry vine that scratched his
trousers and the milk-weed that left
lint upon him, through the grasses
that were damp and wetted his shoes,
through the little swarms of evening
insects that lifted and fell in the
evening air, he went forward.
"The brush has grown up high"
he said. "The path is almost gone"
The glen was darkened when at
last he left the tall rank grass and
underground and saw before him the
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KIDNEYS WEAKENING? s1a
BETTER LOOK OUT!

mcnt of the Netherlands granted a spe-
cial charter authorizing It's sale.
The good housewife of Holland would
almost as soon be without food as with
out her "Real Dutch Drops" as she
quantity calls GOLD MEDAL HARLEM
Oil Capsules. Their use restores
strength and is responsible in great
measure for the sturdy, robust health
Of the Hollonders.
DO not delay. Go to your druggist
and insist on his supplying you! with
Capsules. Take them as directed, and
II you are not satisfied with results your
druggist will gladly refund your money.
Look for the name GOLD MEDAL on
the box and accept no other. In sealed
boxes, three sizes.
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Kidney and bladder troubles don't
disappear Of themselves. They grow
upon you, slowly but steadily. UNDER
mining your health with deadly Ger.
tainty, until you fall a victim to in.
durable disease.
Stop your troubles while there is
time. Don't wait until little pains be-
come big aches. Don't trihe with dis
ease. To avoid future suffering begin
treatment with GOLD MEDAL HAIR
lem Oil Capsules now. Take three or
four every day until you feel that you
are entirely free from pain.
This well-known preparation has been
one Of the national remedies of Hol-
land for centuries. In 1896 the govern
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/
at first and then blazed up.
A few minutes after the cabin was
warm and filled with wierd and rosy
light. Silently he swung a box over
and Mibb, gathering her noisy silken
underskirts about her ankles, sat
down upon it. He found similar
box for himself. He poked the fire
once or twice. 1t made queer shad-
ows of the two on the wall behind
queerer shadows of the huts and joys
and corners.
Elbow long has it been, Mibb;
thirty-three years ago.!
"Thirty-threc years ago." she said
in whisper; "thirty-thrce years ago
tonight"
"Tonightw
She looked at him in sad surprise.
"Surely tonight" she confirmed.
"Why, that's why l came, Did
MT your"
"I'd forgotten just what month and
day it was, Nib. only remember
it was in the late Spring We were
on a picnic in return for the play
we gave that year at the Opera
Housew
"They sat over there on that wall
settle, in the shadow, afterward. It's
there yet! I can see them, Mibb-"
The editors voice wavered.
"And Harriet is dead these eleven
yearsw
"And Dick? the last l heard
of him he was richer than Crosses
and lonelier than Job in his affliction
living down in Boston"
Mabel shut her lips suddenly hard
pitifully hard.
Silence for a. time. The fire
cracked and blazed and drove the
damp from the musty old place. Sam
poked it with his crooked stick to
give his hands something to do.
"And | sat about where you're sit
ting" Mibb went on. 81 was on the
floor with my head against Herbs
kneesW
More silence; longer silence this
time.
al saw Dick Robinson the other
night" declared the woman. che
cleaned up a million, looks like a
matinee idol and and he's a
woman-hater. She laughed a trifc
bitterly.
"Folks around here said you were
going to marry him a while ago,
Mibb."
"I'm not worthy of him, Pm
not worthy of any man, Sam. That's
why the wedding was called off"
Sam raised his heavy brows quick
ly in surprise. This was surely a
different Mibb from the old days, i.
a Mibb who would declare herself
unworthy of man, any man.
But he said nothing.
"And you, Sam, | can see you
and Alice leaning against the mason
~ there on the left corner. Have
you ever stopped to think, Sam, that
you and Alice were the only two out
of all that crowd who married and
lived happily ever since"
"There was the G was
Jack and Mary Purse" suggested the
editor.
"Don't let's talk about them, Sam;
it hurts"
After a. time Sam said:
Thirteen young folks, typical
iy-American young folks, on a
soft Spring night, off in the
woods after May flowers, They
group around it, lovers and sweet
hearts, and they sing old love-songs
and tell yarns and watch the pictures
in the flames.
/ "And the talk drifts around to the
happiness of the moment, of the
threshold of life where they all stand,
healthy young mortals. rejoicing in
their youth and strength as strong
lnan to run a race. And laughingly
one takes a gold-piece from his pock-
ct and makes a proposition: They
are to bury the gold piece beneath
the heart hStnno Y,,ieor-f 70 chior,
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Through the years of their life-en-
dcavor it is to lie there. And when
thirty years have flown, if they be
alive, they are to dig that coin up
and it is to be medal of honor
for the one who has made his life
the most successful"
Again the woman shivercd. But it
was not cold. The editor went on:
1--WE won't go through the careers
of those thirteen young folks; we
know them too well, Mibb. But
thirty-three years have flown, three
years beyond the number proposed.
Three of those boys and girls have
gone, to their graves. Of the seven
living, two have amassed fortunes
="
(Which isn't the measure of sue
cess at all, Sam"
"You thought it was once, Mibb."
give learned differently, SAM" she
replied quietly.
"Then you think they can be eli
minated?"
"They can be eliminated" she said
sadly.
Sam pokcd the fire several times.
"Mibb," he said softly at length,
tell me, to whom does the
medal of honor belong?"
She turned her lifc-worn countcn-
ance to him then. In soft, soft
voice she said:
81 think we know to whom it
belongs, Sam"
The editor felt in his pocket for a
cigar. He lighted it in an ocean of
time. He got it going comfortably.
He took it from his mouth and stud
led it's ash.
81 think we do" he said.
"Shall we dig it up, Mibb?" he
asked.
81 don't suppose anyone ever will,
if we do not"
Sam Hold produced his penknife.
He dug away the dirt by the light
of the dying flames.
at is here, Mibb," he
said reverently.. se
Under the hearth brick was found
the cavity. In the cavity lay Dick
Robinson's match-safe. Thirty three
years it had laid in that hollow and
it was eaten with rust. But when
Sam shook it, the tinkle came inside
it.
"Sam!" cried the woman with u
sob, oh Sam, we've commit
ted sacrilegeW a
The woman broke down and sob
bed. ~ r.
"Thirty-thiec years ago tonight,
Mibb Thirty-three years of joy and
sorrow, of work and of play, of
laughter and grief, and sorrow and
suffering and death. And some have
given their lives to gold and bowed
their shoulders to its slavery. And
some have given their lives to ambi-
ton. One has given his life to his
country and some there have been
who gave their lives to pleasure.
And some"
"And some have given their lives
to little children, Sam, !, to the ben
'eft Of the race and the glory of God.
Sam, Sam my cup of misery's
drained to its dregs."
They went home under the soft
Spring moonlight. 1t seemed strange
to think, as they quilted that glen,
that the same moon had lighted tho
way of that happy care-free light
hearted party thirty-three years be-
fore. They went home in silence,
the man helping the women over the
difficult places. They went out of the
Geln, out of the TRUSTING place of
other, better and brighter and happier
days, back along the country
road and the brook and the streets
into town.
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Catching Cold?



