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The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04
Man Who Remembered the Children

would have beenl John" would be walking with him now. "John" would take his arm as they crossed the streets, and he and John" would be part of this big, wonderful city. They would have done their share in its de velopfnent, and they would have been so proud of 1t. Old Jacobs eyes shone with the joy of his dream as he stopped at one of Brooledale's busiest corners.
 Four avenues met here and swept grandly on, statue to some of the city's heroes stood calmly in the~center, and on either side magnificent buildings lowered toward the sky. John would have" But the gay cali of a little girl to her mates across the way broke Tn on Old Jacobs dream. Then for an instant a horrifed hush seemed to grip the very heart of the crowd as the little one ran unheedingly toward the tracks Too late came the sound of grinding brakes. Jacob clutched his cane in az ony, "Johnr' he breathed.
 No one could tell how it happened. nor where he came from, but suddenly red-haired boy sprang into the street and, giving the frightened child a strong, sure push, he sent her spinning
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thought they knew it ali they'd have none O me. So built the wall about what was mine The timbers in the gate are six inches through. The dogs would tear any one to pieces that tried to enter Little Joan is here-you and your wife are welcome-but not another man, woman or child shall ever enter the garden Not one, not one, not one" The cane tapped on the wide porch as Old Jacob paced up and down. but the minister did not give up.
 They are arresting the boys caught with balls in the street and sending many of. them to reformatories, making criminals instead of good citizens of them. If you had son.
 Not one man, woman or cll1ldl" in terrupted Old Jacob sternly, and the minister arose with hopeless sigh.
 As Old bacob watched him disappear down the path Joel's words rang in his ears. "If he had son" How many times he had said it! How many times he had dreamed of a son that might have been! Because the thought hurt him, Old Jacob walked out of the gar den into the streets of the city he hated
 If he had had a son how different ii
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part to play. Aunt Caroline had prom ised her gay season. Well, she had more than fulfilled her ambitious rela- tive's hope for her. Every eligible man she had met had offered her his homage and his heart. It had remained for Ran dafl alone to appear indifferent.
 A wind came sweeping down the faoantaln and sent a little chill through the girl. There came a fond clap of thunder and few big raindrops fell, pretending sudden summer storm Hi1- da drew back in fright. Lightning H. lunined the darleening heavens.
 "Hilda, I am going to break in win dow and let you out of this storm" said a voice close to her. @Just wait min utei" She looked up to see Randall coat collar turned up and hat pulled low to protect him from the violent rain storm as he hurried around the cottage. It seemed long time before the front door swung open and Randall was pull ing the boards off with a little hatchet he had found somewhere
 He cut tip the boards and ktndled a fire in one of the grates. Then be open ed ep a big box and unearthed a gay
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04
By Elsie Endlcott

what he had said. "They are sending some of the boys to reformatories- making criminals of them"
 Joel and Hazel were quite used to be- ing called at any hour, but this night they sat in bathrobes and slippers with Old Jacob and planned and planned as merrily as if it were a party, until the sun rolled himself up with a yawn. He had almost decided to cover his face with cloud for last forty winl1s, but the sight of Old Jacob hurrying home wearing a determined and really very beautiful smile made the big, round sun change his mind "I'1l just stay out and help" he declared, positively, so the clouds that had gathered went tunbling away.
 Nobody knew really just how the se- cret got out, unless the brook gurgled 1t through some faucet. The perfume laden breeze may have breathed 1t forth III its morning song, or perhaps some bright. golden butterby let it be known that beyond the wal there was great deal of rearranging, transplanting, roll ing, smoothing and hammering going on. Anyway, one morning Brookdale awol1e to find that the high wall had vanished
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04
A Little Honeymoon In Cottage

