{"1": {"fulltext": "wwy i\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0ytaui njj a, :.p\\nf\\ni\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0FFt Jr V xm /ll jj\\nr 9\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0r-r^si\\ni$L I m m\\nr-- -1.1\\n,.i v Wv\\nt.\\nvi\\n1 1 w 1\\nJuW.. -y| ^i T J\\n_^F\\nj|g\u00c2\u00a3d", "height": "4197", "width": "2770", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "U*a i4\\nJ\\na yu\\nr/\\nARDEN WEYMOUTH\\nBY\\nDAYTON\\nV\\nERVIN A\\nSOUVENIR EDITION\\nEighteen hundred and ninety-nine\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098Printed by C. C P. SPENCER\\nBrattleboro, Vermont", "height": "4254", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED\\nUb o f cf\\nOffice 10 f the\\nr J 8 18.9.9\\nRes sler of c \u00c2\u00bbPyHghf a\\n7\\n_T74, AS\\nCopyright /8qq, by Charles P. Spencer\\nSECOND OOP*.\\nwA(V\\\\3 Y\\\\", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "ARDEN WEYMOUTH\\nI\\n^^HE crimson flush of sunset lights the western sky,\\nOutlines the grave old mountain rising grand and high\\nDown on the meadow hillside the farmer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s buildings stand,\\nThe long, low house, the barns and sheds on either hand.\\nIn this New England kitchen, homelike, quaint and old,\\nIn pensive silence stands a youth of manly mould;\\nThe ling\u00e2\u0080\u0099ring rays of sunset crown his head with light,\\nAnd bring a face with clear-cut features to the sight.\\nWhile standing by the window looking toward the west\\nHe feels the sunset\u00e2\u0080\u0099s beauty in his youthful breast;\\nThe great, grand future is before him in a dream,\\nAnd fills his soul with courage from hope\u00e2\u0080\u0099s flowing stream;\\nAnticipations which remain in thought untold,\\nToo lofty in their aspirations, and too bold\\nFor humble youth to dare express to dearest friends,\\nAre his, and mark the goal toward which he proudly tends.", "height": "4254", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Another pleasing picture comes to greet him now\\nA maiden fair with handsome eyes and marble brow\\nBefore him moves with stately presence which commands,\\nAnd lends the lover\u00e2\u0080\u0099s charm the present spell demands\\nBut sounds of foot-steps and his father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice dispel\\nHis twilight visions, and again lie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s home to dwell;\\nFor this is Arden\u00e2\u0080\u0099s home, where first he saw the light,\\nAnd where his childhood found this little world was bright.\\nHis quiet life has passed upon this mountain-side\\nUntil he stands the stalwart man, his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pride,\\nAnd few the times he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s left his father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s farm to go\\nBeyond the nearest village, some five miles below.\\nThe still late hours had come at night, and all around\\nHad found repose. The midnight stillness hears no sound\\nExcept the muffled bark of a dog beyond the hill;\\nBut now the bark has ceased, and silence has its will.\\nThe moon lights up the earth with silv\u00e2\u0080\u0099ry mellow light,\\nAnd shows the country village clearly to the sight,\\nWhere Arden went to school. The large, white tavern stands\\nThe central figure of the village, and commands\\nAttention by its quaint and solemn look with tall\\nLarge columns rising there in front, which lend withal\\nThe antique grandeur which this grave old inn displays,", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "Where slumber has its inmates in a darksome maze;\\nThe dwellings scattered here and there along the street,\\nThe blacksmith shop, the country store, all clearly meet\\nThe eye which wanders o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er this fairy moonlight scene.\\nThen back upon the hill the church looks down serene\\nUpon the town below, with admonition stern,\\nThat worldly follies run at such a pace by turn.\\nHere, near the common\u00e2\u0080\u009d with shady trees and plot of grass,\\nThe play-ground where the youth their games pursue and pass\\nSo many happy hours, is a cottage trim and neat,\\nWhere widow Vaughn abides and finds a snug retreat\\nIn this her home, with but a daughter tall and fair,\\nOn whom to rest her hopes and place her watchful care.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis Arden Weymouth and Maletta Vaughn who stand\\nUpon the cottage porch and view the scene at hand\\nWith all its dreamland beauty. Now, the parting\u00e2\u0080\u0099s here,\\nAnd years may pass before they meet again they fear;\\nAlready Arden\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tender thoughts of love have found\\nExpression in low impassioned words which made a sound\\nOf harshness to his ears, for thought alone can know\\nThe beauty of love\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fair pictures tinged with hope\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bright glow.\\nHow oft before his anxious heart had found a task\\nAs thought would come, that he must speak his love and ask\\nThe testing question, leaving fate to tell the tale", "height": "4254", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "Of vict\u00e2\u0080\u0099ry or defeat. But what could it avail\\nTo speak when her indifference was made to seem\\nA sure defeat, and fretful thoughts had spoiled his dream\\nTo-night while standing there so near departure\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brink,\\nMaletta heard the low toned voice and felt the link\\nOf love hold stronger to her heart; and then she said\\nWith placid mien and beaming eyes, Til sometime wed,\\nAnd, Arden dear, I love you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Then a flood of joy\\nFilled Arden\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart, which knew no bounds and no alloy.