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SHAWNEE-ON-DELAWARE, PA.
HARRINGTON MILLS, Manager'
Modern fire Proof Construct on,
To be open in Jane 1911.
Taio hours fron fieai York City, Three hoars from Philadelphia1,
fifteen Minutes from the Delauiare Water Gap Station. ;
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THE NEW
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SHAWNEE COUNTRY CLUB
1 8 -HOLE GOLF COURSE
Tennis Courts Garage Boating Magnificent Scenery
In this Beautiful Valley of the Upper Delaware and along the sides of
the Surrounding Hills, Bungalows and Summer Dwellings are being built.'
For Information regarding sites and a beautiful illustrated, descriptive book, write to '
ROSSITER REALTY CO.
SHAQINEB-ON DELAWARE.
PINEHURST DEPARTMENT STORE
Complete and Modern Equipment in Every
Department, with Prices on Par
with Northern Markets
Plain and Fancy Groceries
Dry Goods, Boots and Shoes, Notions, Men's Furnishings, Drugs,
Complete Equipment for Men and Women for All Out Door Sports.
Field, Trap and Pistol Ammunition.
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M.C.C.STILES, Mgr.
Evening Star B'lo'g. Washington, D.C.
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European Plan . Centrally Located
WASHINGTON, D. C.
is bottled under the most
sanitary conditions in the
most elaborate and ex
pensive plant of its kind
in the world.
Drunk the World Oyer
Hiram Bicker & Sons
South Poland, Maine.
The Tea Cup al The Laurel
PINEHURST, N. C.
Tea served afternoons from three to six o'clock
Orders taken for Sandwiches, Cake and Candy
Arrangements made for
Lunches, Chafing-Dish and Bridge Parties Etc.
The Hay Dreamt of llie Old Toy
Ilalloon Man
I came upon him on a
warm day last fall, as
he sat a little way back
from a short suburban
road that leads through
a veritable forest of
trees and shrubbery. A
gray, stubby beard
covered his face and
from under a limp old cap a pair of pleas
ant gray eyes seemed to survey the world
a bit quizzically. Tied in the worn but
tonhole of his coat was a twist of strings,
at the other ends of which a cluster of
red and blue and green toy balloons col
lided constantly with gentle impact.
Presently I saw him fingering the tan
gle of striDgs in his buttonhole until he
had separated one from the rest. Then,
holdiog the string above his head, in a
"Ever )think o' that?" he went on dis
cursively, his eyes squinting up at the
gray-blue autumn sky. "Ever think
how we all got idees ideels, I s'pose
you'd call 'em like these here balloons,
some of 'em red and fiery, and some of
'em kinda blue and doubtin', and some of
'em green and calm like, that keep a tug
gin' an' tuggin' at us, till after a while
we're just driv into lettin' 'em loose into
the world. When once we let 'em go,
seems like we ain't got much say-so over
'em. They get bounced about by con
tray winds, an' get steered into channels
we ain't never meant they should get in
to, and most times they get stove in right
at the start. Funny thing; but it sure
does 'pear like the red balloons last long
er'n the other fellas, like the idees that
got good red blood in 'em, which is the
only ones that don't usually get all stove
to pieces. The blue fellas an't no good
The Parrot They say "Shakespeare never repeats."
The Owl (disgustedly) Well, Shakespeare wasn't a parrot.
moment he had let it slip from his
grasp, and, throwing himself back on
his elbows, he watched the gleaming red
ball rise rapidly in the air. His eyes
were dimmed over with dreams; his
mouth curved in tremulous ecstacy.
When he raised himself from his elbows
and made as if he were about to go on,
I spoke to him. "Isn't it rather expen
sive," I inquired, "to send your goods
up C, O. D. like that?"
"I dunno but 'tis," he replied, a little
sheepishly. "I dunno but 'tis. Hows'
mever, I ain'i missed a day a doin' it
for nine year. I ruther go without my
supper, days when business is bad, than
not to watch my little red craft slip 'er
moorin's. Don't she look gay a nd hap
py like when she sails up and up and
up
"O' course, sometimes she busts, be
fore she ever gets good and away. But
that's only in the nat'ral course o' things.
Can't all our balloons sail 'round in the
world without gettin' stove in some.
at all bust up right away, green's got
considerale endurance, but just kinda
peters out after awhile.
"Huh, I guess," he said whimsically,
shuffling his feet slowly ainong the dry,
fallen leaves. "I guess if every ideel that
gets busted in the world was a toy bal
loon, we'd be wading knee deep in pieces
of string and little scraps of shriveled up
rubber. It's ril sad, sometimes, d' you
know, when somebody buys a little
shaver one of these here balloons, an'
he lets go of her, 'specting to watch her
till she hides way up the clouds little
face smilin' an' smilin', mouth open like
a red poppy with the dew on it.
"Then before she's cleared the tree
tops they an't hide nor hair o' the poor
little craft foundered at the first tap of
the wind.. Little shaver's smiles all
gone eyes runnin' over, with tears
poppy mouth all trembles. Too bad,
an't it, now? Mebbe his first lesson in
seeing his baby hopes blarsted like ez
not." . .. ;