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of in vou and 21, for to to to to to to to to to to to to to to to to or 8 THE VERMONT BRATTLEBORO, FRIDAY, "But the association, sir. E's carded to ride. I saw it posted all over, 'SELTZER an' four of the evenin' papers tips Seltzer for a winner, an' two more tips 'er for second "I'll be able to fix that all right yet tonight. I'm on the way now. I shall depend on you, Billy.

You'll do your best for me, won't you?" "Indeed I will, sir, an' I'll ask Seltzer to do 'er best too, sir." "All I trust you, remember. Now you see me until after the race. Mr. Yorke will understand and take care of you about your colors and all that. These are the only instructions for you to rethen if you are well up among the member: Let her go for the first hold her in a bit until you round into the stretch, and then push her to win.

Do understand?" "Yes, sir." And now they are away. At the first turn it is Rainbow, Max O'Rell, David, Seltzer, with the field bunched close behind. Billy drew a poor position for the start, but he has pushed Seltzer for the pole at the turn in an almost miraculous way. He is lying close over the mare's and is talking to her eagerly: "Run, darlin', run. We've got to win.

We've jest got to. Dad's watchin' us, you know. Go! Hi! Hi! The mare seems to understand, for she almost flies. Past David, past Max O'Rell, past Rainbow, a length ahead as the quarter pole flashes Now, little by little, the mare drops back again. Billy is following instructions.

It's taking big chances, he thinks, in his secret soul, to do it. It wouldn't be his way; but it's what Mr. Burnett said. The terrible pace is beginning to affect the temporary leaders. Max O'Rell and Rainbow are being out-footed by the rushing David.

Now he is ahead, and Rainbow and Max O' Rell and Seltzer are abreast close behind. But Billy has taken advantage of the momentary lead to snatch the pole, and is close behind the leader. Now they are near the last turn. Rainbow and Max O'Rell are beginning to pound heavily and are dropping farther and farther back. But what black nose is this which has come up close to Seltzer's flank? Billy glances around.

Wonder of wonders, it is Mortality--a rank outsider. It looks as though there was to be a surprise-party. Inch by inch the new-comer is gaining. How Billy longs to get into the homestretch. so that he can push the mare a bit! Mortality is coming on like a whirlwind.

David is close ahead. Seltzer will be in a pocket in another dozen yards, with too short a distance left to gO round on the outside, keep up the pace, and have an even show at the finish. It must be now or never, instructions or no instructions. He loosens up on the mare, calls to her, taps her lightly, and feels her respond as she straightens out under him. They gain a foot or two, but still Mortality hangs close at Billy's saddle and David's tail brushes Seltzer's nose.

It isn't enough. Something must be done, quick. me, ol' ejaculates Billy as he raises his whip and, with almost a sob that he is obliged to do it, brings the lash down sharply on the mare's flanks. With a maddened bound she springs ahead, her ears are laid back and her nose stretched out almost on a line with her neck. Billy swings her out, and they come straining down the stretch, with the mare gaining inch by inch on the leader: now she is 011 his quarter--the saddle: a few bounds, and it is neck and neck.

Mortality has swung out, and is following close behind, third from the pole. The wire is terribly near. Whoever wins will win by a short head. Suddenly something happens. A nursegirl with her escort down close by the fence has become too deeply interested, and her little charge has toddled out upon the track and stands piteously helpless right in the path of the flying racers.

Billy sees it all in an instant- the horrified expression on the nurse-girl's face, and the dazed look of the little toddler on the track ahead. He can guide Seltzer around her, he thinks, but nothing can save the baby from the rushing behind. What can he do? A single false move. and the race is lost. It won't be his fault if the child is crushed, anyway, and to win the race means so much! But, someway, something in the appealing face of the baby makes him think of the little sister asleep in the tiny English church-yard so far away over the water, and-he can't help it, he must do something.

But what? Like a fash he remembers a picture he once saw of a brave hussar who snatched a little child from in front of a flying regiment of horse. After the Wild West show was on the other side, all the lads about the stables had practised for weeks picking up articles from the ground by dropping over the horse's sides, and he had been the best of them all: but this was so different! He knew he would fail: but he must try. With one bard pull on the reins he drops them, and with a cry to Seltzer he slips his left foot through the stirrup and draws the slender iron up to his knee, kicks his other foot clear, and throws himself wildly to the right straight down over the horse's side. There he hangs, by one knee, head down, his outstretched, and his little body swinging wildly against the racer's side at very bound. Seltzer falters in her pace and drops back.

