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Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13
BLUE SKY LAW" ADVERTISE.
MEkT.

Application having been made to
the Banking Department by the follow
ing named Company to be licensed as q
Dealer in Securities under provisions
of Chap. 40. Sec. II to %. of the Re-
vised Statutes, rs amended, legal no.
tice is hereby given and any person
may, within two weeks from the date
of this publication file objection to the
proposed registration with the Bank
Name Business Address
Long Lake Golf and
Country Club. Inc, 191 Middle ST.,
Portland Me-
FRANK L. PALMER,
Bank Commissioner
Augusta. Ne, Jan. ~. 1921.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13
Augusta
Maine

church and used as distillery. In
1910 it was again used as a house of
Worship until during the Civil War IL.
became stable. Then in 1878 it was
again restored for church purposes,
but It was burned in 1887 and has re-
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13

Dougal, Vice President. Virginia Ward
well. Newport. Secretary, Jennie Fow-
Ter. Monmouth, Treasurer, Marion Rob-
inson. Palmyra. Eromathean Society,
President Virginia Ingham. Mt. Yer
non, Vice President Leone Clough, Mt.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13
"VELVET FINGERS
us REMARKABLE
SERIAL

In velvet Fingers which will start
at the Colonial theatre on Jan. 30.
Manager Appleby has secured one of
the most remarkable serials ever shown
in America. 1t is. an Arsene Lupin
story with Sherlock Holmes twist.
George B. Seitz is the star and he is
supported by Marguerite. Courtot.-
Adv
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13
A Correction

It was stated in the Journal OF
Wednesday that, according to the
emergency bill introduced Tuesday
afternoon in the Senate, it will cost
81, 212, 1883 to run the legislature OF
Maine for the 1921 session. Instead
It should have been stated that this
sum Is the cost of running all the de-
partments of the State during the
three months that the Legislature is
in session,
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13
Nominations by Governor

The Following nominations were made
on Tuesday, Jan. II by Governor Fred
eric H. Parkhurst, they being posted
at the Executive Department. and in
order for confirmation in one week
from date:
Notares Public. Frederick Fox. Ban
sor' John Clifford, Jr.. Lewiston; Ken
meth Mex. Clark, Bangor: Orlando II.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13
INLAND ElshERIEs sANp GAME

The. Committee on Inland Fisheries
and Game will hold meeting at its
room at the State House on
WEDNESDAY, JAN IL. at p. NJ
ARTHUR A. CRAFTS, Sec.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13

manned in ruin to the present Z
However. the sum Of $4,000 has
been appropriated to rebuild the
nee to minister to a village OF -
900 that has recently sprung UP Z
II.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13
Committee Hearings
coMMJTTEE ON LIBRARY

The members of the committee on
Library Will meet in the State Library
Thursday, January Is, at $50 O'Clock
r. M. for the purpose of organizing.
JOHN F. SPRAGUE.
janSd5t Chairman.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13
cumberI.nd Medical Examiner

Governor Parkhurst on Wednesday
nominated Herbert l.. Lombard or
Bridgton as medical examiner o. Cum
berland county, to succeed Herbert A.
Lombard. term expired.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13

vernon. Secretary, Ruth Dow. Wayne,
Treasurer. Julia Millett, Mt. Vernon.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1921-01-13

The old Colonial church in Rich
mond County, Va. was built in 1887.
About 1900 it was abandoned as q
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04
The Red Feather

"A new oil stove for the sewing room" !" she guessed eagerly.
 "No."
 Again she pondefed. Curtains for the dining room?''
 Nope. Mats voice was losing it's gaynass.
 Suddenly she thought of a recent visit of her daughter and family. q knew Pa, skates for Bobby and a doll carriage for little Louise, for Christ mas7''
 "No," his smile had vanished and his fingers were nervously picking at the table cloth.
 Well, then, let's see." The old lady was getting puzzled. She wanted ta guess correctly and please him, but she could not think of the ali-impor- tant need of the moment.
 "T don't know, Pa. unless perhaps it's 6 donation for the Ladies' Aid Christmas dinners" she finished wist. fully.
 'No, it ain't. Don't you ever want
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04
By Parke Whitney

