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“The Story of Waif still Baxter’’
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Copyright. 101.1. by KATE DOUGLAS WICCHN
Kite Dougls* Wigitin P 9
Author of “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm”
PROLOGUE.
Strength and interest of quiet
Uvea in the New England oj
three- quarter a of a century ago
provide the framework of “The
Story of Waitstill Baxter That
is the skeleton. The flesh and
blood of human beings, living
and loving and moving in a world
of their own that is a minta/uri
picture of the greater world out
side, are also there. The atory I
is a cross section of life as seen
and described by a woman who
has been well called “America’s
greatest living woman novelist."
Amid the hills of New England
are many men and women liki
Waitstill and Patience Baxter
and their father, Ivory Boynton
and his afflicted mother and
funny Cephas Cole, who woo»
hopefully, but with small chanci
of success. They find their way
into books but seldom, for it
takes a master hand to describe
faithfully Ihc doings of real
people. And that is the reason
why “The Story of Waitstill
Baxter" has won highest praise
from critics who know a good
book wheri they see one.
(Continued from Yesterday.)
Patty’* mind might have been
thought on 11 rely on her ugly task »■
she swept and dusted nnd scrubbed
that morning, but the reverse was
•true. Mark Wilson hurt gone iikii.i
without snylng goodhy to her. This
was not surprising prrhniiH. its she wu
about ns much sequestered In her hill
top prison as k Turkish beauty In a
harem. Neither was 'lt astonish!n
that Mark dirt not write to her. lb
never bud written to her, and as liet
father slwnya brought home the vert
infrequent letters that came to the
family Mark knew that any Hentl
mental correspondence would hi
fraught with danger. No. everything
was probably Just ns tt should he. and
yet—well, Patty had expected during
the last three weeks that eoinethlm
would hap|H>u to break up the tnouoto
ny of her former existence, she hard
ly knew what It would he, hut the kiss
dropped ao lightly on her cheek hi
Mark Wilson atlll burned In reiuem
bra nee and made her sure that It would
have a sequel or au explanation.
Marks sister lSHeu and I‘litl Pern
were in the midst of some form ol
lovers' quarrel, and during Its progris
I'hll was paving considerable attention
to Patty at Sabbath school nnd prayei
meeting, occasions, it must la* confess
ed, only provocative of \ery indirect
and long distance advance*. Cepha*
Oole, to the amusement of every one
but bia (eoiiKtitutiotinlly) exasperated
mother, was "toulng down" the ell of
the family mansion, mitigsttng the
lively yellow and putting another fresh
coat of paint on It, for no conceivable
reason save that of pleasing the eye
of * certain capricious, ungrateful
young hussy, who would probably say.
when her verdict was asked, (bat she
didn’t see any particular difference in
it one way or another.
Trade was not especially brisk nt
the deacon's rni|torium this sunny
Juno Saturday morning. Cephas mu.*
have | a visibly lost a customer or two
by leaving the store Tacant while In
toiled and sweated for Miss Patieuct
Baxter In the stockroom nt the back
overhanging the river, but no nmn
alive could ace bis employer's lovely
daughter tugging at a keg of nhtngli
nails without trying to aave her from
a broken lock, although Cephas could
have watched hia mother movo tin
house and barn without feeling tin
slightest anxiety in her behalf If In
could ever get the "heft" of the "dog
gnned" cleaning out of the way eo t In.i
Patty's mind could be free to enter
tain his proposition; could ever secur*
one precious moment of silence whci
she was not slatting and hauging. push
lug and pulling thiugs about, her bead
and ear* out of night under a shelf
and au Irritating air of ntisorplioti
about her whole demeanor; If that un*
meat of silence could ever, under Pro*
idem’i*. be simultaneous with the ab
nance »f euatomera In the front she;
Cephas Intruded to offer hlmaelf t
Patience Baxter that very morning
Once, daring » temporary lull ta th
rear, he started to meet bis fate when
Hodman Boynton followed him Into
the back room, nnd the boy was at
once set to work bv Patty, who was
the most consummate slave driver In
thewtate of Maine. After half an hour
there was another heaven sen! chance,
when Hodman went up to IJm le Bart's
shop with a message for Waitstill. hut.