With a wild sweep of his arm Billy clasps the little form close and lifts the baby clear of the ground as the horses hurl by. The strain is a terrible one, and he can only drag himself up a little way. His leg is almost broken by the sharp stirrup. He can only bend himself up as far as possible, close his eyes, and hold tight. He hears the wild shouts from the crowds as David sweeps by, a winner.

On they A CRY FOR HELP RESULT OF A PROMPT REPLY. Two Open Letters that Should Suggest to Thousands of American Women to go and do Likewise. TO OUR LADY READERS.) LITTLE FALLS, May 11, 1894. suffering, and need your aid. I have terrible pains in both sides my womb, extending down the front of iny limbs and lower part of my back, attended by backache and pains in the back of the neck and ears.

The doctors have given me opiates to quiet the pain. I have a very high fever nearly all the time. I am nervous, and cannot stand. My doctor says I must keep in bed. Now I place myself under your care.

I am only years old, and too young to twenty suffer so MRS. CHAS. PARKER. The above letter was received by Mrs. Pinkham at Lynn.

15, 1894, which received a prompt reply. The following letter reached Mrs. Pinkham about five months later. Note the result. LITTLE FALLS, Sept.

1504 "I deem it my duty to announce the fact to my fellow-sufferers of all female complaints, that Lydia E. Pinkham's treatment and Vegetable Compound have entirely cured me of all the pains and suffering I was enduring when I wrote you last May. I followed your advice to the letter, and the result is simply wonderful. May Heaven bless you and the good work you are doing for your sex!" MR-. CHAS.

PARKER All the druggists in town say there is a tremendous demand for E. Pinkham's Compound; and it is doing lots good among the women. If are sick in trouble write to Mrs. Pinkham. Relief awaits you.

dozen rods. Seltzer slackens and stops. A dozen stable- boys are springing at her head. Some one snatches the baby from his arms, and Billy drops down and steals hurriedly away to a quiet corner of the stables. It has all come over him now.

Seltzer has lost. His dreams for making a name for himself are gone. Mr. Burnett will never allow him to ride again. His head is whirling vet.

He feels deathly sick Everything looks black, and he wishes she were dead. Sinking down on the straw, he buries his face and sobs as though his faithful little heart would break. young man?" It is Mr. Burnett. Billy does not look up.

"I'm sorry I lost the race, sir." he sobs. couldn't 'elp it, you know, sir. She'd 'a' been killed, sir -the I should say she would. And how heaven's name it happens that you weren't, beats sorry, sir, Ididn't "Eh? What? -didn't win? Why, boy, I'd rather have my jockey do that thing than have my horses win a dozen races. Yes, a hundred." adds young Mr.

Burnett, after computing the matter more carefully. "But the money, sir, wot's been lost?" "Not a cent, except the purse. All bets on Seltzer declared off. Come along up in the stand, now: they're all howling for And Billy Sep- Paying you'll have to get some one to introduce you before I can cash this check." Lady (haughtily) "But I don't care to know you, -Tid Bits. "Nature," said Uncle Eben, "doan' nebber bestow all her gifts on one indivijjle De lightnin' bug ain' got no stinger, an' de skeeter ain' got no Washingion Star.

Princel "Did you see Jaberson last night, spending money like a "Like a prince? He blew in about 84. Do you call that like a prince?" "Sure. The money was his -Indianapolis Tribune. Miss Mildmay. am sure there is good in Mr.

Spooner. He certainly is very tender-hearted." Miss Frost- Yes, he has a heart that has been tendered to about every unmarried woman in -Boston Transcript. "Well," remarked the Professor, as he saw preparations for running electric wires through his hitherto picturesque street, "Things have changed since Kosciusko's day. The poles have everything their own way now. -Boston Transcript.

Mrs. think you had better gO for the doctor, George. Johnnie complains of pains in his head." Higbeeguess it is nothing serious. He has had them before." Mrs. but go for it seems a mile, but in reality only a never on Saturday." Brooklyn Life.

The Secrets of Pearline's success? Well, there are several. Here are some of them, just to prove that its enormous growth was only natural. First: The article was precisely what its makers claimed it to be; it has never changedno improvement has been found. Used for years always alike. Second: The public was kept informed about Pearline.

