The Hardwick Gazette from Hardwick, Vermont • 8

900 a lbs. feet broken; of a for if fearless three-year-old carriage, of wanted. and Wanted--Girl for general housework. Mrs. John Walsh.

5tf. For Sale A new John Deere Farm Truck; price and terms right. L. S. Robie Position Wanted--By young woman to do housework.

Inquire at this office. 4-3p. To Rent--Five-room up-stairs teneC. H. Ward, Hardwick.

3-tfe. ment. To Rent- to students for selfboarding. Mrs. E.

E. Batchelder, Elm Street, Hardwick. 2-tf. Wanted--Man barn work; no bums need apply. C.

E. Humphrey, Mgr. Baker Farm, Greensboro, Vt. 4-4p. Wanted--Woman to do general I housework; married woman preferred.

Mrs. 5-1p. W. H. Lewis, Hardwick, Vt.

For Sale--Lath, clapboards, doors and windows, window frames, hard pipe sheath ing and moulding of all kinds. Bilodenu. 37 For Sale-23 yards of new Linoleum; 1 new carriage robe and several other things in first-class condition. Apply at this office. 5-p.

Notice--A stray hound of medium size to my place few days ago. Owner can have same by paying charges. C. L. Smith, South Walden, Vt.

For Sale-3-horse power International gasolene genine; also 10-inch ensilage cutter with 28 carrier. Both in good running order. C. R. Russell, East Hardwick, Vt.

5-3c. For Sale--A scholarship in the Vermont Business college of Burlington, a school well known in Vermont. Have for Blanche Angood reasons selling. drews, Craftsbury, Vt. 3-4c For Sale--A Morgan well automobiles.

Weighs Also sleigh harness at bargain Andrew S. Bole, East Hardwick, Vt. 5-1. For Sale Ensilage cutter with 30 ft. carrier, 16 in.

knife; also one pair 1 3-4 in. work harness, nearly new; both in firstclass condition. Inquire of W. A. Haskell, Lower Wolcott Hardwick.

3-2p Farm for Sale-100 Acres, situated three miles from Hardwick village; eightroom house, with hot and cold water, upstairs and down, furnace heat, cellar. C. T. Jennings, Hardwick, 5-4p. For Sale--Farm known as Joseph Morse place in South Woodbury now owned by Mrs.

G. C. Trow; 26 acres, fine pasture, good buildings, never failing water. For further particulars inquire of Mrs. G.

C. Trow, Hardwick. 3- Estrayed-Two, coming two-year old, beifers; one black and white, and other a Jersey. Came to my enclosure July 25. Owner can have same by paying for advertising.

Ivra Allen, Hardwick, Aug. 5, 1913. 2- Building Lots for Sale--Four handome building lots on the Mackville road; ach 55 feet front, by 163 feet back; will sold separately or together to suit burchasers. H. R.

Mack. Hardwick, July 23, 1913. Automobile Livery. prepared to carry you on short or ong business or pleasure trips at reasonole rates. Especial attention given to an.ily parties, if you don't care to fast.

V. W. Rand. Phone 22-3. For Sale-15-Room boarding house ith barn and two building lots on Granite Greet.

A good investment. ne residence with barn on Elm street. ne residence with barn on Main street. 12 building lots near Cherry Street. 2c.

S. E. Darling, Jr. Thursday, Aug. 28, 1913 a cause FACING LONGER.

Things That Aimost Happen, Some- timica Bring Gray Hairs. "It Is the things that annost nippen which -my thi business rather than the things that tually occur," said a veteran captain of an excursion bout "Every cup. of varryIng bout hne rite sinking of the Titanic, the Stocuw disaster and such accidents on bis mind continualls. nut somehow it's not the accidents that really occur that bring gray hairs. "My drst gray hair appeared when was thirty three years old.