\\nBut stop Emotions of the heart are never known\\nTo words, for even thought can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t claim them as its own.\\nTomorrow, Arden leaves his home and friends behind\\nTo seek the great and newly settled West, to find\\nA fortune and a home. The buoyancy of youth\\nImpels him from his native hills to roam, in truth,\\nWhere larger fields of action show their broad expanse\\nAnd give to strength and courage quick and sure advance.\\nHis parting words have all been said to friends around,\\nAnd but the inmates of his home shall now be found\\nTo join the last farewell. And soon it came, and he\\nHad said his last good-bye, and started out to see\\nWhat the great world would offer him, and large indeed", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "It seemed, as thought extended to the time of need,\\nAnd never had he felt so small, nor would he own\\nThe shrinking which he felt as he went forth alone.\\nII\\nWe hear the sound of building making noise so rife\\nIn frontier settlements, when stirred with bustling life,\\nAnd see the prospective city grow before our eyes\\nAs if some magic power coming from the skies\\nWas acting here below. A wildness marks the place,\\nFor all is rough and new that shows a welcome trace\\nOf man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s transforming hand. The first time Arden stood\\nAnd gazed upon this rough hewn town he felt he could\\nNot stay and find in it a home. A homesick gloom\\nSpread o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er him like the dark subduing cloud of doom.\\nBut energetic life dispelled the sick\u00e2\u0080\u0099ning chill,\\nAnd he went forth to act with set, determined will.\\nOut toward the west the prairie lies in broad expanse,\\nWhile close beside us to the east there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no advance,\\nFor there the river deep and dark its downward course\\nIs flowing. Here the humble frontier town with force", "height": "4254", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "For future greatness, standing by the river\u00e2\u0080\u0099s route,\\nConsists of block-front wooden buildings built to suit\\nThe present needs. Six months ago a trapper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hut\\nComprised man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s habitation here, with no one but\\nThe Indians to befriend its one lone occupant;\\nBut now five hundred souls reside upon this grant,\\nThe sound of many tongues is heard upon the street,\\nEach indicating where his home was left to meet\\nImproved conditions in a new and untilled land.\\nA thrill of progress marks the place on ev\u00e2\u0080\u0099ry hand\\nIs seen the onward move; the governmental plan\\nWith Mayor brusque and City Council, shows this van\\nOf civilization fraught with aspirations bold\\nTo push the present life beyond the plodding hold\\nOf old conservatism.\\nWithout profession or trade\\nYoung Weymouth sought employment in the line to aid\\nA business course; And soon the speculative move\\nIn business life had set on fire his mind to prove\\nHis skill for gaining wealth by open-handed deal,\\nWithout the shade of bald deceit or legal steal.\\nThe boom\u00e2\u0080\u009d was on, and real estate was flying high\\nTown lots were made the all absorbing thing to buy,", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "And each succeeding day advanced the price they brought.\\n^Vherever you might go you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d hear discussed the lot\\nOf some good portion of the town though miles away,\\nPerhaps, from actual occupation. Progress lay\\nIts path within this growing place, and men seemed mad,\\nFor, swept along the current of the reckless fad\\nOf purchase, they had counted gain by thousands which\\nHad served to stimulate the craze of getting rich,\\nSo prevalent in men\u00e2\u0080\u0099s minds hbre. And Arden knew\\nHis gain by sale and purchase was excelled by few\\nWho here had chanced the rise and fall in land estate,\\nUntil, in his old home the time-worn relative great\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDescribed his wealth. But then there came the blighting lull\\nWhich always follows speculative growth, and dull,\\nHard times were there. The rapid growth this city made\\nHad gone beyond the country round, so now it laid\\nIts boom\u00e2\u0080\u009d aside to wait the farmer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s stead}^ tread,\\nWith slower pace than here, we find, has just been sped,\\nTo help it on. The city property was down,\\nNo buyers now were known to those who owned the town\\nIn large proportions. Arden, like so many, found\\nHis all invested where there was no sight nor sound\\nOf present realization. With the weight of debt\\nSecured by mortgage on his lands, he worked and met", "height": "4254", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "His obligations as lie could, and sought to save\\nFrom out the wreck some vestige of the prosp\u00e2\u0080\u0099rous wave\\nThe taxes and assessments wished to swallow all,\\nAnd interest of highest rates made frequent call.\\nAs time went by with losses here and losses there,\\nHe still toiled on, and spent much time with anxious care.\\nLife\u00e2\u0080\u0099s troubles come not single-handed and alone,\\nFor each sore grievance others finds to weigh like stone\\nUpon the hearts of poor unfortunates. And so\\nWe find in Arden\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life that troubles come and go\\nIn clusters. Hardly had his business course become\\ni i\\nTo be so trying, when a crushing letter from\\nThe East had filled his heart with anguish ever since\\nHe left Maletta on that gladsome night the glimpse\\nOf future happiness had grown more fair to him,\\nAnd furnished inspiration when all else seemed dim;\\nBut now this letter granted unto him a choice\\nWhich set at war at once his love with manhood\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice.