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THE IIOCK ISLAND ARGUS. WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 26, 1914.
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Author of "Rebecca
Lo Bjriti Her Dead.
. nv .--I,.- th.it Ivorv had re-
IrciviM frm bi letter of In
quiry conremlnr; his father's
niovorr.or.tw j-incc leaving;
t,t i.t n.-sit death In
-t left r. r. a-.nnt.!e room f..r doubt, i
Tire of Aaron :.vr.Ton in New
EUIMre. in M.i-.i''iiuse:ts. in :ew
yri acd hn.iilv in ilii, all pointful in
ore direct'.'""". at..l. a'rhuj:b there were
pp and d:Tc;:nn'ic in the account
ef h! d''.lS. the f:i-t of l.i death
seymed t be :hcI by two -
pireotly reli.U'.e w.t;i.-sc.
That he was nt ':n.i--mpniiicd in
t! earliest mi-rat ii-n s-eciut-d cle:ir,
but the woman ::iT.lionod as li is wife
disappeared niddeiily frm the reports,
and the story of his last days wns the
t.vr of a broken down, meianchuly,
Bnfrferjded man. dependent for the last
offices on s;rancrs. He left no rues
MSrs acd no papers, t-aid Ivory's cor
respondent and never made mention
of any family connections whatsoever.
He had no property anil no means of
oV.'ray'.E? the expenses of his ilIne.-
after be was stricken with the fever.
No letters were f'uiil anion? his poor
effect and no article that could prove
his Idectity. i.nless it were a Mi!all
pold lo ker. whi'-h l--re n initials or
marks of any kind, but which cotifaiii
ed two Ivfcs of fair and lrwn h.iir.
iDtertwtned. The tiny trinket was en
closed in the letter, as of no value, tin
some one recopnized it as a keep
Ivory read tb correspondence with
a heavy heart, inasmuch as it corrob
orated all his wort fears. He had
sometimes secretly hoped that hi-- fa
ther mlsht return and explain tfi? rea
son of his silence or in lieu of that
ttat there misbt come to linht the sti
ry of a pi!?rinia?e. fanatical perhaps,
tut innocent of evil it tenii-n. one that
could he related to Lis wi:V a nil his
farmer frieiids and then buried forever
with the death that had ended- it.
Neither of thee !epe could now
ever be real;z-l ier his father's uieiii'-
ry male other than a i-auw fr end- j
le regret, sorrow ;ind ' sham v. His
father, who had be'iii life so hand
somely, with rare ift.s of mind and
personality, a wife of iir;u.-iial beauty
and iiite'li?eu e and. whi'e t:l! yonns
la years, a njri.ler-il Mi.ievs iu liis
cbosen prof.-i..n. His p.-.r father:
What could have N-n the niinii. for
o conjplete a don i.fa : ';
Ivory asked Ir. Perry's .-id'-i- e a!i--':t
bowir.e ,r two i.T th I'r-. fer let
ters and the ; k-t to hi- r:,.,t 'r. .ft
er her faiMii.s ht ai.il tti.- chaii"t:-ti
tbat followed it. I..:y .e.-l ..-r to
the old d-i-for. hr.i without avail.
Ficaliy. after days . f f.l...-:di:i. hp took
ber hands in his aI.d .-j i 1 : "I do every
thins a mortal man an d i to le a
Fd son to you. mother. Won't you
5v tn: to pae ti.e and trust that I
know what is l.etV" Whereupon she
tave a trmh!ir.c assent, as if she
were nz-eeir.? to sornethins indi-scrii.
aMy painful, and. it.'l.-.-d. this si!;t of
a former friend s..r:;,.il t,i frighten her
After Ir. ferry Imd talked witfi her
t"r a h-.'f h"i;r and examined her s;if
Bectiy to mn:.e at least a reasonable)
pjei us it, her mental and physical
condition, he ;.rvj.-ed Ivory to l-rek
the news of i,..r tiuta nd's death to
"If you rpri L'et her to rnniprfho
It." he said. " ir Is bonnd to le a re!lf
tf'ta ihls terril.le suspense."