Then I was running bont to Coney Island, and in the lower bar fog settled down thicker than mush 1 noir compass course. and everything went smoothly enough until it was almost time to change the course and bead from the nay toward Coney 1 bad heard a bout--by her whistle I knew she was a towing tugpass me further up the bay "Even though I could not see the bow of my bout was hanging with my head out of the pilot house window and straining my exes to see, when my quartermaster, who was standing 00 the very peak of the bow. caned for me to reverse, 1 rang for full speed astern and threw the wheel hard to port. fog lifted for an Instant and dead ahead of we I NIL scow with 'Dynamite' written on her side: and a red tag donung above her knew that meant she was loaded with dynamite, and the Lord pity us if we ran her down. I kept the wheel bard over, and it seemed to me the euxineer was an eternity in getting the engine reversed.

We just grazed the dynamite scow. I learned afterward that she had been in tow of a tug and that the hawser broke and the tug crew bad lost sight of the scow in the fog. "When I got, home that night my wife pointed a gray air -the first I bad ever had. "My next bad scare came one Sunday when I was captain of another excursion steamer. We were at the pier loading passengerss.

There were two hawsers out to the pier, and the one astern broke. The gangplanks were out, and. it being a very hot day, people were docking aboard. There were at least seventy-tive persons on the two gangplanks when the hawser broke. and the boat commenced to drift from the pier.

1 yelled, and the crew tried to force the passengers off the gangplanks, but those in the rear kept pushing, and the crew was helpless. "There was only one thing to do. rang for reversed engines. With the bow line out the reversing of the bout naturally backed her up against the dock and held her there, but that bow hawser was an old one. and if it broke the boat would back away and dump every one on the gangplanks into the river.

"To me it seemed like an age, but it was really not more than a minute until they had another line out astern and I could stop the engine. That caused several gray hairs. "In all my experience I've never had a serious accident: but. as you see, have a head full of gray hairs caused by things that almost Fork Sun. Direct or Alternating Currents.

It doesn't matter much the how and why of the difference between a direct current and an alternating current 11 only you can tell which you are using. Of course you have to know this be cause appliances are made for one or the other, and no appliance made for an alternating current can be nsed where direct current Is supplied. or vice versa So to order intelligently you must elther ask somebody who knows or find out for yourself. Here is a simple way to tell which is which: Hold simple magnet bar near A light ed incandesceut sawp. it the current is alternating the -that Is, part inside the lamp from which the light emanates- will vibrate; if the cur.

rent is direct the flament will be at tractel or repelled as the positive 01 the negative pole of the magnet is held near the York Sun. Evil Doing. The worst penalty of evil doing is to grow into likeness with the bad, for each man's soul changes, according to the nature of his deeds, for better or for -Plato. True blessedness consisteth in a good lite and a happy SPECIAL $1 a Pair Reduction Sale on SHOES Beginning Saturday. August 23, and continuing for ONE MONTH will make the above reduction, in order to turn our stock to ready money which we need to purchase new Fall and inter FOOTWEAR.

This includes High and Low Shoes Men and Women. A proportionate reduction on medm priced Shoes. Repairing Done Promptly RAVERS BROS. Wolcott St Hardwick Miss Calliope's Cure The Good Result of a Shock By EUNICE DRAKE Calliope!" murmured Hester Seton as she glanced up at the windows of the Delmore house on the bill. "Lazy Calliope Delmore!" sniffed her mother, panting as her too abundant flesh trudged up the graveled path to the front door.

"Did you ever see such a neglected dooryard in all your "You're her second cousin. ma. Why don't you try. to give her a mite of a piece of your mind--kind of a second cousin's slice?" asked Hester sarcastically. "And have my head bit retorted her mother.

spoke to Calliope fifteen years ago when Carrol Fenton went off and married that city girl. Says 'Cal, for the land's sake don't take to your bed' (she was acting all broken up about the matter): Just turn your face to the world and act like you don't care." "What did she say?" asked Hester curiously. "Say? Says she: 'Emmeline Seton, I'd thank you to mind your own busi ness! When the rheumatiz goes out of my legs I reckon I'll get up and walk with the best of 'em. I ain't a-grieving over Carrol Fenton. I'm suffering with rheumatiz! My advice to you is that if you've got any business of your own to tend to it and let mine So I don't never interfere with Calliope Delmore.