How could any man forget pretty womanf" Then. a little at loss for something else to say, he turned and walked away, wetadering why Hflda was there at the hotel, edds1f1y the sde1 of ali the young people of the plaes.
 She attributed his wonder to indifer- ence and, amazed at her own emotion, hurried upstairs to her rooms. An hour later, in simple summer froce of cool muslin. she slipped unnoticed from the hotel and ran down the tran toward the cottage. She would be able to think quietly there. She had planned her meeting with Randall so many times, but it had really happened in the most un- expected fashion. She had always thought of him as happy to see her and delighted at the evidence of luxury sur rounding her. She had no doubt now that she had been, as her aunt had warn ed her so many, times, merely one of the many girls he had lightly loved and for gotten.
 She dropped down on the steps of the little cottage for the second time that day She felt isolated from the gay. careless world in which she, too, had her
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04
By Abr1er Anthony

Paisley shawl which he wrapped around her. She thought that his hands. com fortingiy warm. fingered for second On her shoulders Then he began look ing in Aunt Caroline's little white cup board for a canister of tea.
 You arc a very resourceful young man" she said by way of praise before he had drawn up little table before the blazing fire and poured her a cup of fragrant tea from the little old brown teapot che had handled lovingly for so long. Tt Is quite like old times, drink ing tea here, isn't it7'
 Tn way, yes," he answered quietly; "I don't understand, Hflda. wrote dozens of letters to you all winter and you returned them unopened. You must have known that loved youl did not speak of it here. waited until could try the absence test That sounds shocking, doesn't itl But have thought
 myself in love more than once, then when became separated from the girl I simply got over it. With you it was different. I am quite frank, more thar most men are willing to be with the girl they love. I hope that you"-He broke
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they could not be run over, so, they made a law forbidding the boys and girls using public thoroughfares as play grounds.
 Almost right away Brool1dale had to enlarge its police force, its jail and its juvenile court, and folks began to say dreadful things about the younger gen eration The minister down at the mis- sion turned the basement into 3 gynna- sium and the minister's wife made up classes and clubs for girls. But the mis- sion wasn't any way nearly big enough, and not even after other ministers bad gyms" built was the problem solved.
 Only one little girl in that whole city had all the roof she needed to run in, but the high wall and the great gate shut out the rest.
 Old Jacob scow1ed darllly at the hun dreds of letters begging for "part of his big garden ''Why didn't they thinE, of their children when they built the city?" he demanded of the minister.
 They did" Joel answered, "but they built for them grown up."
 "Well, they shau't have my garden, Years ago when the town wasn't big ger'n minute offered to help. They
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out of danger.
 John would have been quick and brave like that" Old Jacobs heart sang exultingly and a mighty cheer arose from the crowd and the motorman steadied himself against the barr
 But the cheer stopped as though the throats that uttered it had suddenly be- come paralyzed, for the red-haired boy slipped as he tried to dodge back. His coat caught in the running board and he was flung against the statue of some of the citys heroes As they tenderly gathered up the Ifeless little body Old Jacob leaned weakly against the build ing
 John" he replied, duly; and all the way home his heart moaned for this brave son that might have been. The great gate swung open and shut with a dull hollow sound, and over the gareen there hung a strange something like a sigh that might have come from the heart of the flowers. Long after the last pansy had closed her eye for the night Old Jacob walked up and down, up and down, with that bright, boyish face ever before him. Then came the recollection of ministers visit that morning and
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04
When the Idol of His Heart Fell