"Will there i. r,ny dantrer of making
her w,.-e? Mightn't the shock cause
too vloit etijotlonV asked Ivory anx
louly. "I don't th.t.k she is any longer ca
pabUi of violent emotion." the d-x-tor
as'wsred "Mcr tnitid is -ertaln!y
'arer than it was three vears u- .
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, 1-ut her body Is nearly burned away
: ,T the mental conflict There la scarre-
i ,T "J Part her but la weary
weary onto death, poor aoul! One can
not look at her patient, lovely face
without longing to lift some part of
Make a trial. Ivory. Ifa
Justifiable experiment, and I think It
wiu succeed, i must not come any
oftener myself than Is absolutely neces
sary. She seemed afraid of me.
The experiment did succeed. Ixi
Iioycton listened breathlessly with
parted lips and. with apparent compre
hension to the atory Ivory told her.
Over and over a pain he told ber gen-
Her Face Showed That She Waa Deep
tly the 6tory of ber husband's death,
trying to make it sink into ber mind
clearly, so that there should be no cou-
sequent bewilderment. She was calm
' and silent, though her face showed
J that she was deeply moved. She broke
down only when Ivory showed her the
I "1 ynve it to my busbnnd when you
' w ere born, my son!" she sobled. Aft
' er all. it sispui.s no surprise to Be that
! your father is dead. He said be would
! come back when the mayflower
' bloomed, and when I saw the autumn
: leave I knew that sis months must
i have gone and he would never stay
away from us for six month without
j writing- Thut is the reason I bare
! seldom watched for him these last
j weeks. I must have known that It
j was no use."
! She rose from ber rocking chair and
moved feebly toward ber bedroom.
Can you spare me the rest of the
day. Ivory?" she faltered as she leaned
i on ber son and made ber slow progress
I from the kitchen. "I must bury the
! body of my grief and I wont to be
alone at first. If only I could see Wait
i, still: We have Ix.tli thought this was
j coming; she has a woman's Instinct:
! Is vounser and stronger than 1
am and she said It was braver not to
watch and pine and fret as I have
done, but to have faith in fJod that he
would send me a sign when he wns
ready. She said If I could manage to
be braver you would be happier too."
Here she sank on to ber bed exhaust
el. but still kept up her murmuring
faintly ami feebly between long inter
vals of silence.
"Uo you think WaitsUll could come
tomorrow r she asked. "I am so much
braver when she Is here with me.
After supper I will put away your
father's cup and plate once and for
all. Ivory, and your eyes need never
fill with tears again as they bare
sometimes when you have seen me
n-otehinp- Tou needn't worry about
me; I am remembering better these
' days, and the bells that ring In my
; cars are not so loud. If only the pain
1 in my side were less and I were not
I so pressed for breath, I should be quite
j Strong aud could see everything clear
' Iv at last. There is something else
j that remains to be remembered. 1
' have almoHt caught It once and it must
! . .rain before long. Pot the
locket undeV my pillow. Ivory: close
i tbe door, please, and leave me to my
' self. I can't make It quite clear, my
I feeling about It, but It seems Just as
j If I were going to bury your father.
! end I want to be alone."
I New Englanda annnal pageant of
'. autumn was being unfolded day by
' day In all its fcceustomed splendor, and
I the feast runf riot of color, the almost
j Bjrsnarable glory, was the common
! property of tbe whole countryside, rich
i and poor, to be shared alike If per
! chance all eye. were equally alive to
wonder and the leanty.
Waiutlll Halter went as often as
he could to tbe Boynton farm, though
never when Ivory was at borne, and
tue affection between the younger and
the older woman grew closer and
closer, so thnt It almost broke WalV
still's heart to leave the fragile crea
ture when her presence seemed to
bring such complete peace and Joy.
"No one ever clung to me so before."
she often thought as she was hurrying
across the fields after one of her half
hour visits. "But the end must come
before long. Ivory does not realize It
yet. nor Rodman, but It seems as If she
rnuld never survive the long winter.