Just then, in entile Bill Morrill, a boy
of twelve, with a request for a gallon
of molassos. and would Cephas lend
him a stone jug over Sunday, for his
mother had hers “soakin' out in soap
suds 'cause 'twa’n’t smellln' Jest right."
Bill's message given, he hurried lip the
road on another errand, promising to
rail for the molasses Inter.
The minutes dragged by. and again
there was perfect quiet ill the stock
room. As the door opened, Cephas,
taking bin Inst chance, went forward
to meet Patty, who was turning down
the skirt of her dress, taking the cloth
off her head, smoothing her hair and
tying on a clean white ruffled apron, In
which she looked as pretty as a pink.
“Patty,” stammered Cephas, seizing
hla golden opportunity, "Patty, keep
your mind on me for a minute. I’ve
put a new coat o' paint on the ell Just
to please you. Won't you get married
and settle down with me? I love you
so I can’t eat nor drink nor tend store
nor nothin' !*'
“Oh, I I couldn't. Cephas, thank
you. I Just 41 ildn’t don't ask me!"
cried Patty, a . nervous as Cephas him
self now that her tlrst offer had really
come. "I'm only seventeen, and I don't
feel like settling down, Cephas, ami fa
ther wouldn't think of letting me get
married."
“Don't play tricks on me, l*ntty, and
keep shovin’ me off so an' givin' wrong
reasons," pleaded Cephas. “Wbllt’s
the trouble with uie? I know mother'
temper's onsnrtln, bnt we never need
go Into the main house daytimes, and
father’d allers stand up ag'lti her I
she didn't treat you right. I’ve got
gorsl trade, and father Inis SIOO o' m
savin's that I can draw out tomorrer I
you'll have me."
“I can't, Cephas. Don't move- stnt
when* you are. No, don’t come an.
nearer. I’m not fonii of you that wa;.
and, besides and, besides"
Her blush and her evident embai
rnssment gave Cephas h new fear.
"You ain't promised n'ready, 1.
you," he asked anxiously, "when thet
ain't a feller anywheres around that -
ever stepped foot over your father
doorslll lull jest me?"
“I haven't promised anything or an*
body," Patty answered sedately, gale
ing her self control by degrees, "hu
I won't deny that I’m considering
Hint's true!"
“Considerin' who?" asked Cephas,
turning pule.
"Ob—several, If you must know the
truth;" and Patty's tone was cruel In
Its JaunUuesH.
“Several!" The word did not sound
like ordinary work a day Itlverboro
English In Cephas' cars. He knew
that “several” meant more than one
but lit was too stunnisl to deline the
term properly in Its present strange
connection
“Whoever 'tls wouldn't do any bet
ter by you'll I would I'd take a lick
in’ for yon any day," Cephas exclaimed
abjectly, after a long pause
"That wouldn't make any difference,
Cephas," said Patty firmly, moving
toward the front door as If to end the
Interview "If 1 don't love you tin
licked i couldn't love you any better
licked, now. could 1? Omni ness grit
clous, what am I stepping In? Cephas,
quick! Something has liecn running
all over the floor. M.v feet are sticking
to it.”
“tlood gosh! It's Mis' Morrill’s mo
lasses!” cried Cephas, brought to his
senses suddenly.
It was too true! The gtiHon mens
tire, forgotten by Cephas, had leva
filled to tin* brim ten minutes before
and ever since the treacly liquid hail
l>een overflowing the top amt spread
lug In n brew n tlissl, unnoticed, over
tin* floor I’atty'a feet were glued to
It. her huff calico skirts lifted high to
escape harm,
"I can't move.” sin* cried. "Oh, you
stupid, stupid Cephas' How could you
leave the molasses spigot turned on?
