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SIX “The Story of Waif still Baxter’’ ; j| 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 p .... „ Jfc rr '' 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. ill __ | 8. Croeta-r Company, official photographers. Copyright. 1914, by Panama-Pacific International Exposition Company, “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 . \ J . ‘W * J 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. _