Thanksgiving day Is drawing nearer
ind nearer, and how little I am able
to do for a single creature to prove to
oi that I am grateful for my exist
ence: I could, if only I were free,
make auch a merry day for Tatty aud
Mark and their young friends. Ob.
what Joy if father were a man who
would let me set a bountiful table In
our great kitchen: would sit at tbe
head and aay grace and we could bow
our beads over tbe cloth, a united faro
ily. or if I bad done my duty In my
borne and could go to that other, where
I am so needed go with my father's
blessing. All the woman in me is
wasting, wasting. Oh. my dear, dear
man, bow I long for him: Ob. my
own near man. my helpmate, shall I
ever llTe by his side? I love him. I
want him. I need bim! And my dear
little nnmothered. unfathered boy. how-
happy I could make blm! How I
should love to cook and sew for them
sll and wrap them In comfort! How I
should love to smooth my dear moth-
er's last days, for she is my mother In
spirit. In affection. In desire and In be
ing I Tory's r
Waitst ill's longing, her discourage
ment, ner helplessness, overcame her
wholly, and she flung herself down
under a tree in the pasture In a very
pnssion of sobbing, a luxury In which
she could seldom afford to Indulge her
self. Tbe luxury was short lived, for
in five minutes she beard Rodman's
voice, and beard blm running to meet
ber as he often did when she came to
their house or went away from it. dog
ging her footsteps or Tatty's whenever
or wherever he could waylay them.
"Why, my dear, dear Waity, did you
tumble and hurt yourself?" the boy
"Yes. dreadfully, but I'm better now.
so walk along with me and tell me the
"There isn't, much news. Ivory told
you I'd left school and am studying
at home? He helps me evenings and
I'm 'way abend of the class."
"Xo. Ivory didn't tell me. I haven't
seen him lately."
"I said if the big brother kept school
tbe little brother ought to keep bouse,"
laughed the boy. "He says I can hire
out as a cook pretty soon: Aunt Boyn
ton's 'most always up to get dinner
and supper, but I can make lots of
things now things that Aunt Boyn
tou can eat too."
"Oh, 1 cannot bear to have you and
Ivory cooking for yourselves:" exclaim
ed Wnitstill. the tears starting again
from ber eyes. "I must come over the
next time when you are at home. Rod.
and I can help you make something
nice for siipier."
"We get along pretty well." said
Rodman contentedly. "I love book
learning like Ivory, and I'm going to
be a schoolmaster or a prencher wheu
Ivory's a lawyer. Do you think Tat
ty d like a schoolmaster or a preach
er best, and do you think I'd be too
young to marry her by and by. If she
would wait for me?"
"I didn't think you hnd any idea of
marrying Patty." laujUied Waitstiil
through ber tears. "Is 'this something
"It's not exactly new," said Rod.
Jumping along like a squirrel In tbe
path. "Nobody could look at Tatty
and not think about marrying her.
I'd love to marry you. too. but you're
too big ami grand for a boy. Of
course I'm not going to ask Tatty yet.
Ivory said once you should never ask
a girl until you cau keep her like a
queen. Then after a minute be said:
Well, maybe not quite like a queen.
Rod, for that wonld mean longer than
a man could wajt. Shall we sny un
til be could keep ber like the dearest
lady in the land? That's the way he
said It. You do cry dreadfully easy
today, Waity. I'm sure you barked
your leg or skinned your knee when
you fell down. Don't you think tbe
dearest lady in the land' Is a nice
"I do. indeed:" cried Waitstiil to
herself as she turned the words over
anil over trying to feed her hungry
heart with them.
"I love to hear Ivory talk. It's like
the stories in the hooks. We have our
best times in the parn. for I'm help
ing with the milking now. Our yel
low cow's name Is Molly and the red
cow used to be IolIy. but we changed
her to Golly 'cause she's so trouble
some." "We bad a cross old cow like that
once." said Waitstiil absently, loving
to hear tbe boy's chatter and the eter
nal quotations from his teloved hero.