Molly stood dazed; her little world was crumbling about her feet and she was powerless to stop 1t. Monty herel She repeated 1t to herself duly, again and again. He was so fine and hon est, he would despise her, think her a cheat, liar, she told herself miser- ably. She wished vaguely that she might die, but instantly put the thought from her in scorn. No, the only thing to do was to meet him and confess the whole wretched business.
 AS the hour approached, Molly's sen- sitive soul shrank from the task, bu: somehow she found herself at the sta- tion, waiting with a heavy heart to break her poor bubble into thousand crystals.
 The train rumbled into the station, the great gates swung opep, and a throng streamed through. Molly, sick with misery, turned away and leaned despairingly against the iron gate.
 Suddenly she was startled by a
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04
By Elsie Endicott

and went out, the silent closing of the door testifying to his pent Up feelings. Having dreamed of Emmy's delight in a new hat, her utter refusal to pur- chase one eneompassed him in deepest gloom.
 She watched him as he strode down the walk, and was struck as never be- fore, by the bent shoulders and the silvery hair that curled up around the edges of his old cap.
 Poor pa" she said suddenly, T was wrong. 'Taint the gettin' of a new hat that counts, but the pleasin' of him. D She thought a moment, and then laughed. "1'll do it." She hustled in to her coat and an old fur cap, and tucked the red feather hat into bag. She took another look at the bent fig ure plodding in the direction of the town, and then she slipped out the back way to take a short cut in through smelly woods and stubbly woods and stubbly fields.
 Old Nat sauntered into the village an
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04
Three Fools Become Wise

"well?" questioned the others.

"Well?" questioned the others.
 Were we not told that the three wise men went to pay homage to the star? Was Burton right when he called US wise men. lads?"
 Three pairs of eyes met. You bet Burton was right" And though MT. James and MT. Edwin both spoke, 1t was as if one man had uttered the words.
 Mrs. Joe Stedman stood back and surveyed the work of her hands with almost childish delight The clean white muslin curtains were draped back with strips of gay scarlet cam bric. In one window burned the Christmas candle, but twas the other window that held the master art. The little old lady's eyes gazed on it with deepest admiration. Joel" she asked, a flush on her withered cheek, as her husband came into the room, "ain't 1t just beautiful outside" The old man brushed the snow from his coat. Tt sure is, Martha, why saw it half
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Q rummage sale tomorrow, and folks won't come if 1t storms. They need more money than ever this Christmas, too"
 Perhaps it won't snow," he answer ed nonehalantIy, and then as she still busied herself about the kitchen, ''hur- " up and sit down, Ma"
 She brought in the dish of steaming stew and almost spilled it over the ta- bic as she noticed the familiar little leather bag reposing jauntily in her napkin ring. "For the lands sake, Nat, what on earth-T" she stared at 1t in bewiIderment.
 He was grinning like a schooiboy,
 'Twon't bite, mother, open it."
 Qingerly, as if handling precious jewels, she spilled the contents of the bag on a corner of the table, and in silence piled the quarters above the halves and topped the heap with a pin nacle of dimes. Whats it for, Nat?'
 He beamed gaily, Guess, Ma"
 Finger on lip. she thought deeply,
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04