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been wonderful Announcements in the treatment of all diseases and
o
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why should the old aniquacd methods
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SPECIAL NOTICE-A druggist said the other day that
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FOR SALE

In good village, two-stOry
house of II rooms, finished
i'm hard wood, furnace heat,
bathroom, set tubs, hot and
cold water Good stable and
Garage Two acres of nice
land. Grocery store con-
nected doing a business of
SS,000.00 last year. Post Of
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Easy terms.
Four tenement house in
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and will pay II per cent on
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FOR SALE--Forty-scvcn acre farm
in high state of cultivation, one mile
from ST. Johnsbury, on main road,
good buildings, running water to
same, good orchard, dandy home.
Sickness cause of selling. S. ]. Elem
ing. r. 237- T I
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FOR SALE

FOR SALE-163 acre farm, 1000
cords pulp wood standing, 100000 feet
spruce lumber standing, sugar place
1000 trees, some stock, all farming
tools, good apple orchard, only one
mile to the village. House in first
class repair, hard wood floors, running
water to house and barn. $4,000 takes
everything. H. A. Bryant. 239 I'll
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1.-THE Greater Glory"
William Dudley Policy

Ooo0word Novel by the Editor of The Evening Caedonian
about folks Vermont town like ST. JohnsbuThe story of two
girls each with philosophy life and of love and how those
PHILOSOPHERS worked after fe the worldly glory of and
the greater glory" that the other Follow each night
chapter by chapter and read into the lines experience
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CLASSIFIED DEPT
TO RENT

TO RENT-A nice large up-to-date
furnished room with modern improve.
ments in business location. Apply at
Caledonian office 239 tt
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WANTED-A table girl. Experience
unnecessary. The Star Restaurant.
1913 If
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FOR SALE-New and secondhand
furniture, bought and sold at 80
Eastern Ave. 238 II
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WANTED

WANTED AT ONCE-Competent
girl to do cooking and down stairs
work; good wages. References re-
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FOUR ROOM TENEMENT to
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TO reimbursement for small
family on Eastern Avenue. $500.
Porter, Writer'S & Harvey. 235-4Q
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FOR SALE-White onion sets at
Counsell's. 238 (
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TO RENT-Six room tenement on
Mount Vernon street; minutes walk
from the shops. All modern. Inquire
Of G. E. Young, Fairbanks village
233 t Fl
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WANTED-Threc or four furnished
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A. S. HASKENS

Eyes Examined Glasses Furnished
SPECIALIST IN OPEOMETRY
st. Johnsbury, Vernon:
MERCHANTS BANK BLOCK
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FOR SALE-20O acre farm suitably
divided into tillage and pasture, 21s
story house, running water to house
and barn, 600 sugar trees, equipped
for 300; 100 cords of pulp, 1000 cords
of hard wood, two and one-half miles
from st. Johnsbury Center, two and
one-half miles to East st. Johnsbury.
Price reasonable. Inquire of G. w.
Peck, Eastern Ave. z3S II
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TO RENT-Four room tenement
furnished. 80 Railroad street. Tel,
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WANTED-A woman to do house
cleaning at Brightlook hospital. 1893 If
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(To Be Continued Tomorrow.
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For Sale by
STILES DRUG STORE and C. C. BINGHAM
The Wisconsin tobacco reporter. (Edgerton, Wis.) 1877-1950, 1919-01-24
DEERFIELD

The death of Selma Dahlby brought
sudden shock to her host of friends
here early Wednesday morning. She
passed away at 1890 o'clock Wednes-
day morning, Jan. Is, 1919.
Howard Leyda returned home from
Great Lakes Thursday night, having
received an honorable discharge. His
coming was somewhat of surprise to
his parents, but his ''sea bag" contain
ing his clothes preceded him, thereby
advising them of his return.
The funeral of C. L. Graves, who
died Wednesday morning, was held at
the Presbyterian church Monday morn
ing, Rev. Davis of Merrill officiating.
Mr.. Graves had served as depot agent
at Cottage Grove for 27 years and had
been in the employ of the frailroad
for 81 years. He was very capable and
efficient in his work and was well liked
by all. He was charter member of
the Woodmen. He is survived by two
sons, Lester at home and Victor of the
navy. Victor arrived home Saturday
morning and stayed until Thursday.