"We have great fun cooking, too."
continued Rod. "When Aunt Boyn
ton was first sick she stayed in bed
more, and Ivory and I hadn't got used
to things. One morning we bound up
each other's burns. Ivory had three
lingers aud I two done up In buttery
rags to take the fire out. Ivory culled
us -soldiers dressing their wounds aft
er the battle.' Sausages spatter dread
fully, don't they? And when you turn
a pancake it flops on top of the stove.
Can you flop one straight. Waity?"
"Yes. I can; straight as a die; that's
what girls are made for. Now run
aUong home to your big brother, and
do pnt on some warmer clothes under
your coat. The weather's getting
"Aunt Boynton hasn't patched our
thick ones yet. but she will soon. and.
If she doesn't. Ivory'll take this Satur
day evening and do them hlmsejf. He
"He shall notr cried Waitstiil pas
sionately. "It Is not seemly for Ivory
to sew and mend, and I will not allow
It. You shall bring me those things
that need patching without telling any
one. do you bear, and 1 will meet you
on the edge of the pasture Satnrday
afternoon and give them bark to you.
Tou are. not to speak of It to any one.
yon jjudersta ud, or perhaps 1 shall
pound you to a Jelly: You'd make a
sweet rose Jelly to eat with turkey fw
Thanksgiving dinner, you a ear, cou
fortlng little boy!"
Rodman ran toward home, and Walt
still hurried along, scarcely noticing
the beauties of tbe woods and fields
and waysides, all glowing masses of
goldenrod and purple frost flowers.
Tatty was standing under a littl
rock maple, her brown linsey-woolsey
In tone with the landscape and tbe
hood of her brown cape pulled over
her bright bead. She looked flushed
and excited as she ran up to her sister
and said: "Waity, darling, you've been
crying! nas father been scolding
"No, dear, but my heart Is aching to
day so that I can scarcely bear it.
wave of discouragement came over me
as I was walking through the woods
and I gave up to It a bit. I remember
ed how soon it will be Thanksgiving
day, and I'd so like to make It happier
for you and a few others that I love.
Tatty could have given a shrewd
guess as to the chief cause of the
heartache, but she fore bo re to ask any
questions. "Cheer up, Waity'" she
cried. "Yon can never tell. We may
have a thankful Thanksgiving, after
RS. ABEL DAY had come to
spend tbe afternoon with
Aunt Abby Cole, and tbey
were seated at the two sit
ting room windows, sweeping the land
scape with eagle eyes in tbe intervals
of making patchwork.
"The foliage has been a little-mite
too rich this season." remarked Aunt
Abby. "I b'lieve I'm glad to see it
tblnnin' out some, so 't we can have
some kind of an idee of what's goin
on in the Tillage.
"There's plenty goin' on." Mrs. Day
answered unctuously, "some of it
above board an' some underneath it."
"An that's Jest where it's nggravat-
in to have tbe leaves so thick and tbe
trees so high between you and other
folks' houses. Trees are good for
shade, it's true, but there's a limit to
all things. There was a time when
could see 'bout everything that went
on up to Baxters' and down to Bart's
shop and. by goin" up attic, consid'able
many thiugs that happened on tbe
bridge. Bart vows he never planted
that plum tree at the back door of his
shop says the children must have bove
out plum stones when tbey was set tin
on tbe steps and the tree come up of
its own accord."
"Men are an awful trial." admitted
Mrs. Day. "Abel never sympathizes
with my headaches. I told him a-Sun-day
I didn't believe he'd mind if I died
the next day. an' all he said was,
'Why don't you try it an' see, Lyddy?'
He thinks that's humorous."