See what you've done! You've wnstisl
quarts and quarts! What will father
aay and how will you ever clean u|
auch a mess? You never can get the
floor to look so that he won't notice U.
and he la sure to miss the uiolasst**
You've ruined uiy shoes, and I simply
cant ts*ar the sight of you!"
At this Cephas all hut blubbered ii
the agony of hla soul. It was hni
enough to bo told by Patty that sto
ws* "considering several," but his fine
romance had ended In such nunpbli
disaster that ho saw Ui a visiou hla
\ a. o j «
“I can't move,” she cried,
life bllisten cTiiinged in one Tide? mo
ment from that of a prosperous young
painter to that of a blighted and de
spised bungler, whose week’s wages
were likely to he expended in molasses
to make good the deaeon’s loss.
“Kind those cleaning cloths I left In
the back room,” ordered Patty, with a
flashing eye. “(Jet some blocks or hits
of hoard or stones for mo to walk on
so that I can get, out of your nasty
mess. Fill Bill Morrill’s jug, quick,
nnd set It out oil the steps for him to
pick up. I don't know what you'd do
without me to plan for you! I»ek the
front door and hang father's sign that
he's gone to dinner on the doorknob
Scoop up all the molasses you can with
one of those new trowels oil the coun
ter. Scoop nnd scrape and scoop and
scrape; then put a cloth on your oldest
broom, pour lots of water on, pull after
pall, nnd swab. When you’ve swabbed
till It won't do any more good, then
scrub. After that I shouldn’t wonder
If you had to fan the floor with a news
paper or It'll never get dry before fa
ther comes home. I’ll sit on the flour
barrel a little while and advise, but I
can't stay long because I’m going to n
picnic. Hurry up nnd don't look as
If you were going to die any minute!
It's no use crying over split molasses
Ymi don't suppose I’m going to tell
any tales after you've made me an
offer of marriage, do you? I’m not so
menu as all that, though I may have
my faults.”
It was nearly 2 o'clock before the
card announcing Deacon Baxter's ab
sence dinner was removed from the
front doorknob, and when tAe store
was finally reopened for business It
was h most dejected clerk who dealt
out groceries to the public. The worst
feature of the affair was that every
one In the two villages suddenly and
contemporaneously wanted molasses,
so that Cephas spent the afternoon re
viewing his misery by continually turn
lug the tap and drawing off the fatal
liquid Then, too, every Inquisitive
boy In the neighborhood came to the
I sick of the store to view the operation,
exclaiming: “What makes the floor so
wet? Hiiln’t been splllln' inhlasses,
have yer? Bet yer have! Good Joke
on Old Foxy!"
CHAPTER VIII.
On Tory Hilt.
IT had been a heavenly picnic, the
little trio all agreed aa to that,
and when Ivory saw the Baxter
girls coining up the shady path
that led along the river from the Iu
dlau cellar to the bridge It was a mer
ry group and u truusttgured ltodmau
that caught Ills eye. The boy, trailing
on ladithd with the baskets and laden
with tin dippers aud wild flowers,
seemed another creature from the big
eyed, quiet little luil he saw every day.
He hud chattered like a magpie, eaten
like a bear, torn hla Jacket getting
wild columbines for I‘ntt.v, been nloeJv
darned by W aitstill nml wna in a state
of hilarity that rendered him quite un
recognizable.
“We’ve had a lovely picnic!" called
I’atty; "I wish you had been with ua!"
“You didn’t ask tne," smiled Ivory,
picking up Waitalilt'a mending basket
from the nook In the trees where she
hml hidden It for safe keeping.