This was With anything so new and so different from old ideas, people necessary. had to be educated. Third: The best advertising Pearline has ever had (and it costs nothing) is from every women who has used it. She tells everyone how much it has done for her in all kinds of washing and cleaning; that while the cost is nominal, she has found it to be better than anything else, always the same, and perfectly harmless; and that the saving by using cheaper imitations for a year wouldn't be enough to pay for one ruined garment. Beware: FALSE Peddlers as and good some as is or never unscrupulous the peddled, same if as grocers Pearline." will grocer tell sends IT'S you, imitation, be honest-send it back.

366 JAMES PYLE, New York, 30, 1895. MISCELLANY. Smokedrift. Bring me not frankincense nor myrrh; Nor cassia breathing of the East: Nor roses such as filled the air At some superb Pompelian feast. Nor lead me to son minster old, What id time the holy mass is said A And clouds of incense rare are rolled In fragrant wreaths above my head.

But me stand on this green hill, Beneath the chancel of the skies, hear the thrushes' anthem -trill. And see the pale blue peat rise And fill my nostrils with the breath Of fragrance that the west wind brings, As. sweeping softly o'er the heath, It fans my cheek with noiseless wings And summons from the forepast years Of youth, fair visions manifold, And summer scenes of smiles and tears In that old homestead on the wold. -Chambers' Journal. HOW THE LA RUE STAKES WERE LOST.

fall." "Did you ask his name?" "I did not, sir. Shall I go down and ask it?" "They're off The flag had dronetial almost before Billy had expected race for the La Rue stakes began. It did not seem possible that the first rush of that flying field of thoroughbreds could please 1 the critical starter, but it did: Seltzer was well over on outside, and the little mite of a Billy, the rider, was clinging close over the slender neck of his first mount, with his whole heart and mind and soul bent on winning the race. Only once had he glanced up from the course since he cantered Seltzer from the saddling paddock. As they had passed the grand stand, Billy had looked up, almost involuntarily, toward the private box where Seltzer's handsome young owner sat surrounded by a fascinating group of ladies, who waved their handkerchiefs frantically as the graceful mare loped by.

Billy raised his whip in salute, and received in response from the man he almost worshiped an encouraging sinile and a swing of the hand. The race meant so much to Billy. It meant a good deal, of course, to young Burnett, for the purse was a big one, and in his little financial expressions of confidence with various other men who had opinions on horses he had valued the mare's speed very highly. But, after all, money didn't matter very much to a so man like Jean Burnett. He would rather have had the mare win honestly without the money than lose with it.

But to Billy it seemed as if the whole world and all that life held dear to him hung on the result. It was only a few months since Billy had had occasion to feel much responsibility. The elder his other name was-had been a pretty successful jockey on the other side: nothing startling, no very great reputation, but a good, honest, clever rider. He had never won the Derby; in fact, if the truth were told, he had never even a mount on that famous course. He had earned enough to keep Billy and Billy's mother in tolerable comfort, and But little more.

Burnett had seen him ride some races at a provincial town in which he chanced to be tarrying, and, though the man's mounts were poor, had been struck with the coolness and good judgment with which they were handled. He strolled down to the jockeys' quarters after the race and had a little talk with the man. The elder Billy had only succeeded in bringing his inferior mount in for second place, and he was feeling a good deal discouraged. Burnett could see well that with such a horse a good many riders, would have been shut out altogether, he wondered, very logically, if the man could get so much out of an inferior mount, why he wouldn't be likely to have pretty good success with animals such as were in the Burnett stables on the other side of the Atlantic. The young man did not find the elder Billy very reticent as to himself.

That was a peculiar thing about Burnett. There was a sincerity and an honesty about him which somehow inspired confidence. The elder Billy was blue. Past middle age, and with ambition such as only a jockey can have, he saw himself growing old, unappreciated, with no reputation and no opportunities. "I've about made up me mind to give it hup on this side," he said.

"Hit's no use tryin', Ther' don't seem to be no chance. 'Ow do you think I'd get along in ica Young Burnett thought -in fact he was pretty sure, to tell the truth, he knew- -that the jockey would get along all right, and he said so. He did not engage him on the spot. He had had one tilt with the alien contract labor law, and he did not care to take any more chances. "Come and see me when you get on the other he said.