She can lay abed till the judgment day." she don't lay abed much, and you must admit that she's busy as a bee with her fingers from morning till night. She cuts and sells carpet rags; enough to make a living for 'em." "Humph! A woman forty years old ain't no right to be chair rid as I can see. Knock again, Hester, and if Isabel don't come I shall walk right in." Hester rapped loudly and once more pulled the knob of the rusty bell wire. A window sash screeched up, and a woman's voice called musically: "Come in, whoever you be. Isabel ain't to home." Mrs.

Seton and Hester tried the door and. finding it locked, walked around the path to the side entrance. They pushed open the screen door and walk: ed into Calliope Delmore's sitting room. "That you, Emmeline and Hester? How do you do?" Calliope looked up from her sewing and motioned them to comfortable cushioned chairs. "Give your mother that fan.

Hester, and take off her bonnet. Lay aside your own hat, child, and if you'll go to the cellar you'll find some root beer. Isabel made it three days ago, and it's just right now." "How be you, Calliope?" asked Mrs. Seton reluctantly. for she made it a point not to acknowledge that anything was seriously amiss with her second cousin.

She always spoke impatiently to Calliope. just as if she would like to pick her out of the big Boston rocker and send her hurrying around the house in a healthy, normal manner. "Well." said Calliope cheerfully, "it's dreadful hot, ain't it. Em?" "Awful. You must appreciate this call.

It's tuckered me out to climb the bill." said Sirs. Seton, fanning herself vigorously. is the carpet for now. Calliope?" "Lida Soper. She's been saving rags for years for this sitting room carpet." "It's going to be real bright and pretty." nodded Mrs.

Seton over the of root beer that Hester bad brought to her. "Where's Isabel, Calliope?" "Gone riding with Newton Deane," said Calliope hardily. "Newton Deane!" exclaimed Hester jealously. Mrs. Seton blinked rapidly.

"Newton's half nephew to Carrol Fenton. ain't he?" "You ought to know, Em," retorted Calliope dryly, "seeing that you almost married Newton's father." Mrs. Seton bridled as she threw up her large pink bands. "Don't get to talking to Hester about my beaus. Calliope.

The child won't have any respect for ber ma if you tell her what a madcap I was in them days." Hester giggled. "You can't cut up much now. ma," she said wickedly. have DO desire to." said Mrs. Beton primly, suddenly remembering her great bulk.

"We was speaking of Carrol Fenton, Calliope. I was over 1 to Millerton last week, and I saw him. He's grown considerable old looking." to. Don't get any younger with years." rapped out Calliope in the crisp phrases she adopted when remarks became personal. "Some say his wife's death broke him up, and others say it was a bless.

ed relief and that he looks better than he ever did since he married her She kept his nose to the grindstone always. so -too they flights say: for extravagant minister's and wife." flighty a "Minister's wives are only human. Churches don't pay salaries big enough to give 'em much of a good time. guess Lena Fenton took what fun she could as she went along." Mrs. Seton gasped.

didn't expect sou'd be standing up for Carrol Fenton's wife." she said acidly. Calliope turned a white and resolute face to the other "Why not? I don't owe her any grudge because she mar ried Carrol, Most every girl in Little river was setting a cup for him." Emmeline winced, and her double chin quivered. "There ain't many of 'em gone to bed sick over it." she said batefully, und without waiting for a reply she trembled to her feet and walked to the door. Hester: we got to be wondered what brought Emmeline here." wurmured Calliope, taking up her work again. "Of course after she'd visited in Millerton she bad to come around and see bow I took news of Carrol Fenton.