mile down the road; where did you get it, anyway?"
 His wife poured their coffee and drew the hot biscuits from the oven.
 Tt was Johnnie Watson's idea; he made it out of his mas old washboi1- CT. First he traced pasteboard star and then cut it out of the tin with his jackknife. But wasn't that the dearest thing how he thought of punch ing holes in 1t, sos the big light would show through. was plumb surprised when he gave 1t to me to hang in the window, and I was so pleased, too.
 "Joel," her hand reached over and found his. Johnnie says the star will shine and shine, and bring a stranger to our door. And Joel, I've felt sort of queer all day and perhaps the stranger will be one of our. boys." Her hus- band patted the toil-worn little hand, but his brows knitted into frown.
 T wouldn't bank on any of our boys showing up. Martha" he said bitterly "a stranger might come, but the boys never There, there, mother, as her
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anything yourself? SThat's for a new hat, Emmy"
 "A hat?" she gasped, as she looked at the leaning tower of possibilities, ''why, pa, mine1l do this year yet. fixed it over. Didn.'t you notice2".
 Notice? Course I did, and 50 did everybody else in town. It's the an nual town puzzle-wherell Emmy Ab- bolt put her red feather this year? You buy new hat, mother"
 Quietly she gathered up the money again. T can't, Nat, not this year, there's too much real need In the world. Why, the little BlRkes over here haven't any coats to their backs. l"
 He waved aside her arguments. That moneys for hat, Emmy Six years is long enough for any shape. much less a red feathered one.'
 She shook her head determinediy "No, I can't, Nat"
 Without touching the raisin ginger bread, Of which he was very fond, the : old man picked up his coat and hat
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hour later. His brow was puckered in an unusual frown, and the friends he met wondered at his brusqueness. He had passed tKe drug store and the It. tie cobbler's shop, when his eyes, wan- dering aimlessly toward the next win dow, stared and opened wider in amazement His mouth gsped. too, as he moved closer to the window. A hat, suspended gaily from the gas jet. was the object of his wonderment. A hat with red feather tucked away some where's underneath An elaborate red linked card bore the price. 25 cents. There was not another hat like that in town. Spellbound, he watched it gyrate before his befuddIed brain.
 A light touch on his arm brough him to his senses, and turning he ecoun- tered the blue eyes he loved so well, and above them the rim of a soft brown hat, which recalled courtship days.
 Do you like this one better, Nat?'' she asked wistfully. He gave one last
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04

chin trembled. i've writ and writ, 1 might as well tell you, and even at the last, when found we'd have to go farming out at separate places for the rest of the Winter. We'll, I put my pride in my pocket and asked each of the three for money. I told 'em I'd be stronger in the Spring and I'd pay back. Bill wrote, affairs were tied up some, but he'd send money in week or two That was six months ago.
 SJim said he'd be down and fix us up. but he never come.
 "Ned wrote. he expected to make a big deal and he wouldn't forget us, but he did. Mother, dear :, his arm went about the quivering little figure. Were not going to be sorrowful our last holiday together, are we? We're going to be strong and pray that, when the winter is over, somehow we'll be stronger again. And who knows, Martha" he tilted her chin and smiled into the faded old eyes,. "s stranger may come to our door to-
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04

Well, you see," explained the young man genially, when I received your first letter I knew that somebody quite different from Dolly had written 1t. made guarded inquiries of my sister Peg, a senior at Sargent, and she told me about Molly Robbins, who was always being confused with Dolly Roberts. It sounded reasonable and so-well, I've been busy falling In love with you ever since. Why, knew you the minute I stepped through the gates"
 Molly's opposition was fast dimin- ishing. She allowed herself to be led to the street, but once there she stopped suddenly.
 We haven't been properly intro- duced," she declared, primly, T doE's really know you"
 What you don't know" declared ths young man magniheently, wont hurt you!"
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04
When a Body Needs a Body

So that was it! She had frequently been confused with Dolly Roberts be- cause of the similarity of their names, although they were as different as night and day. Pretty, frivolous, nckle Dolly-why, the whole school was talking about her now fer eloping quite dramatically a week ago! Yes, and the mans name had been Corling!
 A lump rose to Molly's throat and threatened to choke her. Never before had she realized quite how lonely and alone she was.
 She sat quite still. A daring thought had entered her mind; this Monty was a safe distance away. Dolly was cer- tainly beyond caring would be closing now in week and Molly could send him her Summer address. Who would be the wiser if she wrote to Monty, pretending she was Dolly? She could typewrite her letters, so that Monty would not suspect; he was too far away to hear of Dolly's latest
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above the tide of their onrushing wealth, and an overpowering desire to literally shake the nonsense out of the daughter wallowing in the foam of the golden breakers made her forget her insecure perch.
 A thud, quick cry of anguish swept the pout from the girls full lips and kindled her eyes with symathetic con- cern. Capably she helped her mother to a couch, anguishing in tender so- licitude. Gone was her superci1ious foolishness and only warm, throbbing, girlish sympathy gushed clear and sparkling from her tender heart.
 Mrs. Bragdon smiled through her pain. "oh, Lou, sometimes you are so discouragingly foolish that I'm apt to forget what a genuine heart is hidden in your lovely body. Fetch me the remedies, dear. and I'll soon have this painful swelling in subjection."
 Mrs. Bragdon stopped short in her twining of the antiseptic gauge around her anguished ankle.
 Darling, you'll have to take Aunt Prudence to i'll her appointment with the oculist. Her eyes are paining
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04

