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more of the sights.

As we crossed 14th Street, I noticed one of the
sweetest faces, not young, and surely not old, above
which were some silver threads, indicative of
middle age.

This plainly attired lady was evidently country
bred, as she carried a small basket with the uncon-
scious air of familiarity.

By her side walked a young girl of rare beauty,
whose hair and eyes were dark as Erebus, and
whose complexion was as fair as any lily.

They were attempting to cross the busy street,
when the older lady, in endeavoring to hasten in
order to avoid being run over by an omnibus,
slipped and fell.

Of course, it was but the act of an instant of time
to spring to their assistance, which I did, and we
soon learned that she had sprained her ankle and
could not walk.

In spite of their modest protestations, 1 placed
them in my carriage, and drove them to their
liome, in a retired section, where I learned that
tlieir name was Horton, and that they had lived ou
a farm until recently, but wishing to give the
children a better education, thev' had sold their
place and moved into the suburbs, yet where they
could still keep a horse, a cow, and some hens.
Quite rural, you see.

At the unusual event of a carriage such as the
Mayor's stopping at the entrance to the cottage
grounds, Mr. Ilorton and the little ones of the
family at once appeared to learn the cause, and on
being fully informed, and Mrs. Horton being care-
fully attended to, I was about to, rather reluctantly,
take my leave, but they would not listen to it, and
I must stop to supper, which I protested against
openly, but secretly rejoiced at the opportunity of
becoming better aquainted with the lovely daughter.

Brietly then, I sent the carriage away, and
remained to partake of a delicious meal wliicli
included some very light cream biscuit, made by
the young lady herself, and the entire repast served
on some very rare old blue china, the center of the
table being decorated with some wild roses in an
old-fashioned vase.

I left early in the evening with many earnest
invitations to call again, and I (!an assure you I
availed myself of every opportimity to do so.

Ou such occasions we spent miu-h of our time
reading aloud, Longfellow perhaps, or some favorite
book 1 would bring with me.

In the autumn I asked her to marry me, as I
fondly hoped and believed that she loved me, but
my father opposed my marrying out of what he
considered my class, and futhermore, Grace sur-
prised me by declining.

Being pressed for a reason, she stated that she
would not marry until she had finished her educa-
tion. It was useless for me to urge that after we
were married we would go abroad that she might
have every opportunity to enlarge her knowledge,
and that when we returned with a fund of informa-
tion and her elegant gowns, she would be a belle,
for she only replied, "Harry, do not tempt me, for
my plans have always been for college, and I will
not marry until I can stand by my husband's side,
his equal, that he may not be ashamed of me."

" Y^es, my darling," I persisted, " but that will
take years, and how will you get the money to
defray the expenses ? "

Not at all disconcerted she was ready with her
answer :

"Mother and I planned that long ago. We
kept all the little bossies instead of selling them
and raised them on the place. We sold six cows
for S250.00, and we saved some of the butter and
berry money, and so, finally, we had accumulated
1500.00 for my purpose. They will give me my
board, for assistance that I can give, aiul so you
sec that it is all planned."

I could not help loving her more than ever for
her courage in deciding, as she did, between three
years of hard work, and the same time of travel
and pleasure.

In answer to my earnest question if she loved
me, and that I would try to deserve her love, she



said that she did love me, but that I must wait, so
I kissed her and went away.

Now my father was one of the okl school, stern
and decided, who insisted that when I married it
must be into a good family, so when I returned
home and told him of my experience, he blurted out :

" What, what ! Has that little pink and white
doll all that grit, and did she dare to refuse my
son? She did, did she! Well, blow me, if I
wouldn't like that girl for a daughter, and hang
me, if I don't go and tell her so myself." And I'm
blessed if he didn't go to New York, as I firmly
believe, solely to see her.

It was of no avail, however, although by some
magic he succeeded in getting permission to pay
her expenses at the seminary. He was her father-
in-law, he said, and was entitled to the privilege.

A little later on he heard her sing, and tasted
her cream biscuit, so after that it was a question
which of us loved her the more.

Well, puss, three years later Grace Horton
graduated, and was the valedictorian, and she was
your grandmother, and now you have the story.

" Yes, but grandfather, you were never intro-
duced to grandmother yourself."

By jove, that's a fact ! Now run along, you
mischief, and, here, wait a minute — let's see the
young man. Kate Lee.


Are they forgotten, vague lies the shore,
Waves lap around them, behind and liefore.
Mists hide the outline and fog blurs the beaches,
Drifting and circling where thought dimly reaches.