"I think I can be of service to you." And he gave him his card. He didn't even know then that there was a Mrs. Billy, or a Billy the younger; in fact, he straightway forgot all about the entire matter. One morning, quite a good many months later, Burnett's man came into his employer's library and stood quietly awaiting recognition. Burnett, in smoking-jacket and slippers, had just settled down at his desk to the task of answering and figuring on the pile of letters and invitations which had been accumulating for two days.

He scowled vigorously as he wrestled with the problem of taking a run on Heyesbury's new yacht that afternoon and dining at Mrs. Droysen's at six. He deucedly wanted to be on deck at the trial trip of his friend Heytesbury's new flier, but he knew that he could not get back in time to dress for dinner, and the prospect of losing an opportunity of dining at the same table with Miss Eunice Droysen was far from being an argument in favor of the water trip. It was while he was wrestling with this problem and making numerous vain timecalculations on the backs of handsomely embossed envelopes that he glanced up and discovered his man. "Well, MacMasters?" "Pardon me for disturbing you, sir, but there is a little fellow here who's called about a dozen times to see you.

We've sent him away always, but he keeps coming back, sir. He won't tell us what he wants. Says he must see you, because it's very important. He's a little English lad, I think, and he has one of your cards, the style you used when we were across last "Yes, I fancy you'd better." And young Burnett settled himself to figuring whether he could start on the cruise and be set ashore down the coast and catch a train back to the city in time for the dinner, when his man returned and said, "He says his name is Hodge, sir." "Yes, sir, if you please-Billy And little Billy, who had followed the man noiselessly up the stairway, struggled to the front. "Well, my little remarked Bur nett, smiling down at him over his shoulder, "what did you want to see me for, and where did you get this card?" "It's one you gave me dad, sir, over in England.

'E was a jockey, if you please, sir, an' 'e were comin' to ride for yes. Yes, yes, I remember. And where is yonr father?" dead, Died comin' over. 'E 'adn't been well for (some years, sir, and the steamer doctor said 'e'd trained finer'n 'e could stand. 'E was buried at sea, "And are you all alone over here, without any friends?" "Only me mother, if you please, sir.

I'll be 'avin support her "That's so; you will," responded Burnett, with shade of amusement as courteously concealed as if he had been discussing the great game of base ball with the Chinese minister. "And what is your particular profession? "I 'aven't none, sir, but if you please, sir, me father always said I was 'andy with 'osses." "You inherit it, I presume. I'm sorry your father's dead. It's hard to lose fathers. He was one of the best men in a crowd after the pole, MacMasters, I ever saw." young Burnett mused so long over hAnd treasure he had lost that the younger Billy ventured to break in: "Don't you need another lad around your stables, sir?" "Why, don't know, I'm sure.

boy can't support his mother unless he has something to do, can sir." "Where are you now?" "We 'as a little room down town, sir, but we 'asn't much money left, an' the chap wot owns it 'e says I'll 'ave to 'ustle round an' get the rent, or hout we goes." "Well, well, that is a financial crisis, isn't "I ain't just sure wot that is, sir, but I knows it's bloody tough." "They all are, these financial troubles. MacMasters, you might run down with this lad see if what he says is all straight; and it it is, pay up their rent for a few weeks, and then take him up to the stables and tell Mr. Yorke to give him something to do. He may make a rider yet." And the young Mr. Burnett turned to his time-table and was flooded with light and joy by discovering that the "Resort Flier' stopped at Pebble Beach Junction at 5:05 and got into the city at 3:45, giving ample time, by having the capable MacMasters meet him at the station and help him struggle into evening dress in his carriage, to enter Mrs.

Droysen's drawingroom only a few minutes late. MacMasters found everything "all straight" at Billy's home. When it became known at the stables that Mr. Burnett himself had engaged the lad, he promptly became an object of considerable envy among the little family of stable boys, rubbers and exercisers. Mr.

Yorke soon discovered, too, that Billy was. he had said, "'andy wth and he gave the boy considerably more latitude than he did the rest of the underlings, particularly after the day when the owner visited the stables and, recognizing his young importation, had spoken to him kindly and whispered to Mr. Yorke that it would be a great thing if Billy er should prove to have inherited certain talents from his father. Billy was a grateful little chap, and next to his mother he worshiped his young master with a devotion which was as sincere as it was unknown to the owner of Seltzer. Next after these came Seltzer herself.