What tends women can be!" She bit off her thread with her strong white teeth and looked dreamily out of the window and sniffed the spicy fragrance of the cinnamon roses. "Happened right here by the cinnamon roses." she whispered to herself. "I was so happy, and he said he was afraid he bad made a mistake, and gave him back the ring. Seems like all the strength went out of my legs that very minute. I s'pose, coming so soon after mother's long sickness and death, it upset me.

If they all knew how I wanted to stand and walk around and be like other folks. only somehow there's no spring back of it all. Dr. Brown says he can't do a thing, and he talks about will power. I'm a useless mortal.

But, there: Isabel says I ain't and it it wasn't for the she wouldn't have a home!" Calliope smiled through sudden tears. "Looks like she'd soon have a handsome home If she marries Newton. He's a fine fellow: but. Lord forgive me. it does rankle to think my girl should marry Carrol's nephew!" She- leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

Her helpless feet rested on a hassock, and across her lap there rippled streams of bright colored carpet rags. From the rosebushes came the deep hum of bees, and the tall tops of the locust trees rustled a pleasant monotone. Suddenly there broke into the sweet harmony of the summer afternoon other sounds--the sharp raps of a horse's hoofs on the hard oyster shell road, a man's voice shouting, then just the pounding hoofs and the rattle of car riage wheels. Calliope leaned forward and looked out of the window. A sorrel horse with four white feet was plunging madly past the house.

Behind him swung a low phaeton containing a man. Just beyond Calliope's front gate the phaeton swayed and caught upon a large rock. The horse tore himself loose from the shafts and disappeared beyond the turn of the road. The phaeton toppled and overturned and pinned the man underneath. It was very silent after that.

It was a lonely road, and from her window on the hill Calliope Delmore could see beyond the turn of the road, and she noticed that the runaway horse had stop ped and turned into an open field to graze. She felt very strange. Her heart was beating tumultuously, and her blood seemed to flow through her veins in 8 sustaining flood that gave strength to her weak body. White lipped, she stared down at the wrecked phaeton and the still form beneath It. That was Carrol Fenton.

She knew the minister's little carriage. but the horse was a strange one to her. Perhaps Carrol was dying down there alone in the road! Who would go for help? If only Isabel was there! The horse might return and trample him. Calliope was afraid of horses. She closed her eyes and prayed for belp.

When she opened them -she smiled oddly and placed her hands on the arms of her chair. She kicked aside the hassock and stood upon her feet. She put out one foot, and It supported her weight. She stood upon the other. Then with sudden energy she picked up the untouched glass of root beer that Hester had poured for her.

staggered across the room to the door and stumbled to the porch and down the steps. Then Calliope Delmore, who had sat in a chair for fifteen years with helpless limbs, ran down the Inclined path to the front gate and gained the road. With the action came renewed life and a sense of buoyancy and youth. Newton Deane and Isabel Delmore, driving slowly home through the golden afternoon, saw Calliope run down the path, and Isabel was so frightened that she hid her face on Newton's shoulder. It was easier to do It because his arm was already around her.

The borse stopped stock still, and they watched Calliope as they might bave witnessed the ghost scene in a play. She darted out of the gate and down the sloping path to the shattered phaeton. Carrol Fenton's eyes were wide open, and his face was white and drawn. The body of the vehicle rested on one of his legs. he gasped when she knelt beside him and held the root beer to his lips.

"I was just coming to see you, dear." he to ask your forgiveness, and you know the rest." be murmured. "Of course I know It." said Calliope, practically not knowing that her eyes were full of tears. "Your coming this way has worked a miracle. I've run every step of the way, and I guess 1 can keep on my feet now. I s'pose I ought to be mad at you.

