Beworaiftpan.
Bellefonte, Pa. August 7, 1914.
The Story of Waitstill Baxter |
[Continued from page 6, Col. 4] |
nod, just a “How d’ye do. Mark? Did |
you have a good time in Boston?" :
Patty and Waitstill, with some of |
the girls who had come long distances. |
ate their luncheon in a shady place un- |
der the trees behind the meeting
house, for there was an afternoon serv-
ice to come. a service with another
long sermon. They separated after the
modest meal to walk about the com-
mon or stray along the road to the
academy, where there was a tine view.
Two or three times during the sum-
mer the sisters always went quietly
and alone to the Baxter’ burying lot.
where three grass grown graves lay
beside one another, unmarked save by
narrow wooden slabs. so short that the
initials painted on them were almost
hidden by the tufts of clover. The
girls had brought roots of pansies and
sweet alyssum and with a knife made
holes in the earth and planted them
here and there to make the spot a trifle
less forbidding. They did not speak
to each other during this sacred little
ceremony. Their hearts were too full
when they remembered afresh the ab-
sence of headstones. the lack of care,
in the place where the three women
lay who had ministered to their father,
borne him children and patiently en-
dured his arbitrary and loveless rule.
Even Cleve Flanders’ grave—the Edge-
wood shoemaker, who lay next—even
his resting place was marked and. with
a touch of some one’s imagination.
marked by the old man’s own lap-
stone, twenty-five pounds in weight, a
monument of his workaday life.
Waitstill rose from her feet, brush- |
ing the earth from her hands, and Pat- |
ty did the same. The churchyard was |
quiet, and they were alone with the
dead, mourned and unmourned, loved
and unloved.
“l planted one or two pansies on
the first one’s grave.” said Waitstill |
soberly. “1 don't know why we've
never done it before. There are no
children to take notice of and remem-
ber her; it's the least we can do, and.
after all, she belongs to the family.”
“There is no family and there never
was.”' suddenly cried Patty. “Oh. !
Waity, Waity, we are so alone, you!
and I! We've only each other in all
the world, and I'm not the least bit of
help to you as you are to me! I'm a |
silly, vain, conceited, ill behaved thing. |
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“Oh, Waity, Waity, we are so alone.”
but I will be better, I will! You won't
ever give me up, will you, Waity, even
if I'm not like you? [I haven't been
good lately!"
“Hush, Patty, hush!" And Waitstill
came nearer to her sister with a moth-
erly touch of her hand. ‘I'll not have
you say such things: you are the help-
fullest and the lovingest girl that ever
was, and the cleverest, too, and the
liveliest and the best company keeper.”
“No one thinks so but you,” Patty
responded dolefully, although she
wiped her eyes as if a bit consoled.
It is safe to say that Patty would
never have given Mark Wilson a sec-
ond thought had he not taken her to
drive on that afternoon in early May.
The drive, too. would have quickly fled
from her somewhat fickle memory had
it not heen for the kiss. The kiss was
indeed a decisive factor in the situa-
tion and had shed a rosy, if somewhat
fictitious light of romance over the
past three weeks. Perhaps even the
kiss, had it never been repeated, might
have lapsed into its true perspective
in due course of time had it not been
for the sudden appearance of the stran-
ger in the Wilson pew. The moment
that Patty's gaze fell upon that fash-
ionably dressed, instantaneously dis-
liked girl, Marquis Wilson's stock rose
twenty points in the market. She
ceased in a jiffy to weigh and consider
and criticise the young man, but re-
garded him with wholly new eyes.
His figure was better than she had
realized, his smile more interesting,
his manners more attractive; his eye-
lashes longer; in a word, he had sud-
denly grown desirable. A month ago
she could have observed with idle and
alien curiosity the spectacle of his
thumb drawing nearer to another (fem-
inine) thumb on the page of the “Watts
and Select Hymn Book.” Now, at the
morning service, she had wished noth-
« beauty “unladylike.”
ing so much as to*put Mark’s thumb
back into his pocket where it belonged
and slap the girl’s thumb smartly and
soundly as it deserved.
The ignorant cause of Patty’s dis-
tress was a certain Annabel Franklin,
the daughter of a cousin of Mrs. Wil-
son’s, Mark had stayed at the Frank-
lin house during his three weeks’ visit
in Boston, where he had gone on busi-
ness for his father. The young people
had naturally seen much of each other
and Mark's inflammable faney had
been so kindled by Annabel’s doll-like
charms that he had persuaded her to
accompany him to his home and get a
taste of country life in Maine. Such
is man, such is human nature and such
is life, that Mark had no sooner got the
whilom object of his affections under
his own roof than she began to pall.