It was a curious affection which sprang up between the promising mare and the lad, and it dated almost from the very moment that the animal had been assigned to Bily to care for and exercise. A splendid mare was Seltzer, and great things were expected of her. What hours Billy spent in fussing over the thoroughbred's toilet! and then the glory of the early morning exercise spin and the warming up before Humber. the jockey, got around to put in the fine work on the mare's training. things I knows about that mare wot even 'Umber he had remarked to Mr.

Yorke one day after he had made a little private test of Seltzer's gait on the stretch the practice track which lay around out of sight behind the woods. And Mr. Yorke had only smiled good-naturedly. It was the day before the great race for the La Rue stakes, and all the town, seemingly, was waiting on the result. Seltzer was a big favorite in the betting, with David only a point less popular, Rainbow next, Max O'Rell next, and a big field, with some rumors of "dark horses." In the evening young Burnett chanced to be passing a well-known betting resort.

and out of curiosity stepped inside. A bookmaker was just making a few of the regulation remarks: "So you fellows are afraid of the favorites, are you, and don't dare pick a thirty-to-one shot? Well, now, I'll just pick a winner myself once, to show you how. I pick Seltzer, gentlemen. Who wants the field against her at four to one? No one? Well I'll make it three to one, thirty to ten, three hundred to one hundred. Come on, come on: I'll bet you any way and any figure." Just then a young man edged quietly through the crowd, held a short conversation with the book-maker, received a ticket, and edged quietly out of the place.

Burnett looked troubled. He had recognized the man as Humber's brother-in-law. This looked odd. Pulling his hat down over his face, he hurried out just in time to see the young man disappearing into another betting-room farther down the street. Burnett followed him.

The former transaction was repeated, though the odds were only five to two, and the young man quietly retired as before, followed by Seltzer's interested owner. This time the chase was longer. Far up the street the young man paused in the shadow of al building, and an instant later was joined by another man who was evidently waiting for him. There was a short colloquy, and the two separated. Burnett drew back into a do The latest party in the affair passed hurriedly.

way. "Humber!" remarked the man in the door hard in it a is to whisper be to honest, himself. even on a "Strange salary with five figures in it Billy the younger was asleep, curled up like a little ball in his bed, when he awoke suddenly to find Burnett bending over him. "Don't be alarmed, my boy," said his employer, kindly, as the lad rose up quickly in a tremor of apprehension. "Do you suppose that you could ride Seltzer in the race Billy was too much surprised to speak, and could only gaze open-mouthed.

"What do you think?" remarked young Burnett, smiling. "I don't know, sir. I could ride you know, sir, all 'right, but I don't know whether I could ride 'er to win or not, sir. I'd bloody well to try, sir. An' I'd try 'ard, sir, bloomin' 'ard." And as the lad became more and more awake to a realization of what it all meant, his voice became eager, almost pleading.

"Yorke says that no one can ride Seltzer a unless she is well acquainted with him, and that for six months only you and Humber have had much of anything to do with "We knows each other, Seltzer and me do, all right, sir. She's a wonder, sir, Seltzer is. W'y that 'oss, -that -w'y And Billy's command of superlative language proved so inadequate that he paused, gasping for fitting eulogy. Burnett laughed. "Then you think she'd do as much for you as she would for any one?" "I'm sure she will.

But Mr. 'Umber, -is 'e sick?" "Well-eh-no; at least not yet; but I'm going to see him to-night, and-eh-he's going to decide not to ride." IN THE LOCAL FIELD. BRATTLEBORO COMMONS. History of the One at West Brattleboro Which Is of Interest at this Time About the One at the East Village. The history of the early commons of this town is somewhat interesting.

The first was on meeting-house hill south of the cemetery, and was reserved there on the plan of the town. That at West Brattleboro came from five sources, at five different times; from Capt. John Houghton in 1785, from Benjamin Pratt in 1802, from Dr. Russell Fitch in 1806, from the estate of Benjamin Wheaton in 1811, and from John Noyes in 1822; and all were by deed to the selectmen of the town and their successors, except that from Noyes, which was to Brattleboro academy. The main road, at first, went straight out to where the seminary buildings now ware, and Simpson Ellas then lived, and then straight down to the brook: the meeting-house and the houses and yards east of it extend into where this road was: and where the road now goes in front of the stores and houses down about to the foot of the hill and out to that road was a part of the common.