"I know. That's the way Bartholo
mew talks. I guess they all do. You
can see the bridge letter'n I can, Lyd-
dy. Has Mark ilson drove over
sence you've been settin" there? He's
like one o' them ostriches that hides
their beads in the sand when t" e bird
catchers are comin along. inkin
'cause they can't see anything they'll
never be seen. He knows folks would
never tell tales to Deacou Baxter,
whatever the girls done. They hate
him too bnd. Lawyer Wilson lives so
far away he can't keep any watch o'
Mark, an Mis' Wilson's so city tied
an purse promt nououy ever goes to
her with anv news, bad or good: so
them that's the most concerned Is as
blind as bats. Mark's consid'able stid
"Patty'll be Mrs. Wilson or nothin',"
was Mrs. Day's response.
dier'n be used to be. but you needn't
tell me b has any notion of bringin'
one o' that Baxter tribe into his fami
ly. He's only amusin' himself."
"Tatty '11 be Mrs. Wilson or noth
in"," was Mrs. Day's response. "Both
o' them girls is silk purses, an' you
can't make sows' ears of 'em. We
ain't neither of us hardly fair to Tat
ty, an' I s'pose It's because she didn't
set any proper valne on Cephas."
"Oh, she's good enough for Mark. I
guess, though I ain't so sure of his in
tentions as yon be. She's nobody's
fool. Tatty ain't; I allow that, though
she did treat Cephas like the dirt in
the road. I'm thankfnl he's come to
his senses an found out the d Iff re nee
between dross an' gold."
"It's very good of yon to pnt It that
way. Abby." Mrs. Day rer ponded
gratefully, for It was Thoebe. her own
offspring, who was alluded to as the
most precious metals. "I suppose we'd
better have tbe publishing notice put
np In the frame before Sunday?
There'll be a great crowd ont that day,
rind at Thanlutglvlug service tbe next
"Cephas says be don't care how soon
folks bears the news, now all's set
tled." said his mother. "I guess lie's
kind of anxious that the village should
know Jest how little truth there Is In
the, goBtiiu 'boutjniin liLn' all opget
over Patience Baxter. He said they
took consid'able notice of him an'
Phoebe settin' together at the harvest
festival last evenin'. He thought tbe
Baxter girls would be there for cer
tain, but I s'pose Old Foxy wouldn't
let 'em go tip to tbe Mills in tbe even
in' nor spend a quarter on their tick
ets." "Mark could have incited Patty an'
paid for ber ticket. I should think, or
passed ber in free, for that matter,
when the Wilsons got np the enter
tainment; but. of course, the deacon
never allows his girls to go anywheres
with men folks.
"Not in public; so tbey meet 'em side
o the river or round the corner of
Bart's shop, or anywhere they can.
when the deacon's back's turned. If
you tied a handkerchief over Wait
still's eyes she could find her way
blindfold to Ivory Boynton's house,
but she's good as gold. Waitstiil Is.
She'll stay where her duty calls her
every time. If any misfortune or scan
dal should come near them two girls
the deacon will have nobody bat him
self to thank for It, that's one 'sure
"Young folks can't be young but
once." sighed Mrs. Day. "How'd you
like that Boston singer that the Wil
sons brought here. Abby? Walt a min
ute, is Cephas, or the deacon tendin
store this afternoon?"
"The deacon; Cephas Is palntin up
to the Mills."
"Well, Mark Wilson's horse an' bug
gy Is niennderin' slowly down Aunt
Betty Jack's hill, an' Mark is studyin"
the road as If he was lookin for a,
four leafed clover.
"He'll bitch at tbe tavern, or tbe
Edgewood store, an' wait his chance
to get a word with Patience." said
Aunt Abby. "He knows when she
takes milk to tbe Morrills', or butter
to the parsonage: also when she eats
an' drinks an' winks ber eye an' ketch
es her breath an' lifts her foot. Now
he's disappeared an" we'll wait.
Why. as to that Boston singer, I don't
know how high she went, but I guess
there wa'n't no higher to go!"