"We've played games. Ivory.” cried
the boy "Fatty made them up her
self. First we had the ‘laindlng of
.the Fllgrims' anil Waitstill made be
Itevo she was the figurehead of the
Mayflower she stood on a great bowl
der nml sang:
“TU« breaking wave* dashed high
On a start! and rockbound coast
and, oh, she waa splendid! Then Fat
ty was Focahontaa, nnd I was t'ap'n
John Smith, and look, we are all dress
ed up for the Indian wedding!"
“I shall have to run Into father's
store to put tuyself tidy." Waitstill
said, “so gorsl by. Hodman, we'll have
another picnic some day. Fatty, you
must do the chores this afternoon, you
know, so that I can go to choir re
henrsal"
ltodmau aud Fatty started up the
hill gayl.v with their bunlens, aud
Ivory walked by Waltatill'a side ns she
pulled off her birch bark crown and
twister! Iter braid around her head with
a heightened «• • 1 ' 's'ing watched
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA.
Enlarging Sculptural
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Crocker Company, official photographers. Copyright, 1914, by Panama-Pacific International Exposition Company.
SCULPTOR FINISHING ENLARGEMENT IN THE STUDIOS OF THE PANAMA-PACIFIC INTERNATIONAL EXPOSITION. .
CUMUIICftTIOI
WITH THE DEAD
Dutch Physicians Claim to
Have Invented Instrument
Called the “Dynomistograph”
Amsterdam.—Much excitement is
being caused here by the assertion
that Dr.“. \a. Matla and G. J. Zaal
borg, Dutch physicians, that they can
hold direct onmmunieations with
spirits of the dead at will by means
of a they call the “dynomls
togralih.”
The experiments prove, they say,
thnt spirits possess soUd bodies.
A room about two and a half yards
long and two and a quarter yards
wide, and three yards high was con
structed. It was connected with a
passago bv means of one door all
other doors and windows being care
fully sealed.
The door into the passage contain
ed a small window, guarded by blinds
and the experimenters placed them
selves in this passage, from which
they watched the instruments through
the small window.
“Man Force.”
Tn the room was placed a cardboard
cylinder of such capacity that it could
contain about two-fifths of the hu
man body.
This cylinder was hermetically
closed by means of sheets of tin along
each side, however, there were left
two strips of cardboard for the en
trance of the “man force,” as the
manifesting entity was called. The
interior of the cylinder was shut off
from the outside air, save by a small
glass and rubber tube, which connect
ed it with a recording instrument
known as the manometer."
The manometer was constructed
somewhat like a thermometer contain
ing, instead of mercury, one single
drop of alcohol, which recorded the
degree of pressure on tile air or gas
inside the cylinder.
Spells Out Answer.
The “man force” was asked to enter
the cylinder. Immediately afterwards,
the drop of alcohol was seen to run
along the glass recording tube, show
ing that something was in the cylin
der. displacing some of the gas that
it contained. On being requested to
leave the cylinder, the alcohol drop at
once returned to ias normal condition
and remained there until the “man
force" was asked to enter the cylinder
again when the same thing was re
pented. larger cylinders were after
wards tried with success.
Subsequently the “dynomistrograph ’
was employed. By means of this
complicated electrical instrument, the
"man force" in the cylinder was made
to talk quite intelligently.
It spelled out word* to the experi
menters bv pressing an eleetric key,
beneath which rolled n ctrcular msc
containing the alphabet.
What's to Mark Date of
Dantes Death; Mix-Up
Rome.— Although the six hundredth
anniversary of Dante's death is still
seven years off, Ids fellow country
men are already quarreling over what
shall be done to mark the date. A
monument has been suggested but to
thrust the great poet Into the com
pany of certain other men who have
been commemorated by statues in the
Eternal City, will not be a great com
pliment, say some of Dante's most ar
dent admirers.
The most popular suggestion so far
seems to be that the state should pub
lish the entire works of Dante, ad
hering ws near as possible to the man
uscripts. It is said that seven years
would he necessary to complete such
a work. The Italian Dante Society
lilts already issued the Do Vulgar!