Capt. Houghton gave that part of this land extending from the Stockwell store southeastward, to set the upon. The west line of this land went from the southwest corner of the Stockwell store lot, six rods southwest across what is now the common to that road, and Capt Houghton lived just west of that line. Benjamin Pratt sold that in front of the Stockwell store for 830, "to be appropriated to the use of said town as a common ground in addition to the ground now laid common in said town, bounded east on the west line of the common ground on which the meeting-house in said' Brattleboro now Dr. Fitch, who lived where Herbert Clark now lives, gave that where the road turns down from the Guilford road, and northwardly in front of Mr.

Clark's, twelve rods, the deed reading that the premises "shall be forever used, occupied and improved as a highway or common land for the benefit of the inhabitants of the town of Brattleboro aforesaid and of the Public in General, and the said selectmen and their successors shall never allow or suffer any enclosure to be made around the said premises, nor any buildings, timber or stones to be set, placed or laid thereon, excepting ornamental Dr. Fitch, as administrator of the Benjamin Wheaton estate, sold that northward of what be had given himself and in front now of Miss Susan Clark's, being about half an acre, for 851, "to be used by the town of Brattleboro forever as a road, common green, and for no other When the first academy was built in 1502, Mr. Noyes owned the land under and about the east side of it. and subscribed payable in land, for it. Before he deeded to the academy Moses Van Doorn had become the owner of the land east of it.

When Mr. Noyes's deed was made it read: "And it is further provided that the corporation of Brattleboro academy shall never erect any buildings, nor suffer any buildings, incumbrances or nuisances to remain on that part of said granted premises situated eastwardly of the academy building and those lying in front of Moses Van Doorn's land so as to derogate from the privileges of said Van Doorn otherwise than if his land in that place fronted on the road." This land, which was so to be kept clear and open like a road, thus became a part of the common. These common grounds remained open until 1860, when Hiram Orcutt, who had leased the academy for ten vears and was establishing Glenwood seminary, proposed to enclose a part of the common with the seminary grounds. About 50 made opposition to this in writing to the selectmen: but he made a bee and gave a supper to which they were invited, and went. Many of them took their names from the paper, and he was suffered to enclose with a costly fence, 78 square rods in semicircular form, where the evergreens are in front of the seminary, and to put in it an expensive fountain, walks and shrubbery, which after some years were removed.

His enclosure included a part of that given by Capt. Houghton, a part of that given by Dr. Fitch, a part of that conveyed by Mr. Noyes, and a part of the first road. The selectmen have power to take care of.

improve and keep clear such commons for the public use, but have no power or authority to grant them for any other purpose, and any permission from them for any other use would be wholly void. Perhaps this occupation was long enough continued to gain a right by possession to continue it longer, had the land been private property; but such rights cannot, especially since 1858, be gained in public property like this. The right to it remains in the public the same as before, subject only to control of it for public purposes by the selectmen, as a part of the commons and common highways of the town. The common in Brattleboro village came from Grindal R. Ellis in 1814.

A history of it has been brought into that of the present times as a part of the trolley war. It remains, nevertheless, like that at West Brattleboro, a part of the common highways of the town. For a common is a highway upon which everyone has a right to go, everyway; and as such it is to be cared for by the selectmen, as officers of the town, having charge of it, for that purpose. The old common on the hill ceased long ago to be wanted for any public use; the roads which ran across it were given up and it has been left to become a part of the field of the surrounding land owner. THE LONG ARM.

How Miss Wilkins Happened to Write It---Her Present Work. Charles E. L. Wingate's Boston Letter in New York Critic of Aug. 24.1 "Before long Miss Wilkins's prize detective story will be put before the public in book form, so that a word or two about the work may be interesting at the present time.

I told that the dramatic title which it bears, 'The Long was the invention of Miss Wilkins's collaborator, J. E. Chamberlin of The Youth's Companion, she having originally called it 'The Story of Sarah Had that original title stood, probably more people would have surmised from what source the tale had its origin, since the country has not yet forgotten the extraordinary strain felt over trial of a Fall River woman accused of the murder of her parents. The story, however, is not built upon the murder or the trial; it was simply suggested by the sad event. The author the tragedy the number of solutions that might be originated, and taking advantage of that fact, created the murder of an elderly man, upon whose unmarried daughter suspicion could fall.