Fenton. but how can I be when we all make such mistakes?" They were holding hands and smiling at each other with the deeper understanding of matured love. the woman who had just recovered her power to walk and the middle aged minister, suffering agonies from a broken leg. Newton Deane and Isabel. watching them from the buggy, suddenly under.

stood. They. too. smiled at each other. guess we'll have a double wedding." whispered Newton.

and Isabel nodded and murmured in reply: "Isn't It of family and from were a F. relatives, on and and 69 pond very a lilies star beautiful. other from from All Ready For School I have Hundreds of pairs of Shoes for Girls and Boys of all ages. The BOSTON FAVORITE Shoe for Young Ladies who want a good serviceable shoe can be found here in Button and Blucher style in Tan, Gun Metal and Patent Leather. The BUSTER BROWN line of BUSTER SHOE BROWN Shoes for Girls and Boys has no FOR GIRLS equal in quality or price.

NOX-EM-ALL and BASS Shoes are good and serviceable for cold, wet weather. Start the season right. MILEAGES REPAIR'G F. T. Downer CABOT Edwin Burnham Dies After Long Illness- -Other Locals of Interest.

Edwin Burnham, for many years a resident of Cabot, died at his home Sunday, August 10, aged 69 years, after many months of illness. Funeral services were held at the house Tuesday, Rev. F. E. Currier Danville officiating.

The floral tributes many A. A pillar E. of 0. scarf near also many designs expressing sympathy of other relatives, and friends. His reneighbors mains were laid to rest in the family lot in Cabot cemetery.

Edwin Burnham was born in East Montpelier, May 24, 1844, and was the second son of Thomas and Mandana (Wells) Burnham. In August 1861, he enlisted in Co. 4th regiment, and served through the entire war, with the exception of a few months when he was sent home on account of typhoid fever. After his recovery he re-enlisted and was promoted corporal of Co. I.

in February 1865. He was wounded at Cedar Creek, October 19, 1864, by a piece of shell in his left shoulder, but remained with his regiment. He received an honorable discharge at Brattleboro, July 17th, 1865, which was at the close of the war. September 30, 1867, he was united in marriage to Clara E. Putnam.

One son came to bless their home, Albro now living in Barre. For some years he resided in Calais, going later to Boston, where his health became impaired, and with his family he moved to Albany, hoping to regain his health, but not receiving satisfactory benefit he afterward spent some time in California, returning to Cabot. In July 1868, he was called to part with his companion, after months of extreme suffering. On July 20, 1900, he was united in marriage with Clarina Lawson. Two children came to bless this home, Lester Freeman, who died March 13, 1907, aged five years, and Laura Frances, who has been spared as a comfort to the bereft mother.

During his illness Mr. Burnham bore his suffering with patience and cheerfulness. He will be missed in his home and in the community. He had held important town offices, being selectman three years, a trustworthy citizen and a kind neighbor. He was a member of Morrill post, No.

35, G. A. in which he was past commander and had held nearly all other offices. He had also belonged to the Washington county veterans' association, was a member of Green Mountain lodge, chapter No. 35, F.

and A. M. and a charter member of 0. E. S.

He leaves a wife, two children, three sisters, Charlotte of Woodbury, Mrs. S. J. Ramsden of Palmer, Mrs. Joe Clark of Stafford, and one brother, Dudley, of this town.

Those from out of town to attend the funeral were Mr. and Mrs. A. P. Burnham, Barre; C.

A. Burnham, Bristol; Mr. and Mrs. Harrington, Hardwick; Mr. and Mrs.

B. H. Daniels, C. H. Dana, F.

L. Batchelder, Woodbury; Mr. and Mrs. Warner Lawston, North Calais; Mr. and Mrs.

Earl Bliss, Calais; Mr. and Mrs. Freeman Lawson and Mr. and Mrs. Ned Webster, Woodbury.

Mr. and Mrs. John McLean and children of St. Johnsbury visited her father, S. B.

Blodgett, over Sunday. Francis Knapp of Hardwick is stopping for a few days with his daughter, Mrs. E. M. Bliss.

A party including, W. P. Hickie of Orange City, Florida; Dean Blodgett, and Miss Amy Goodspeed of Boston; Miss Edith Granger of Worcester, Miss Ethel Warden of Castine, Maine; Mrs. Ellen Warden and daughter, Ruth, of Bethel and Miss Alice Blodgett of Barre, chaperoned by Mrs. Jennie Hickie, have been camping at Lake St.