Annabel was twenty-three, and, to
tell the truth, she had palled before
more than once. She was so amiable,
so well finished—with her smooth flax-
en hair, her neat nose. her buttonhole
of a mouth and her trig shape—that
she appealed to the cpposite sex quite
generally and irresistibly as a worthy
helpmate. The only trouble was that
she began to bore her suitors somewhat
too early in the game, and they nev-
er got far enough to propose marriage.
Flaws in her apparent perfection ap-
peared from day to day and chilled
the growth of the various young loves
that had budded so auspiciously. She
always agreed with everybody and ev-
erything in sight, even to the point of
changing her mind on the instant if
circumstances seemed to make it ad-
visable. Her instinctive point of view.
when she went so far as to hold one.
was somewhat cut and dried—in a
word, priggish. Her rather had an
ample fortune, and some one would in-
evitably turn up who would, regard
Annabel as an altogether worthy and
desirable spouse. That was what she
had seemed to Mark Wilson for a full
week before he left the Franklin
house in Boston. but there were mo-
ments now when Je regretted, fugi-
tively, that he had ever removed her
from her proper sphere. She did not
seem to fit into the conditions of life
in Edgewood. and it may even be that
her most glaring fault had been to de-
scribe Patty Baxter's hair at this very
Sunday dinner as ‘‘carroty,” her dress
altogether “dreadful’” and her style of
Ellen Wilson's
feelings were somewhat injured by
these criticisms of her intimate friend.
and, in discussing the matter privately
with her brother. he was inclined to
agree with her. .
And thus, so little do we know of the
prankishness of the blind god, thus
was Annabel Franklin working for her
rival's best interests, and. instead of
reviling her in secret and treating her
with disdain in public, Patty should
have welcomed her cordially to all the
delights of Riverboro society.
CHAPTER XI.
Haying Time.
FE ERYBODY in Riverboro, Edge-
wood, Milliken's Mills, Spruce
Swamp, Duck Pond and Mod-
eration was “haying.” There
wus a perfect frenzy of haying, for it
| was the Monday after the Fourth, the
precise date in July when the Maine
farmer said goodby to repose and
“hayed” desperately and unceasingly
until every spear of green in his sec-
tion was mowed down and safely un-
der cover.
If a man had grass of his own he
cut it, and if he had none he assisted
in cutting that of some other man, for
“to hay,” although an unconventional
verb, was, and still is, a very active
one and in common circulation, al-
though not used by the grammarians.
Whatever your trade and whatever
your profession, it counted as naught
in good weather. The fish man step-
ped selling fish. the meat man ceased
to bring meat, the cobbler as well as
the judge forsook the bench, and even
the doctor made fewer visits than
usual. The wage for work in the hay-
fields was a high one, and every man.
boy and horse in a village was pressed
into service.
When Ivory Boynton had finished
with his own small crop he commonly
went at once to Lawyer Wilson, who
had the largest acreage of hay land in
the township. Ivory was always in
great demand, for he was a mighty
worker in the field and a very giant at
“pitching,” being able to pick up a
fair sized haycock at one stroke of
the fork and fling it on to the cart as
if it were a feather.
Lawyer Wilson always took a hand
himself if signs of rain appeared. and
Mark occasionally visited the scene of
action when a crowd in the field made
a general jollification or when there
was an impending thunderstorm.
In such cuses even women and girls
joined the workers and all hands bent
together to the task of getting a load
into the barn and covering the rest.
Deacon Baxter was wont to call
Mark Wilson a “worthless, whey faced,
lily handed whelp,” but the descrip-
tion, though picturesque, was decided-
ly exaggerated. Mark disliked manual
labor; but, having imbibed enough
knowledge of law in his father’s office
to be an excellent clerk. he much pre-
ferred traveling about, settling the de-
tails of small cases, collecting rents
and bad bills, to any form of work on
a farm. This sort of life, on stage-
coaches and railway trains or on long
driving trips with his own fast “trot-
ter,” suited his adventurous disposi-
tion and gave him a sense of impor-
tance that was very necessary to his
peace of mind. He was not especially
intimate with Ivory Boynton, who
studied law with his father during all
vacations and in every available hour
of leisure during term time, as did
many another young New England
schoolmaster.
Mark’s father’s praise of Ivory’s
|
legal ability was a little too warm to
please his son, as was the commenda- |
tion of one of the county court judges
on Ivory’s preparation of a brief in a
certain case in the Wilson office.
Ivory bad drawn it up at Mr. Wilson's
request merely to show how far he un-
derstood the books and cases he was
studying, and he had no idea that it
differed in any way from the work of
any other student. All the same,
Mark’s own efforts in a like direction
had never received any special men-
powers to run low. To prevent this re-
quires something more than a stimulant.
It requires a medicine which will increase
the appetite, give the stomach power to
convert the food eaten into nourishment,
and increase the quantity and quality of
the blood. Such a medicine is Dr.
Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery. It
strengthens the stomach and organs of
digestion and nutrition, purifies the blood
and increases the action of the blood-
making glands. It is a strength-giving,
body-building medicine without an equal.
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How much do I know about myself?
Such, 2 question honestly asked and
answered would show at once the need
of a medical work such as Dr. Pierce’s
Medical Adviser. Itis a book dealing
with the plain facts of physiology, hy-
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and is sent free on receipt of stamps to
pay expense of mailing only. Send 21
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or 31 stamps for cloth binding. Address
Dr. V. M. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.
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tion.
When he was in the hayfield he also
kept as far as possible from Ivory, be-
cause there, too, he felt a superiority
that made him for the moment a trifle
disconcerted. It was no particular
pleasure for him to see Ivory plunge
his fork deep into the heart of a hay-
cock, take a firm grasp of the handle,
thrust forward his foot to steady him-
self and then raise the great fragrant |
heap slowly and swing it up to the
waiting hay cart amid the applause of
the crowd.
Rodman would be there, too. helping
the man on top of the load and getting
nearly buried each time as the mass
descended upon him. but doing his
slender best to distribute and tread it
down properly, while his young heart
glowed with pride at Cousin Ivory’s |
prowess.
Medical.
Don’t Wait
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When the back begins to ache,
Don’t wait until backache becomes
chronic;
"Till kidney trouble develops; Cais
*Till urinary troubles destroy night’s
rest. 0
Profit by a Bellefonte citizen's experi-
ence.
Mrs. Mattie Evey, 60 Pine St., Belle
fonte, says: ‘Off and on for years I suf-
fered from kidney trouble. My back was
stiff and soreand I had pain across my
loins. Ihad a dull, heavy feeling in my
head and black spots often floated before
my eyes. Dizzy spells were common and
1 usually felt languid. Doan’s Kidney
Pills were the only remedy I ever took
that did me any good. Others of the fam-
ily have taken Doan’s Kidney Pills and
have had as quick relief as I. 2
Price 50c, at all dealers. Don’t simply
ask for a kidney remedy—get Doan’s Kid-
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50-31
[Continued next week. ]
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The old fable of the grasshopper who
sang and danced through the summer
and starved in the winter is only a para-
ble of life. If we would have strength
in old age we must store it in the sum-
mer of life. It is important that men in
middle age should not allow the vital
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Cannon That Modernized Japan
By HERBERT KAUFMAN
Author of “Do Something! Be Something!”
USINESS is no longer a man to man contact, in which the
seller and the buyer establish a personal bond, any more than
battle is a hand-tc-hand grapple wherein bone and muscle and
sinew decide the outcome. Trade as well as war has changed aspect
—both are now fought at long range.
Just as a present-day army of heroes would have no opportumty
to display the individual valor of its members, just so a merchant
who counts upon his direct acquaintanceship for success, is a relic
of the past—a business dodo.
Japan changed her policy of exclusion to foreigners, after a fleet
of warships battered down the Satsuma fortifications. The Samurai,
who had hitherto considered their blades and bows efficient, dis-
covered that one cannon was mightier than all the swords in creation
—if they could not get near enough to use them. Japan profited by
the lesson. She did not wait until further ramparts were pounded to
pieces but was satisfied with her one experience and proceeded to
modernize her methods.
The merchant who doesn’t advertise is pretty much in the
same position as that in which Japan stood when her eyes were
opened to the fact that times had changed. The long range publicity
of a competitor will as surely destroy his business as the cannon of
the foreigners crumblec the walls of Satsuma. Unless you take the
lesson to heart, unless you realize the importance of advertising, not
only as a means of extending your business but for defending it as
well, you must be prepared to face the consequences of a folly as
great as that of a duelist who expects to survive in a contest in which
his adversary bears a sword twice the length of his own.
Don’t think that it’s too late to begin because there are so many
stores which have had the advantage of years of cumulative adver-
tising. The town is growing. It will grow even more next year.
It needs increased trading facilities just as it’s hungry for new
neighborhoods.
Newspaper advertising has reduced the value of being locally
prominent, and five cent street car fares have cut out the advantage
of being “around the corner.” A store five miles away, can reach
through the columns of the newspaper and draw your next door
neighbor to its aisles, while you sit by and see the people on your
own block enticed away, without your being able to retaliate or
secure new customers to take their place.
It is not a question of your ability to stand the cost of advertis-
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consider is not only an extension of your business but of holding
what you already have.
Advertising is an investment, the cost of which is in the same
proportion co its returns as seeds are to the harvest. And it is just
as preposterous for you to consider publicity as an expense, as it
would be for a farmer to hesitate over purchasing a fertilizer, if he
discovered that he could profitably increase his crops by employ-
ing it. :
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STRAW HATS
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Panama Hats
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Also agent for Chalmers Cars.