Are they forgotten, shadowed, remote.
There falls a moonbeam athwart a white boat,
There's a faint outline, the figure, the faces.
Are they forgotten, these dream-haunted places.

Slowly the clouds lift, or is it mirage.

Guiding the heart to its old pilgrimage.

Memory upgathers the gold from her net,

And the present seems dull to the isles we forget !


The Music Hall on Saturday evening, August
20th, was crowded with the guests of the hotels to
witness the coming of the white procession. At
nine-thirty, twenty couples clad in white sheets
and pillow cases marched into the dimly lighted
hall, while the Kuntz Orchestra played " Tiie
Indian War Dance," by Bellstedt. The eflect was
most weird with all of the lights turned off, except-
ing those near the orchestra.

After the march, tiie lights came on in full, and
the young people danced the hmeiers. Then followed
the two-step, and after this, the young people
unmasked amid great applause from the audience.

The first to unmask were Mr. Harry Fay and
Mr. George Elkins, which was a delightful sur-
prise to the young people as well as audience.

Great credit is due Mrs. Johnson for tlie
charming way in which she managed the affair.

The march was led by Mr. William Chick and
Miss Constant Johnson, both wearing black masks,
while the rest wore white.

They were followed by :

Mr. George Elkins, Jr.,

Mr. Van Voorhees

Mr. R. .Tackson

Mr. Huffman

Mr. Ingalls

Mr. Fay

Mr. Meacham

Mr. Pettit

Mr. Vose

Mr. Lockwood

Mr. Wickwire

Mr. Bourdon

Mr. Lindsay

Mr. C. Palmer

Mr. A. Palmer

Mr. M. Fay

Miss Clara Fay

Mr. Hobart

Mr. Hart

Miss Ayers.
Miss Lockwood.
Miss Higbie.
Miss H. Ballard.
Miss Briggs.
Miss M. Peter.son.
Miss Loveman.
Miss Lindsay.
Miss Barnes.
Miss L'Engle.
Miss Kinsey.
Miss Taylor.
Miss Converse.
Miss F. Peterson.
Miss Shaw.
Mr. Elkins.
Miss Arnold.
Miss Chick.
Miss Pettit.

After the jolliest of all dances, the Virginia
reel, the young people marched to the dining-hall,
where an excellent supper was served. The table
was artistically decorated with ferns and pink
sweet peas.


Carpetings - I?ugs — Upholstery


JOi H. PBjlY & SOUS CO., 646-658 WasHioglOQ St., BOSlOII, PlaSS.





rARKMAN in his intensely' interesting book,
Tlie Orejjon Trail, relates events occurring
about tifty-eight years ago, when the OgillaU
lahs, Dalikotas, Arapaiioes, Snakes, and other
Indian tribes were the masters of all the irreat
western plains, and they were still using bows and

are big, the mountaitis are big, the chasms, and, in
fact, everything you can raeution but the oysters.

Clear Creek canyon begins about at Silver
Plume, and there you are about ten thousand feet
up in the air, but that is trifling, for Gray's Peak
still looks down on you with a frown, Iroin an alti-
tude almost as much higher as the total height of
Mt. Washington from the sea level.


arrows, and tlie plains were alive with buH'alo from
whose skins they made their lodges.

He graphically describes the canyons and the
rugged graiideHr of the mountains, so that to-day
as you are whirled along the base of gigantic cliffs
in a train of cars, where he and his Indian friends
found it difficult to pass on horseback, the marvel-
lous ingenuity of man and the wonders of creation
are forcibly brought to mind.

Take as an example the Georgetown Loop line
up the Clear Creek canyon in Colorado, where for
four hours you are playing ladies' grand chain with
yourself, and where, for a great portion of the dis-
tance, a giant could toss a boulder from the
mountain tops into your lap, were he so disposed,
and were the giant there to do it.

When you deal with the west, you deal with
big things ; all aces as it were, with the right and
left bower always at your command. The plains

.Just above Georgetown on this trip is a mar-
vellous piece of engineering, known as the Loop,
similar to the Tehachipe Loop in California, but
instead of circling around a mountain top, it twines
around a saucer-like depression, through which
Clear Creek flows far below. This is one of the
things not to be missed when visiting Denver.

Another feat of engineering is the railroad on
Mt. Tamalpais, near San PVancisco, and much
more diversified, less dangerous, and even more
beautiful than the Mt. Lowe trip near Pasadena.

