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THE CHEER MASTER
By George Elmer Cobb.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"We've missed it! We're nothing
)ut a way-back settlement now."
Thus said Jared Bross of the board
of trustees of the neat, picturesque,
but isolated town of Hopeville.
"You mean the railroad has missed
as," corrected Phillip Dawes, presi
dent of this same board of trustees.
"Well, gentlemen, that shall not pre-
"Trying to Get a Railroad Into Hopeville?"
vent Hopeville continuing to do itself
proud, I trust, as a model village
without a blemish."
Very proud of the community he
had helped build up was Phillip
Dawes, and he spoke' with enthus
iasm. He had always predicted great
things in store for Hopeville. Never
a village of fairer location and en
vironment. A rare trout stream
bounded one of its limits, a dream of
a lake bounded another. There were
hills, dales and lovely undulating
meadows, a thrifty farming commun
ity surrounding, and the town peo
ple ideal, morally, socially and as to
their municipal harmony.
"Some day Hopeville will forge to
the front," was his optimistic slogan
"some day values will go up, and
each man come into his own."
When the new railroad was talked
of old residents began to boost their
acres and town lots as to the values.
Enormous fortunes were figured out.
In fancy they saw a busy traffic,
crowds of summer visitors, picknick
ers from the city, scattered farm
trade centered at the new shipping
point. Hopes rose high, then they
were correspondingly depressed, for
the railroad made a detour, and By
ron, quite a busy little city eight
miles distant, was made the terminus
of the new branch line railway.
"Wish I'd settled there as I intend
ed to ten years ago!" grumbled dis
loyal and disagreeable Jared Bross.
"There's some go to Byron. I don't
care if they do encourage a riff-raff
crowd stir and sensation bring in
the dollars, don't they?"
"But we don't want the dollars that
way," insisted Dawes. "We go in for
schools, and rational amusements,
and clean, healthy children. Do you
ever find any riotous crowds in Hope
ville? No, sir!"
Bross had a strong personal reason
for being disgruntled with Hopeville.
He was a man of some means and his
son, Bradley, had married a poor
humble girl. The old man had railed
at the secret match, and had prompt
ly discarded his disobedient son.
Nellie Horton, whom Bradley had
married, was an orphan, but her par
ents had left her a small farm just
out of town. It was a poor place;
however, situated near a sterile ra
vine, soil not fertile, and affording a
"That boy will rue the day he dis
regarded my advice!" the elder Bross
had said one day to Dawes,