Have it tomorrow afternoon, and that will be the wind up of sugaring. The buds are too far out and the nights too warm for any more good sap. Ask ev- eryone," he called, as Roger hastened away to give out the invitations
 Rogers invitations were all accepted, so the sugar house the next afternoon was quite crowded. The young people were soon sent to find clean snow for the pans that were to receive the hot sugar. Portly matrons arranged, on long pine table, forks, pickles, dough- nuts and sandwiches, where all could help themselves. Mir. Merrill had the syrup boiling in an iron kettle and it was ready for the snow, as the young people laughing and talking entered the house.
 "It's too nice to stay in. Let's eat outdoors" someone suggested, and soon the merry group were seated on irnpro- vised seats around the table enjoying the delicious hot sugar.
 For Ruth, the party held no pleasure, although no one would have guessed the
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remarks werelostsens<he g44 bat FIiids had spent too mary summers near the famous resort and had won the adrni- ration of other men of Randall's type SO she understood fhe rude banter of her t1zli11vited guest more than that lady would have cared to know. The next day Randall had come again, but this time he was alone. Six weeks of ideal companionstliD for the lonely girl had followed, then Randall left unexpected ly, leaving only a little friendly note of farewell to Hi1da and her aunt. There had been no word of love between them, but the girl on the mountain knew that she had lost her heart to the debonnair stranger of, chance encounter. A year had passed since she had seen him. Hence the wonder if he would find her changed when he returned. She felt sure that he would come.
 Early one morning she slipped out of the big hotel where she was a guest for the first time in her life and went down the trail under canopy of leafy green to the little vine-clad cottage that she loved. It had been Boarded up for a whole year. No gay little curtains blew
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04

night to take care of the sap from the large orchard. During this time Roger did not see Hazel, Ruth's friend, but news travels quickly in rural connr1ni- ties where everyone is interested in a city visitor, particularly one SO pretty and seemingly unable to do anything useful, as Hazel was. So Roger, during the busy week, heard many r1mors of her conqnests, and how she didn't even make up her own bed, or get up until nearly noon.'' But this only add ed fuel to the flame
 of course" Roger reasoned, "she Is dreadfully misunderstood. She wasn't used to country ways, and whoever would expect such dainty little person to work? It was preposterous." And as soon as the rush season was over, he again spent all his spare time at Ruth's house, calling on Hazel.
 Hazel had never attended a sugar party in Vermont sugar house, so it was Rogers pleasure to give one for her.
 Of course" agreed MT. Merrill
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04

evaporator was well filled with cedar and birch logs, doing their best to con vert the sap into syrup and filling the house with it's sweet spring aroma.
 Miss Mason is the prettiest girl I've ever seen" said young. Roger Merrill to himself, as he mechanically turned the faucet that let the sap into the evap- orator from huge tank in the corner ''I don't know when I've seen girl l liked so well at the first meeting. How pretty she looked when she tried to pull the candy with her small hands! It was real fun to help her. Her hands are just like rose petals, so soft and pink. wonder Ruth has never had her here before" The thought of Ruth gave Rog- CT pang of remorse, for hadn't he and Ruth been supposedly sweethearts since slhool days?
 Well, Roger, guess we still have to hustle some to keep ahead of the trees, said MT. Merrill, entering the sugar house. Tt looks and feels like we were in for good run of sap. Have good time at the party last night" he. con-
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of suddenly and reached in the inner pocket of his coat Here arc some of the lettersI Why did you return therna"
 They never reached me-" she told him simply, while her heart was singing in happy accompaniment to her thoughts. Aunt Caroline and only stay hero tn the summer time. We live on a paan- tation way down South. She has always told me that men were attentive to ma because they knew father left me a foe- tune. So when we began coming up here for the summers Rade mp U mind to dress and live simply 90 Gff&f nobody would know anything about me. This year-merey beemse tho4zht you went away without a word bsaiev- ing me poor and perhaps benez4h yoa social1y-T took rooms at the hOtA b show of like silly child, If yua cana back"
 He was nn around ff1e ta6te aud bad tslzen her into his arms before she eouad finish her amazing story. "Oh my desH let's be married and have our hDoey- moon right here in the cott2ss-v4outt even our deaf Aunt CzroEne-fcr a,6kap- eronefs
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04