This Tamalpais trip takes you across the mag-
nificetit bay, and from Sausalito to Mill Valley is
one continuous delight, while from there onward
and upward it is beyond description. For a length
of over eight miles and 281 curves it claims the dis-
tinction of being thecrookedest railroad in the world.

The engine, placed at the rear of the train, is
called a "Booster" and at the place called the



"Double Bow Knot," if the train were long
enough, and a knife were large enough, the train
could be cut in ten pieces with one stroke of the

Snapping the whip of boyhood memories,
wasn't a circumstance to it, not even when the
schoolmaster snapped it, and my schoolmaster
when I was a boy didn't have a snap either. He
was kept busy and earned his boarding 'round.

These United States are full of side trips.
You think you visit such and such a spot and see
what there is to be seen there, but after a day or
two the side trips begin to loom up out of the fog
of time-tables, and each one is finer than the other.


until you find your spinal curvature twisted, and
your head on a pivot like a parrot's. You have
looked up cliffs, mountains, monuments and
records ; and down chasms, valleys and menus.

Five miles from Santa Cruz in California is a
grove of big trees. Are tliey worth seeing, you ask.

If you have only seen our pines, three to five
feet in diameter, or our large elms of perhaps six
feet, and think a tree like the one in our illustra-
tion, inside which Admiral Beardsley and fifty
men, stood without asking, "Who are you shov-
ing?" is worth seeing; then it is, and I would see
them if I were you.

What is the use of going into detail about a
thing so large, and so old that it has no competitors.

When a tree loses seventy-five feet off its top,
and still holds up three hundred and six more feet
in the air, it may be considered a feature of the
landscape which only a centipede can compete
with, and when one bunch or group of trees spring-
ing from one root numbers twenty-two, with a
circumference of one hundred and ten feet, one of
which trees is three hundred feet tall, then — but
what's the use? Go back to San Francisco, and
take the elevator out to the Golden Gate Park, and

rest your eyes on the Dore Vase in front of the
museum there.

Oh, no, I don't propose to give its dimensions
after those trees, for it is like the bushel of spinach
greens a French market gardener in Florida
wanted to sell us for two people, because, he said,
" they shreenk."

hiiue: VAsi: in

I do not know its history, and I am not going
to say it was made in Connecticut instead of Paris,
for I once saw a gentleman point to another's hat
and remark that no Englishman ever wore a hat
like that, when to his surprise the stranger said,
" Hi bought that 'at in Lunuon."



It is profusely adorned with shameless bac-
chantes and whole nurseries of cherubs, all in full
relief, and they cling to the side of that vase like
Imrrs to a dog, in mortal dread of the souvenir
liunter. To calm their fears, and in answer to a
round robin, a fence was built around them one
dav, since which time their bronzed limbs have

never kicked.

Frank Carlos Griffith.


The children of the Poland Spring House gave
a fair on Friday afternoon, August 19lh, for the
benefit of the Hill-Side Sunday-school of South
Poland. The tables were arranged in the Music
Hall, which was beautifully decorated with yellow
flowers, palms and ferns.

On the left, as one entered the room, was the
fancy work table whicli contained some choice
articles and was graced by Miss Louise P>lkins,
Miss Catherine Shaw, Miss Evelyn Huffman,
Miss Helen Johnson and Miss Ethel Campbell.

Next to this was a most attractive one, known
as the Japanese fancy candy table. Master George
Rose had charge of this table and in a short time
all of his candy was sold.

The pop-corn table was presided over by Mas-
ter Johnfrietz Achelis and Master Charles Ricker.

The flower table, which was at the end of the
hall, looked like a huge bouquet of sweet peas,
asters and nasturtiums. Miss Eleanor Lindsay,
Miss Mildred Lindsay, Miss Gladys Campbell,
Miss Marion Ricker, Miss Jennie Cooper and Miss
Mary Ricker graced this table.

The grab-box was in the center of the hall and
Master Howard Holton and Master Rumsey Green
had charge of this.

At the apple table Master James Ricker told
you the price of his nice red apples.

Master George Theodore Achelis had charge of
the doll and each person guessed the young lady's
name. It was Martha, and Mrs. Young won the

The candy table was on the right of the hall
and here Master Davis Pearson, Master John
Chadbourne, Master E. P. Ricker, Jr., and Mas-
ter Lee Graves told one what delicious candy they
had for sale. After visiting this table one was
ready for the lemonade \yhich was just beyond.

This was artistically decorated with yellow
flowers and ferns. Master John Holton, Master
Chester Palmer and Master William Flather had
ciiarge of this.