"It mnde me kind o' nervous," al
lowed Mrs. Day. "Folks said she sung
runs and trills better'n any woman up
"Runs an" trills," ejaculated Abby
scornfully. "1 was talkiu 'bout sing
in', not runnin". My niece. Ella, up to
Tarsonfield has taken three terms on
the pisinner. an' I've heerd her prac
tice. Scales has got to be done no
doubt, but they'd ought to be done to
home, where they belong. A concert
ain't no place for 'em. There: What
did I tell yer? Tatience Baxter's cross-
in' the bridge with a oall in ber band.
She's got that everlastln' yeller brown,
linsey-woolsey on an" a white 'cloud'
wrapped around her bead, with con
sid'able red hair showin', as usual.
You can always see ber fur's you cau
a sunrise. And there goes Kou uoyn
ton cbasin behind, as usual. Those
Baxter girls make a perfect fool o"
that boy. but I don't s'pose Lois Boyn
ton's got wit enough to make much
fuss over the poor little creeter!"
Mark Wilson could certainly see Tat
ty Baxter as far as be could see a sun
rise, although he was not intimately
acquainted with that natural phenome
non. He took a circuitous route from
his watch tower and. knowing well the
point from which there could be no
espionage from Deacon Baxter's store
windows. Joined Tatty In tbe road, took
the pail from her hand and walked up
the bill beside her. Of course the vil
lage could see tbem; but. as Aunt Ab
by had Intimated, there wasn't a man,
womau or child on either side of the
river who wouldn't have taken the
part of the Baxter girls against their
Meantime Feeble Thoebe Day was
driving her father's horse up to the
Mills to bring Cephas Cole home. It
was a thrilling moment, a sort of out
ward and visible sign of an Inward
and spiritual tie. for their banns were
to be published the next day.
It bad been an eventful autumn for
Cephas. After a third request for tbe
band of Miss Tatience Baxter and a
refusal of even more than common de
cision and energy, Cephas turned
about face and employed the entire
month of September in a determined
assault upon tbe affections of Miss
Lucy Morrill, but with no better avail.
Cephas belief in the holy stote of
matrimony as being the only one prop
er for a man really ought to have com
mended blm to the opposite (and un
grateful) sex more than it did. and
Lucy Morrill held as respectful an
opinion of tbe institution and Its mani-
fold advantages as Cephas himself,
but she was In a very unsettled frame
of mind and not at all susceptible to
wooing. She had a strong preference
for Philip Perry and held an opinion,
not altogether unfounded in human
experience, that In course of time,
when quite deserted by Patty Baxter,
his heart might possibly be caught on
the rebound. It was only a chance,
but Lucy would almost have preferred
remaining unmarried even to the with
ering age of twenty-Uve rather than
not be at liberty to accept Philip Perrj
In case she should be asked.
Cephas, therefore, by tbe middle of
October could be picturesquely and al-
liferatlvely described as being raw
from repeated rejections. His bruised
heart and his despised ell literally
cried out for the appreciation so long
and blindly withheld. Now all at once
Phoebe disclosed a second virtue, her
first and only one hitherto In the eyes
of Cephas baring been an ability to
get on with his mother a feat In
which many had made an effort and
few indeed had succeeded. Phoebe, It
seems, naa always secretly aamireu.
respected and loved Cephas Cole.
Never since her pale and somewhat
glassy bine eye had opened on life had
be beheld a being she could so adore
if encouraged in tbe attitude.
The moment this unusual and unex
pected poultice waa really applied to
Cephas' wounds tbey began to beat.
In the course of a month the most
ordinary obwerver could have perceived
a physical change In him. lie cringed
uo more, but held his head higher; bis
back straightened; his voice developed
gruff, assertive note like that vf a
stem Roman father; he let bis moa-
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tache grow and sometimes. In his most
reckless moments, twiddled the end
And then congratulations began to
pour In. Was ever marriage so for
tuitous? The Coles' farm joined that
of the Days, and the union between
the two only children would cement
the friendship between the families.