The dress, with the blood-stains, also carries a recollection of the real tragedy, but beyond that there is actual resemblance in the course of the events and of the narrative. Miss Wilkins has told a friend in entering the story for a prize contest, she was actuated chiefly by curiosity. She wanted to know if she really could write a successful detective story and probably surmised that any story from her pen would be accepted, but that such acceptance would not necessarily carry with it an endorsement. Therefore, in entering a new field, she desired to enter anony- mously. The decision was certainly very complimentary, at any rate.

At present the author is working upon a new novel, which, it is expected, will not appear in serial form, but will be published at the outset between covers. It has for its central figure a New England heroine in whose veins there are traces of French and Indian blood, both of which have more or less influence in shaping her career. In her usual manner Miss Wilkins is devoting her time very religiously to this work, and has refused all social invitations during the The Publication of the Prize Stories Abroad. London Letter, Aug. 9, by Arthur Waugh, in New York Critic, Aug.

"A great deal of interest has been aroused here by the result of the £400 prize competition originated by the Bacheller Syndicate of New York. There have been a vast number of English competitors. Chapman's magazine has arranged to publish the prize stories by Miss Wilkins and Prof. Brander Matthews, as well as a tale by 'Roy which is reported to have run Mr. Matthews's very close for second place.

Later on Messrs. Chapman Hall will issue the three tales in a single volume, to form one of a new series projected by Oswald Crawford, the new managing director of the firm. Miss Wilkins's tale appears in the current Chapman." GRANGE NEWS. Pomona Grange at Westminster West. Windham County Pomona grange met with Maple Grove grange at Westminster West last Tuesday.

Representatives of the order were present from the east part of the town, from Brattleboro, Guilford, Springfield and Chester, and visitors from other towns. The exercises were held in the town hall, which was handsomely deeorated for the occasion. grange motto, "Faith, hope, charity, with and "Welcome, patrons," made from evergreen arranged upon a white surface, with flags draped above and around them, made a tine background for the splendid display of cut flowers placed along the entire front of the platform and on the tables. The morning exercises were devoted to grange work as usual. W.

B. Cutting in speaking of the work of the Pomona grange referred of the organization of the Windham county council. The first meeting was held in Brattleboro, Feb. 5, 1875, and Feb. 4, 1876, the council was formed with W.

B. Cutting as master. May 7 of the same year a meeting was called in Newfane, to discuss plans for future usefulness and did not close till 6 o'clock. He incidentally remarked that the snow drifts in the road over which he passed were so deep that he was obliged to get along by pulling down fences and driving in the fields. Not long after this meeting the name was changed to Windham County Pomona grange.

A. A. Edson of Chester, deputy for district No. 7. made an earnest plea for regular grange work in full form.

The reports from the subordinate granges showed good work. Westminster West reported the best average attendance, four-fifths of its members attending regularly. A bountiful dinner was served in the vestry, which was tastefully decorated and proved a restful, cool place in which to dine. The hall was well filled in the afternoon. J.

H. gave appropriate words of welcome, member of Protective grange Clark, responding. Miss Nellie Heath gave an illustrated recitation, accompanied by music, and responded to an encore. Miss Florence Goodbue followed with a song, rendered in a pleasing manner. Then Miss May Goodhue gave a recitation in an impressive manner and Miss Helen Campbell recited a poem delightfully.

These young ladies showed natural talent well as good training. The present school system as, was the subject for discussion and was opened by Miss Lora Wilcox, who read a sion poem written by Mrs. Luna Sprague Peck upon the change from district to town system of schools. Among those speaking upon this question were W. B.

Cutting, Oscar T. Ware, Mrs. Helen Plumb, Rev. Henry Goodhue, Mrs. C.

Hubbard, Springfield; A. A. Edson, Chester: Geo. Goodell, principal of Deerfield, academy, and others. Not one wished to return to the district system.

A desire was expressed for a change in methods of teaching, for teachers who were adapted to their work and liked it, and who could go before classes and ask questions, without a book in their hands even if it required some study to do it, a hearty sympathy of the parents in the interests of the pupils, for skilled supervisors to train and direct teachers and look after the interests of the schools. All this showed that the thought of people is given and more this subject. Maple Grove grange the. being, more. choir, with E.

E. Gorham as organist, furnished splendid music during the afternoon. Refreshments were served to the visitors before they started homeward. The next meeting will be held in Townshend in September. A.