Miss Johnson was busy with the silhouette
booth and her silhouettes were most attractive.

Master Dexter Marsh was the poster bearer
for the grab-box, and when one did not read the

poster, one heard his voice calling, "Visit the

The pages were Master Frank Huffman and
Master Wallace .Jolinson.

The children made at the fair S205. With tlie
collection of S37, which Rev. Dr. Lewis had taken
at the service on Sunday, August 21st, the amount
for the benefit of the Hill-Side Sunday -sciiool is
$242. This sum has been placed where it will
earn five per cent, interest. Last year the Poland
Spring children made, for the same cause, at their
fair, $87.26. This money was used for the
Christmas tree.

It may be of interest to some of the readers of
thi« article to know the history of this Sunday-
school. It was organized by Miss Sarah L. Ricker
in the autumn of 1895 and was first held in the
parlors of tlie Mansion House, wMth an attendance
of twenty-two scholars and five teachers. The
attendance now is forty, and last Christmas eighty
children were remembered at the Christmas tree.
This included the babies and little children, wiio
are too young to attend the Sunday-school.

Each child received from the Sunday-school a
gift. Through the kindness of Rev. Dr. Lewis
and Mrs. Lewis and Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Sawyer,
who sent boxes filled with gifts, the children were
given a second present. Beside the two gifts each
child had an orange, a box of candy, ice-cream
and cake. The Christmas tree was placed in the
dining-room of the Mansion House.

Mr. George Keep is much interested in the
Sunday-school and two years ago gave to each
child, who learned the 23d Psalm, a Bible. He
gave in all over fifty Bibles. Since the founding
of this school two dear scholars have died. Master
Henry Thone and Master Clarence Spear. Alany
of the children walk two and three miles to be
present at this Sunday-school, wliich is now held
in the Town School-House, just below the Mansion
House. The first year a parishioner of Rev. G. G.
Hamilton of Everett, Mass., whose daughter had
died, sent as a gift twenty-five of her daughter's
books. This formed the nucleus of the present
library, which has increased each year. Through
the kindness of Mr. Crosby S. Noyes, who gave
twenty-five dollars last year for the benefit of the
library. Miss Ricker was enabled to buy new books
and re-catalogue them. There are now 267 books
and many of the books are suitable for older people
and are taken out by the parents of the children.
Mr. Noyes has this year again remembered the
library with the same generous sum.

This spring the children had a May Party on
the lawn of the Mansion House, and in June they
all went to Rivcrton, near Portland, Maine, for
their picnic. Mr. Boothby, General Passenger
Agent of the Maine Central, sent an extra day



coach, so the children had a private car. Mr. Smitli,
who is manager at Riverton, did all that he could
to make the day pleasant for them. Some of these
children had never been on a train and had never
seen an electric car. The mothers were all invited,
and when they reached home some of them said to
Miss Ricker, "Tlie children have had a happy day
and the mothers have had equally as happy." Some
of the money that was contributed on Friday will
be used for tlie Christmas tree this year.

In behalf of the Sunday-school, Miss Ricker,
the superintendent, wishes to thank, through the
columns of The Hill-Top, the Poland Spring
House children and all who were interested in
getting up the fair and making it such a success.


There are three trains leaving Boston daily for
St. Louis and other points West that are not
excelled in equipment or character of service in all
New England.

The " St. Louis and Chicago Special," via Lake
Shore, leaving Boston 10.45 a.m., due Chicago
next day at noon, St. Louis 5 p.m., carries Buftet,
Smoking and Library Car, equipped with Bath-
Room, Barber Shop and Booklovers' Library ;
Pullman Drawing- Room Sleepers, and affords
unexcelled Dining Car service en route.

The "North Shore Limited," via Michigan
Central (Niagara Falls Route), leaving Boston
2 P.M., due Chicago 3 o'clock next day, St. Louis
9.45 P.M , is similarly equipped, and service is of
the same high order. It depends only on the hour
one wishes to leave or arrive, as to which is the
better service.

The "Pacific Express" leaves 8.00 p.m. daily,
due St. Louis 7.10 ; Chicago 7. .30, second morning,
with but one change of Sleepers, viz., at Buffalo at
noon. Dining Cars en route.

The route from Boston is over the Boston &
Albany Railroad through the picturesque Berkshire
Hills district, thence over the New York Central
through the famous Mohawk Valley.

For descriptive literature, call on or address
J. L. White, 366 Washington Street, Boston.
A. S. Hanson, General Passenger Agent, Boston.