softly at the windows and there was no inviting hammock swung on the shady side porch. The little plot of ground around the cottage was weed ehoked mass of ferns and rhododendrou, faint ly pink. She sat down on the steps and looked about her disconsoiate1y. After all, simple living had some reconpense. She had been happy there, happier than she would probably ever se in the ex- pensive suite of rooms her aunt had en- gagged at the hotel for the entire sum- mer.
 Very n1odish in smart riding togs sine made pretty picture as she and young Fenton rode Up to the hotel porch that afternoon. The first persoG she saw there was Herbert Randall. He came slowly forward, not believing that the stylish young woman before him could be the Hilda of simple gingaams he had known.
 How do you do, Mir. Randall" she said in greeting. She felt proud that she was able to meet him on his own ground, surrounded by the same people who were mutual friends You haven't for gotten Hilda Moore, have you?'
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pain in her heart as she mingled with the merrymalcers. Roger had always been her joy, but now he evidently cared for her no more All his time was given to Hazel. At last, unable to be brave any longer, Ruth unobserved entered the deserted sugar house. She sat down on low bench, trying to plan her life without Roger, when he and Hazel en- tered, seemingly for hot sugar. Sc. en- grossed were they with each other, they never saw Ruth, who was trying to escape without being seen. Suddenly she was arrested by an exclamation from Roger, and turned in time to see show CT of boiling sugar fall over his hands and arms as he pushed Hazel from the kettle, that they had somehow upset A cry of pain escaped from Rogers lips as the sugar burned into the flesh. I'm mediately Ruth seized bucket half filled snow and water; and, hurrying to him, pushed his hands into it.
 Come here and help" she called to Hazel. who was moving towards the door.
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t1nued.
 ''Yes, veTy," answered Roger, turning off the faucet and smiling at the vision of fluffy golden head.
 Meet Rutf1's new friend?"
 ''Yes! And Dad" said Roger, eager ly, "she is the prettiest and most charm ing girl I've ever seen."
 "H-m," said MT. Merrill, stroking his chin and looking at his son. "I'm glad you had good time and admire Ruth's friend, but boy she'll have to go some to beat Ruth"
 "Ruti1's all right" hastily said Roger, and then wishing to change the corver- sation. Shall go and empty the buck cts or finish of the syrup?"
 You empty the buckets, son. I'H do better at the syrup yet, though you are , a college graduate"
 "All right, Dad" said Roger as he started, his mind still dwelling on the charms of Ruth's friend.
 The predicted run of sap proved true, and for a week Roger, his father and hired men worked practically day and
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04
By Joella Jol,rnrn

"Oh, can't" she cried, coxGing 64 face with her hands. T just can't look at horrible things. They mals me faint couldn't help; and why shoud I 7~ st1e asked, angrify. eff Roger hadn't been careless he wouldn't have been bnrned"
 As soon as Rogers hands entered the water the burning pain stopped only to enter his heart. His idol had fallen He tried to make excuse for Hasers con- duct; but he knew there was ncue. Then his eyes rested on the dark head bent so compassionately oyer him. He gazed at the small brown fingers work ing so carefully and skIfaily at his wounds. Bending his head nearer the dark one, he whispered:
 Ruth, dear, can you ever forgive mel"
 Joy again entered Ruth's heart as her eyes for one moment met his.
 Forgive you? There Is nothing to forgive" Then as the kindly uatrons entered the sugar house, she said: "We must hurry and make these dear hands well"
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her changed. Her romance was the old story of a weary moth and fresh young flame.
 She had met Herbert Randall quite by chance one day when he was stroll ing with pretty woman over the moun- tin trail that ran before her aunt's lit tie vine-clad cottage. They had stopped there for directions to a white sulphur spring. Hilda had been on side porch sheiling peas when Randall approached. He was so impressed with her beauty and charm that he straightway forgot his thirst for mineral water and fingered on hirnsy pretext of weariness. His companion, appreciating his ruse to re- main near the lovely girl, laughed and leased him in the light, easy slang of the idle rich. She thought that most of her
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the land and very fine schools, but no one had thought to leave place in which to play. So the boys and girls raced back and forth over the smoothly paved streets, arranged their games from curb to curb, and ran in and out among trucks, automobiles and trolley cars. It was not until many of those who ran in did not rum out again that some one realized Brookdale's great need and said Something should be done" The newspapers took 1t up and said: Something should be done" A committee waited on the Mayor with yards and yards of petition, and the Mayor admitted that Something should be done" He talked it over with the City Council and a lot of different boards, and at last they all agreed that if the children were not in the streets
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and that the two fierce dogs played WaEh little Joan by the forgrt-me-not beook, just as if they were not fierce bit. Theg saw tennis courts, slides, swings, Vvhizi- igigs, and lot of other things that would never be used in flower garden. Great trees spread their friendly branches over sections of ve1Eety lawn comfortable seats and doi1 houses were conspicuous, and the brook tuznb9ed itself with jolly splash irEto hla round pool, on one bank of which an h. viting springbozrd was anchored The flowers had all moved up to the housA and overlooked the scene with grzTeSsA4 isfaction.
 When the children came frum al parts of the city in merry, laEgfing groups Old Jacob welcomed them v1kk a smile that was really very becoming, and as their joyous voices rose from different parts of this vsoss5erfu1 naa p1aygrounds he whispered hzncZlre John would have loved this garden beautiful"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04
Byways In the Land of Popular Science