Joseph, and returned home Saturday. that four gator We Can Give You the Best There is in Custom Tailoring at a price to suit your purse, because the clothes will be made-to-order by our COPYRIGHT BY famous Chicago tailors, SD. Y. PRICE A GO, Ed. V.

Price Co. Examine their beautiful collection of 500 handsome Autumn and Winter woolens and have us send them your measure. Then you'll understand why particular dressers are no longer paying tribute to the small high-priced tailor. THE HOUSE OF VALUES FORD R. BINGHAM HARDWICK, VERMONT Mrs.

M. J. Beaton is spending a few weeks with relatives and friends in Cana- da. Mr. and Mrs.

I. S. Tabor of North Calais were guests at H. H. Foster's and E.

P. Walbridge's over Sunday. Mrs. Ellen Warden and daughter, Ruth, of Bethel are spending a few days at her father's, S. B.

Blodgett's. Miss Bessie and Annie Beaton are visiting their sister, Mrs. Jack Ralston, in Plainfield. An old home week basket picnic will be held in the grove of George Hoyt next Friday. Everybody cordially vited.

The direct way to this grove from the village is to go past the residence of George Hoyt up the hill road, leading to Mrs. Henry Hill's, turning to the right through a driveway labelled "Picnic Grounds." Several committees are appointed to prepare a program, for the pleasures of the day. Come and have a social visit with your friends. Hiram Russell accompanied W. P.

Rideout of Boston to Greensboro last Thursday. Morris Walbridge was a business visitor in Montpelier Wednesday. L. Myers of Post Mills was at his son's, Walter's, over Sunday. There will be a promenade August 29th in town hall under the auspices of Green Mountain orchestra.

Refreshments of cake and ice cream will be served. Miss Alice Harvey of Northfield, is visiting relatives and old acquaintances. Mr. and Mrs. I.

R. Ranney, accompanied by Miss Flora Atkins and a friend, took an auto ride Monday to Barre. Mrs. Rosetta Wilson died Sunday at the home of Mr. and Mrs.

Fred Grace, where she had been cared for several weeks Mrs. E. L. Foster of Newark, N. accompanied by a niece and daughter, land Mrs.

Brooks of New York, were in town Monday, calling on H. H. Foster. Mrs. John Livingston is in town, packing their household effects to move to Maine, where they have purchased a farm.

Burned to Death Tuesday. Tuesday morning, several neighbors seeing smoke arising about a quarter of a mile away, found the shack in which Harmon May of Bolton had been living for several months burned to the ground and nearby the dead bodies of Mr. May and his faithful dog. A can of kerosine oil: and the stove cracked and broken, gave the impression that May had poured a large quantity of the oil into the stove, from which his clothing might have caught fire. The body was so burned and charred that it was hardly recognizable.

He is survived by a stepmother, four brothers, Bert, John, Fred and George, and two sisters. The deceased was about 66 yers of age. Notice -The Vacuum Clothes Washer which has been demonstrated at the Morrisville fair this week, is sold in this place by Owen Atkins and Mrs. Marie Mrs. Harriet Dunklee of Denver, has been a recent guest of Mr.

and Mrs. W. W. Marshall. Mrs.

Dunklee was formerly Miss Harriet Fyler of Burke and was a teacher in Hardwick academy about 16 years ago. PHOTO PHOTOGRAPHS 1-4 Cabinets, $1.50 to $2.00 Per Dozen. 1-2 Cabinets, $3.00 to $4.00 Per Dozen. 2-3 Cabinets, $3.50 to $5.00 Per Dozen. Cabinets, $7.00 to $7.50 Per Dozen.

All sizes up to 30 50. Finished in Sepia, Carbon, Crayon, Oil, etc. A large line of frames always. on hand. Good work at living prices.

The Spaulding Studio Studio open every day except Sunday; also Saturday evening from 7 to 8..