touch on her arm. and a deep voice said bit unsteadily:
 Molly, you were-so good-to come"
 In her distress she did not notice that he called her Molly; she did not even stop to wonder how he knew her. She had only an instant's impression of a tanned, rather good-looking face and earnest, smiling eyes, then
 "Oh," she cried, "you-it's all hor- rible mistake-I lied to you. I opened your. letter to Dolly by mistake-and was lonely, and"
 The pitiful recital ended in what sounded suspiciously like sob, and the tall young man'in the ensign's uni form patted her shoulder 'clumsily.
 There, now" he soothed gently. "1 knew all the time-and I'm glad Dolly did elope, because now have you"
 Indignantly Molly shook off his hand. and demanded warmly:
 "You-knew?"
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04

caprice. Molly, at this moment, was far from the placed being her school mates thought her.
 The plan was carried through with out a slip. Molly wrote one of her intimate letters-clever, humorous and sensible. An answer came in time, then letters flew back and forth all Summer and Fall. A new tone had crept into the mans letters-wonder- ing, insistent, that had not been there before. To all his love-making she was steadily impersonaI in her letters; what was breathed into her pillow o'nights Molly never revealed.
 Thus matters stood until one crisp morning in early December. As Molly was leaving the school building, a tele- gram was put into her hands. and with a sinking sensation in her breast, she tore open the envelope. The. words stared up at her through blur:
 Meet me on 2:35 train today. Must see you-Monty."
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04
Riches and the Cure

would ask. When he did she would be descending broad staircase. as grace fully draped and carefully posed as any queen of any age.
 Louise, dear please come here and see if these hang straight"
 The girl was startled from her day dreaming by her mothers voice. She dashed into the spacious living room
 "Motherl" she exclaimed aghast, "oh, mother, you are actually draping those curtains standing on that awful stepIadder right in front of the win dow! Oh. suppose, just suppose some of my Lathrope Club should see youi Why, why do you insist on perform ing menial tasks? It's a crying dis grace.
 Mrs. Bragdon wanted to laugh at the tragic intensity. "Do not forget, dar- ling, how very recently did all the work. Della has a toothache and of course Maggie is needed at home"
 "It isn't our concern that Maggie's little brother was injured" retorted the girl with g petulant stamp.
 Mrs. Bragdon had held her rare common sense and enviable poise high
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04

T haven't written for six months, |" Mir. Edwin Stedman studied the pat tern on the carpet with down-cast eyes.
 "He hit it right, mother is star, $ Mr. William Stedman's jaw squared a bit more than usual.
 Boys" he faced the other two sud- denly, there isn't one of us whose family will miss him, and even if they should we can't let anything stand in the way" Almost impatiently he reached for the phone.
 Twelve o'clock tonight" they heard him say. Good; yes. for three; good by" He turned to the other two.
 There's a train goes at midnight i've phoned for reservations. We car all go home, explain matters and well reach mothers Christmas Eve. w had almost forgotten that mother wal g star, hadn't we, boys?" He put 2 hand on each of their shoulders. "Dit you hear what he called us?" Mir. VII. lAms voice was a triae shaky "He called us three wise men"
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04
By JoelIa Johnson

dreadfully. She must go at 10:30 and it's 10 now. Burton drove dad in town this morning, so you can't use the car, and you know auntie never, never would consent to a taxi, so you'll have to go on the street car"
 "Oh, mother, can't Maidie-" she be- gan. but her words fell fiat, for she heard her sisters voice mingling with masculine voice at the door, and knew that $5 an hour musical in- structor could not be juggled with a girlish qualm.
 A sudden whim sent her to the hid den corner of her closet, hunting lit- tie three seasons back dress. She re- called how everyone had complimented her on that particular dress. She couldn't say just why she chose that little out-of-date thing rather than an ultra chic frock Perhaps her new set would not recognize her so readi- ly.
 Of course she loved Arlt Prudence She was dear, dear old lady, and when at home among the fine old fur nishings of her own room which Louise had named Auntie's Renais-
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sance Boudoir, there. within her habi- tat, Louise loved to fetch her friends. But on the street-impossiblel The old-fashioned cape, bonnet; why, oh. why wouldn't Auntie go to Madam's and be properly gowned? The girl for got how Prudence Bragdon had sacri- feed that her little orphaned brother might be educated; forgot that, be- cause her aunt had given up lover, of welded bliss, pretty clothes. every thing dear to the heart of a normal girl, she, Louise, and the other mem bers. of the family, were now biIlowing over fortunes waves, and that while Auntts waited here, resting from the past strenuous years, roundig out her allotted time, that fashions call could not penetrate the wall which seIf-de- nial had builded.
 So she stood with old-fashioned Aunt Prudence, waiting for the street car, feeling frumpy and abused.
 A roadster was approaching. sht would not look, she might be recog nized. So she did not see Joyce lear uderstandingly back in the deepest corner, or Joyce's companion lear
Norwich bulletin., 1921-07-04
By Phil Moore
klK-EE TEE :HE g7 EzE yEE- -7IEE lEN1K-w-T Wl