clumsy wheels and grinding motor, for such work. For these reluctant rural ists, however, a new kind of machine has been invented. It is whee1less and comes as near being four-legged steel horse as anything ever conceived out side the realm of cartoondom. The in geniousness of the contrivance, says Popular Mechanics, makes it humorous. It has feet and legs as well as hips, knees and ankles, and is designed to am ble along as steadily as any sorrel team that ever pulled a disk. The chief dif-
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04

speeding the departing snow and walk ing the flowers and buds from their winters sleep.
 Most bright and warm did he shine on a southern hillside of Vermont farm. Covering the hillside and extend ing for many acres was a well-kept sugar orchard. The big white naples were responding to the suns appeal by sending the sweet, watery sap, up through their trunks, where part of it was arrested by sap spout and dropped and splashed into the blight tin bucket below.
 About in the middle of the orchard was the low whitewashed sugar house. Inside, the big brick furnace under the
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04
By A. Scientist

in package of entirely new design, which combines with it receptacle for matches. The smoking tobaco and the matches are necessarily close compan- ions. When there is call for the weed there is also the demand for the matches, and by this means they are all ways together. The match pan is shallow receptacle which fits along the scanned edges of the bottom of the can. Being slid forward or backward, the matches it carries are presented for the use of the smoker.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04
Ring Wstch Newest styae.

Ring Wstch Newest sty1s.
 The poosazzity of the easily aeeessa ble wrist watch was dozkkass w&zs b. spired the production hy Pszis;an je.pala. " designers of ring wasea It cun- sists, says Popuiar Mechanics of 6s1 timepiece mounted on 6uses anG and, if desired, embelhshed with pr6cDGse stones. The beauty of the Ett3s daab which might be easily mistaken kpe | large stone setting, is shown in an Hias- tration in the October number qk Peqle lar Mechanics MagaxinA
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04

: was a bright sun- shiny day in the first week of April. The sun, as if he were ashamed of the
 long cold winter, was sending down life-giving rays over hills and in valleys.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04

ing, may be covered with this new shade, and its rays will be diverted up wards to be diff1ised by the ceiling. Th' shade consists of an inverted cone, he1t about the bulb by means of wire 1ool which enters into its construction.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04

with the old-fasIlioned corkscrew. The new cork extractor, which is among the recent inventions, has snal screw which acts more as a guide than any thing else, but the real work of ex- tracting is done by the means of two lnife-like points which slip between the cork and the throat of the bottle and then clasps the cork in strangle-hold which brings it from its lodging place.
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was June again-the time of btrds, bees and blossoms. Hii- da wondered if he would come back to the fashionable sum- n1er resort in the
 mountains. wonder ed If he would find
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-05-04

ference in the arrangement of the pedal extreraities of the machine and those of a hesh-and-biood draft animal, is that there are no forward and hind legs. In stead, there are outside and inside ones, as the two pairs are mounted on oppo- site sides, rather than ends, of rec tangular frame.