Mrs. G. F. S. Leighton of Franklin, and Mrs.
G. A. Bingham of Hartford, were among the arri-
vals on August 20th.

Mrs. A. M. Tucker, Miss R. M. Tucker of
Lexington, Mass., and Miss Mabel G. Wetlierbee
of New York were at the Mansion House for a
brief stay.


Mr. George Keep of the Mansion House has
been most successful this summer in his fishing
from the Middle Lake at Poland Spring. From
June 7th to August 22d he has caught 65 black

On Monday morning, July 11th, he caught 11
bass weighing 25 lbs. On August 3d, he caught,
after three hours fishing, 7 bass weighing 16 lbs. ;

1 weighed 4 lbs.; 1, 3 1-2 lbs.; and 1 weighed

2 1-2 lbs. Mr. Keep's four pound bass is the largest
one caught this season.

These fish were photographed by Mr. Bourdon
of the Notman Company, and the cut was made by
the Lakeside Press.

At no time has Mr. Keep spent more than three
hours fishing.

On Friday, August 19th, he caught 3 bass
weighing 10 1-2 lbs. One weighed 4 lbs. and one

3 1-4 lbs. The four pound bass Mr. Keep has
sent to Portland to have mounted.

As soon as he receives it, he will place it on
exhibition at the Mansion House.

Mr. Arthur E. Marsh of Springfield, Jlass.,
spent Sunday at the Mansion House. He left on
Monday for the Ricker Camp on Mooselucmaguntic

Dr. and Mrs. Harry H. Weist of Richmond,
Ind., are the guests of Col. Ciliey at tiie Poland
Spring House. Mrs. Weist is Col. Cilley's

Change your rings and think to buy a book of
views, Poland Spring and About There ; 50 cents,
at news stand or library.




Tlie strain of the final lialf hour was over, the
hist belated " copy" had been rushed down to the
printer and the nervous tension in the editorial
room relaxed into peace.

All at once the sound of a horse, hard-riddeu,
came in through the open window. The hoof-beats
stopped suddenly, just outside, and the ne.\t minute
our old friend Jack McMahon strode into the
sanctum. His face bore traces of extreme worry,
and we could see that the weight of some great
responsiblity, or perhaps gastronomic indulgence,
sat heavily upon him. " Have they i)assed here?"
he gasped, " I lost them on Shaker Hill." Seeing
that something important was afoot, we sent our
best reporter who brought back the following bit of

There were just twenty-two in the party Mon-
day even. Eight enjoyed a fine ride in Mr.
Hobart's automobiles, two chose to go in a run-
about (why?) and a dozen went on horseback.
At4.15 theautos started and shortly after the horses
and riders were arranged in an attractive group
and asked to " smile, please." All complied except
Sampson, w-ho refused to look pleasant for his

After this ceremony all started on a gallop for
Dry Mills. According to Jack, Bedelia had too
much Ginger and left the General so far behind
that he got sick on Taify and the Admiral had to
liejp liim out. Terra Cotta set such a mile a
minute pace that his rider was in danger of landing
on terra firma.

Upon reaching Dry Mills Mr. Ricker, as usual,
had one of his fine suppers waiting for the hungry
ones, and how they did eat.

One tall fellow said he had put away a whole
plate of sandwiches ; another, after everyone else
had finished, downed three cups of cofl^ee and three
eggs (too bad.). Eggs were not enough for Chick
and he finislied with bananas and marshmallows.

About this time Lindsay attracted ail eyes by
his grand display of hosiery.

After supper all enjoyed strolling through the
tall timbers two-to-two. Two twosers found a boat
tied to the bank and the rest amused themselves
witli a strength-testing machine. There proved to
be one strong man in the party, and really Fay's
face was a wonder as he tried to beat his own

There was also a bowling alley, but no good
scores were recorded, the stones used not serving
as well as balls.

Strains of music floating through the air soon
recalled most of the party to the open pavilion.
The orchestra was fine. The leader was a typical
country fiddler who called out the figures and taught

some of the knowing ones how little they knew
about dancing. After the Portland Fancy came the
Virginia Reel, and last of all, the pri/.e cake-walk.
Mr. McMahon led off by showing how it should be
done and there never was one who could do so many
pretty and graceful steps as he. All chose partners
and did their best to win, the result l)eing a tie
between Mr. Hufl^mau and his partner. Miss John-
son, and Mr. Voorhees and Miss Kinsey. In the

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