Tbe fact that Uncle Bart was a Joiner
Cephas a painter and Abel Pay a ma
son and bricklayer made the alliance
almost providential In its business op
portunities. Phoebe's Massachusetts
aunt sent a complete outfit of gilt
edged china, a clock and a mahogany
chamber set Aunt Abby relinquished
to the young couple a bedroom and a
spare chamber In the "main part."
while the Days supplied live geese
feathers and table and bed linen-with
positive prodigality. Aunt Abby trod
the air like one inspired. -
"If only I could 'a looked ahead,"
smiled TJncle Bart quizzically to him
self, "I'd 'a had thirteen sons and
daughters an' married oft one of 'era
every year. That would 'a made Ab
by's good temper kiud o" permanent."
Cephas was content too. There was
a good deal in being settled and hav
ing "the whole doggoned business" off
vonr hands. Phoebe looked a very
different creature to him In these lat-
ter days. Her eyes were Just as pale.
of course, but they were brighter, and ;
they radiated love for him. an expres- j
sion in the female eye that he nau
thus far been singularly unfortunate in
securing. She still held her mouth
slightly open, but Cephas thought that
it might be permissible, perhaps after
three months of wedded bliss, to re
quest her to be more careful in clos
Cephas did not think of Patty any
longer with bitterness In these days,
being of the opinion that she was pun
ished enough in observing his own
growing popularity and prosperity.
"If she should see that mahogany
chamber set going Into the ell I guess
she'd be glad enough to change her
tune, thought Cephas exultingly. and
then there suddenly shot through his
mind the passing fancy. "I wonder it
she would:" lie promptly banished
the infamous suggestion, however, rc
enforclng his virtue with the reflection
that the chamber set was Phoebe's
anyway, and the marriagy day ap
pointed and the Invitations given out
and the wedding cake being baked, a
loaf at a time, by his mother and Mrs.
As a matter of fact. Patty would
have had no eyes for Thoebe's magnlfi
cent mahogany, even bad the cart that
carried It passed her on the hill w here
she end Mark Wilson were walking
Her promise to marry him was a few
weeks old now. and his arm eucircled
her slender waist under the browu
homespun cape. Thnt lu Itself was a
new sensation and gave her the dell
clous sense of belonging to somebody
who valued her highly and assured her
f his sentiments clearly and frequent
ly, UoUj bj. wurd.and. deed. Life, dull
gray lite, wns going to change its hue
for her presently. :md not long after,
she hoped, for Waitstiil too.
The "publishing" of Cophns and his
third choice, their dull walk up the
aisle of the meeting house before an
admiring throng ou the Sunday when
Phoebe would "appear bride." all this
seemed very tame as compared with
the dreams of this ardent and adven
turous pair of lovers who had gone
about for days harboring secrets great
er and more daring, they thought, than
had ever been breathed before within
the hearing of Saco water.
To Be Continued Next Saturday.)
Noon Bandit Gets $2,000.
Minneapolis, Aug. 26 While 'a dozen
persons looked on, an armed bandit
held up an employe of a bakery com
pany here at noon yesterday, taking
$2,000, the weekly pay roll, dashed two
blocks to a waiting automobile and es
caped. AH the news all the time The Argus.
YOUNG & M'COMBS'
was the yield of WHEAT Lf
ion many farms inWent-1
1 t ) - ... toil I
some yields being re- I
ported u high u SO j
busbcW per acre. As I
high as 100 bushels
were recorded in f t
i some districts for
flHT. tMtmfulsl tor 1L 1
. "i 7 V" ir--
uaricy niu i.vui v W U -
fTT Dutneu lor luui.
J. Keys amvffl in trie cotm. fit ..rv-
liomi-stradcd. worked hard.
now the cwner or J20 acres
land, in r)13 had a crop of
' Bcrei. whirh will realize
- him about S4.O00. Hiswh.t
- r' i' T, .1- t : I i
- 9 stances xniKht be related of the
r , y r nomesteaucrs m iwanitoDst. as
The croD of 1913 was an abun-1
4 r I dant one everywhere in Western
!' ' I Canada.
Ask for descriothre literature and
reduced railway rates. Apply to
Superintendent of Immigration.
Ottawa. Canada, or
Canadian Government Ageat-
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