There will be a meeting of Protective grange next Wednesday evening. A new 40-page pamphlet regarding the grange and what it has accomplished, work, suggestions and instructions to grange workers, has just been issued from the office of the lecturer of the national grange. This is a standard work which will be of much value to the order. Copies can be obtained by writing to the master or secretary of the state grange, or by applying to Alpha Messer, lecturer of the national grange, Rochester, Vt. READSBORO.

Death of Mrs. Ward. Mattie L. Carpenter, wife of Dr. Ward, who died Aug.

24, was born in Readsboro Sept. 19, 1868, being the only child of Daniel P. and Lestina Carpenter. Nearly all of her life was spent in Readsboro. She was married Sept.

12, 1888, to Dr. Ward, a native of Guilford. She had a severe attack of grip in January, 1891, and although she apparently recovered, it probably was the primary cause of her death. An operation was performed in 1892 which was unsuccessful in its purpose and since that her decline has been gradual, consumption developing at last. Her long illness was born with patience and fortitude.

The funeral was held on Monday, Rev. R. C. T. McKenzie officiating.

ing Star lodge, of which she was a member, performed their ritual at the grave. The trolley juggernaut has now crushed out 117 lives in Brooklyn. One of the last victims was John J. Read, a well-known Democratic politician, formerly deputy street commissioner, who was thrown from his carriage and instantly killed under the car wheels. David O'Connell, a city garbage contractor, with whom Read was intimately associated, on being told of the latter's tragic death staggered back and fell dead.

The Jewell Belting company of Hartford has recently manufactured the largest belt in the world for the Washburn Moen Manufacturing company Worcester. It is used to drive nine the wire of mills of that company, which manufactures electric wire. The belt is 118 feet long, 78 inches wide and made of four thicknesses of leather. The hides of 100 steers were used in its manufacture. The belt transmits 2000 horse power.

THE TROLLEY ROAD Can not warm your homes, but John Galvin can Sell the Perfect Hot Air Blast Draft Furnace That will. An entirely new application whereby it produces as much beat from the gases and smoke alone, by consuming them, as the ordinary furnaces make from the coal, producing 90 de. grees higher temperature of heat with 11 per cent less coal This is accomplished by supply. ing oxygen heated to a high temperature through the middle of the body of coal on each side of fire pot forcing all gases from the fuel, introducing high temperature oxygen above the sur. face of the fire Result perfect ignition of oxy.

gen, gases and smoke producing more beat with less coal than any furnace on the market. These are not idle words, but the application of the scientific, modern, practical way of obtaining the full benefit of the combustion of the coal. I will set one of these furnaces in competition with any other make of furnace in the world and if it will not produce more heat with less fuel I will set one in your house and charge you nothing for it. JOHN CALVIN, 53 Main Street, Brattleboro, Ft. Brattleboro Livery Single and double teams, hacks, tally.

hos, and in fact, any kind of a convey. ance at any time. We guarantee you a good outfit and prompt and satisfactory service. Just now we are giving special attention to summer parties, with tally-ho or any other style of carriage, if preferred. Our hack equipment for wedding parties is very complete.

BRATTLEBORO LIVERY COMPANY The Old Ray Stand. New Prices on Coal. Delaware and Hudson Lackawana Grate, $5.25. Delaware and Hudson Lackawana Egg, $5.25. Delaware and Hudson Lackawana Stove, $5.50.

Delaware and Hudson Lackawana Chestnut, $5.50. prices are for spot cash and immediate delivery. We consider the present time very fa vorable for buring coal. BARROWS CO. D.

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Office at P. Fleming's Store, No. 1 South Main Street. rE Telephone, 18-3. Real Estate.

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Can be bought right. AMOS V. MAY. No. 9 Chase Street, Brattleboro, Vt.

per Telephone call, 89-2. WANTED. Ten men at once as solicitors. We have some rich territory open. Come with references.

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61 Main Street, Brattleboro, Vt. C. P. GILSON, Auctioneer, West Chesterfield, N. SALES and attended to Massachusetts.

in New Connected Hampshire, by Ver- telephone. Orders may be left at The Phoenix Office, Brattleboro, Vt. 25-tf North Street School. BRATTLEBORO, VT. THE tenth year of the North Street Private School for day puphs will begin Wednesday.

September 18, 1895. Hours, 9 to 12 A. 1:80 to P. For further particulars address, MISS FLORENCE A. SAWYER, Principal..