Eloquentta and the Vita Nuova. over
which they took thirty years. The
manuscripts are distributed among all
the great lahrarles of Europe, and can
not he published complete only through
photographing each manuscript pug’’
for the use of the compilers. It Is
computed that the publication would
comprise twelve volumes.
dr richard’ straus
ENACTS BALLET ROLE
Berlin. —Dr. Richard Strauss re
cently enacted the role of a ballet
4 nicer at the Nolltndorf Theater I"
Berlin during the rehearsal of his
For the Great Exposition at San Francisco
THE colossal figure In the foreground, "Water," is one of the hori
zontal compositions typifying the four elements, by Robert I.
Aitkin. In the background can be seen the sculptor’s model,
from which tho assistants made the enlargement. These four fig
ures will be placed at the level of the descent into the sunken gar
den of the Court of the Universe, the central Court of Honor of the
Exposition.
Holland’s Magnificent Pavilion
AT THE PANAMA-PACIFIC INTERNATIONAL EXPOSITION
H. S. Crocker Company, official photographers. Copyright, 1914, by Panama-Pacific International Exposition Company.
ARCHITECT’S PERSPECTIVE OF NETHERLANDS’ PAVILION, PANAMA - PACIFIC INTERNATIONAL
EXPOSITION (W. KROUMHOUT, ARCHITECT), AND THE HON. H. A. VAN COENEN TORCHI
ANA, EXPOSITION COMMISSIONER OF THE NETHERLANDS.
THE magnificent pavilion of the Netherlands at the Panama-Pacific International Exposition wfil be one of th*
most imposing of the foreign pavilions on the Exposition grounds at an Francisco. It is expected by Hon.
H. A. Van Coenen Torchlana, resident commissioner of the Netherlands, that the building, to cost $125,-
00®, will be completed In October. The pavilion will have a frontage of 175 feet, with a depth of 190 feet.
The feature of the interior will be the main entrance hall, which will be surmounted by a dome, to be decorated by.
noted Dutch mural artists.
Opening upon the sides of the main entrance hall will be the private reception rooms of the commissioner, the
business offices and public reception while in the rear will be an imm nse lecture hall.
The Netherlands Pavilion will not be a copy of any of the famous old Dutch buildings, but the architect, W. Kroum
hout of Holland, has combined the best features of a number of the famous uildings of the Netherlands. The roof
will be constructed of the old Dutch tile, and the pavilion will be surroumel by a typical Dutch garden.
Striking Figure of Pioneer
Will Grace Entrance to Vast Exposition Court
Twite Is a photograph of “The American Pio
neer.” an equestrian statue, which Is to
stand at the entrance to the Court of
Pakars at the Panama-Pacific International Kx-
IposKion at San Francisco In 1915. The sculp
tor Is Solon H. Borglum, an American of west
ern birth, whose studies of western figures and
'wild animate of the Rockies have attracted at
tention throughout the world. Mr. Borglum
ihas modeled the lanky type of Anglo-Saxon
frontiersman The decorative trappings of the
hone show pictured legends of American his
tory—the stockade, the tepee, the miss loti, the
croaa surmounted grave. Mr. Borglum is a na
tive at Utah and a member of the National
pocloty.
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“THE AMERICAN PIONEER,” BY SCULPTOR SOLON H. BORGLUM.
now balletpatomlrae, "Joses h's I.*-
gend.” shortly to bo produced In
I’ari*.
Tho loader o ftho ballet, Michael
t’.okm not having quite grasped the
exact! interpretation the composer
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wanted to give to a certain passage,
Dr. Strauss took off his coat and
wont through tho movement as well
as ho could. The corps de ballet
grasped the composer’s meaning and
greeted his steps with auulaus*.
SATURDAY, MAY 16.
Models
On a Cruiser.
"We have many trained athletes
aiming out sailors."
“They all seem to know how to pot
the ?not,’’ remarked the American
Consul. _