night and trouble and bitterness must not welcome him"
 Perhaps. Joel" she said, "the star will even find one of our boys and bring him home"
 It was most Il o'clock when three men, fairly loaded down with packages, stood in the little dingy depot of their home town
 Merry Christmas. Jason" called Mir. William Stedman to the old station master, "how's everything?"
 Merry Christmas, yourself" return ed the old man; never expected to see you boys in this town again. Things ain't agoing very smooth with you. folks. I'm glad you've come to take a hand"
 Jason" they told him, I've were a long, long time coming, but we are going to make up for It."
 Down the road they saw 1t gleanr and beckon. and when they had fol lowed its light they looked in the win, dow of the little white house and saw them hand in hand watching the star
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ness had given way for airy rooms where overstuffed mahogany and gleaning black walnut abounded.
 Louise glowcd from tip to toe with satisfaction and wfnked saucily at her lifelong emulation, for the gowns which she had just been trying on were exquisite enough for the taste of any queen. whether she ruled realm or only 6 tiny coterie such as the exclu- sive Lathrope Club, of which Louise was president, and tomorrow night would be the night for which her soul had hungered and thirsted through long ages.
 Tomorrow night her Prince Charm ing would enter the chamber of her heart and she must be regaIly decked to meet him and wideawake to greet him :: for somehow she was very sure that Joyce Kesting's cousin, who had studied in foreign lands for years, and whose name everyone breathed with something very like awe, would be in truth her ideal. And--she caught her breath, while the crimson dyed her soft cheek-when he should ask to paint her portrait. She was very sure he
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And then the most amazing thing happened. The door was suddenly opened. and with almost unbelievins eyes the little old lady and the tense old man saw three forms enter the room quietly.
 As if by magic the chairs and ta- ble were piled high with gifts. won- derful gifts. And though the little old lady could not see their faces for their turned up collars. she knew.
 "Boys." she cried. "my boys, thank God. You came, thank God"
 Amen" answered three voices. And out on the midnight air rang the holy, glad bells of Christmas.
 The three wise men had found ths star.
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@LD Nat Abbott, his ruddy face
 baaming with an important secret, covered the Hrozen country road as though his clumsy HhOos were eight-league boots. He had just made An unexpected sAls of winter vegetables and the hand in his coat UBekst clutched tightly a little leather bae from which Issued forth pleasant tlngla
 "Gosh, won't Emmy be pleased" he unused boyishiy. Tim good and tired OR that old one with the red feather, sesms as though everybody in town naust know it's nearin' its sixth birth dny. Guess Emmy's good and sick of tho red feather herself or she wouldn't have tucked it away sonnewheres. Well, she won't have to think up new ways os trimnain' t any n1ore," he finished rOsoiutely as he mounted the cottage steps.
 The delicious aroma of hot ginger bread almost made him forget his secret, but there vas Emmy, all uncon- sctDus of the impending occasion in Ase sOmbre life. He smiled to himself, and with studied deliberaticn washed gp and took his place At the head of the table.
 "storm brewing, mother"
 "what pity. The Ladies' Aid hold
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look at the spinning red feather, and then turned and tucked his arm through hers. There ain't no cum parison, Emmy; folks won't have to hunt for the red feather any more"
 Old Mrs. Nat smiled happily to her self. and it was her turn to pat a pocket where repossd the remainder of the vegetable money. enough to pur- chase one of the Ladies' Aid dinners for the little BIakes' Christmas.