\\nWhen first he read those sick\u00e2\u0080\u0099ning words he felt a daze\\nCreep over him, as though a nightmare filled with haze\\nHis consciousness. It could not be that this was true,\\nThat love\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fair hopes and joys and fears had said adieu;\\nAnd yet, before him lay the letter just received,", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Which spoke these words that made his heart so sadly grieve:\\nYou seem to count your love a minor thing, and hold\\nThat business first of all must have the right to fold\\nYou in its strong embrace. If this is true then stav\\nUpon those wilds, but I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll not come to be a prey\\nOf homesick gloom. You cannot count it strange that now,\\nIn view of business failure and our youthful vow,\\nI want my freedom, or that you return and make\\nYour home among these hills,vand this for my own sake.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis sudden thrust had pinned him to his chair, and there\\nHe sat with limsy form and strange, bewildered stare;\\nHe heard no sound except the beating of his heart\\nWith throbs which echoed in his breast and seemed apart\\nFrom his life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s action. Long he sat there, but how long\\nHe did not know; he only knew that pressing throng\\nOf ceaseless thoughts which filled his heart with anguish o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er\\nAnd o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er again they came, those sick\u00e2\u0080\u0099ning words which bore\\nThe weight of darkest woe, all through that sleepless night\\nWhich followed. Oh, I cannot bear this awful blight\\nOf love he mourned; Maletta, ah, my all, take back\\nThose cruel words and be my love again But lack\\nOf man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s endurance long to suffer pain without\\nRelief, at last found help from facts that surged about\\nHis mind. No longer did she love him, plainly spoke", "height": "4254", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "The voice of reason, as his consciousness awoke.\\nA wealthy rival, favored by her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s will,\\nWas mirrored in his mind; and then his heart was still;\\nFor surely she had never hinted thoughts before,\\nThat his prospective future held but good in store.\\nHis late reverses shattered love that was not strong;\\nNow came a revelation hard to bear; \u00e2\u0080\u0099twas long\\nHe pondered over this, in short, until he saw\\nIn his mind\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eye, without an intervening flaw,\\nThis letter in the light of shadoAvy excuse\\nWhich told his heart and pride that they had had abuse\\nThen broke the cord of love and he was free again.\\nWithout a pang of sad regret he took his pen\\nTo write the asked release; for he, perchance, had found\\nThat resignation heals the heart\u00e2\u0080\u0099s most painful wound.\\nIll\\nA city of a hundred thousand meets the gaze,\\nThe streets are filled with people rushing many ways,\\nEach one intent on his own purpose. Buildings tall\\nAnd massive rise above the lower plane of all", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "The common structures round, and soar at dizzy heights\\nBeyond the use of bygone years. The forward flights\\nOf fancy twenty years ago, when Arden came\\nTo make this place his home, could not have seen the same\\nAs now it stands, a city rich, progressive, grand,\\nThe active center of a new and fertile land.\\nAbove the noble river flowing broad and deep,\\nAlong a sightly bluff descending sharp and steep\\nDown to the water\u00e2\u0080\u0099s edge, are seen in proud array\\nThe large and stately mansions, homes of wealth, folks say\\nAnd from its elevation, looking to the right,\\nThe city lies below, and makes a pleasing sight\\nWhen ev\u00e2\u0080\u0099ning comes with all its brilliant street-lights\u00e2\u0080\u0099 glare\\nAs Arden Weymouth looks from this his mansion fair.\\nConsidered as a whole, in Arden\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life we find\\nA score of prosp\u00e2\u0080\u0099rous years have just been left behind\\nBesides success in business enterprise he found\\nDomestic joys which in a happy home abound.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis not first love, but true, that holds time\u00e2\u0080\u0099s endless line,\\nAnd grows, in absence or in presence, more divine\\nToo often fancy fills the place that love should own,\\nFor think you that all loves are fancies not outgrown", "height": "4254", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Think what you will, but loving\u00e2\u0080\u0099s more than cunning art\\nThat moves with vulgar motives actions of the heart.\\nYes, Arden has a love to cheer his daily life,\\nAnd fondly knows her by the loving name of wife\\nHer gentle, winsome nature full of love and grace,\\nWith form petite and sunshine beaming from her face,\\nMakes her the idol of his heart. To his strong will\\nShe freely yields, yet sweetly chides and conquers still.\\nA winter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ev\u00e2\u0080\u0099ning at the Weymouth home is here,\\nAnd sleep has hushed the youthful voices of their cheer.\\nWhile father \u00e2\u0080\u0099nd mother sit there by the glowing grate\\nAs bed-time\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hour arrives. Well, dearest, it is late,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt last she said, and broke his pensive, musing spell\\nWhich left his book unread and took his mind to dwell\\nIn scenes of time gone past. Half conscious that she spoke,\\nIs it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he answered listlessly, and then awoke\\nFrom sweet-spelled dreaminess to thus in substance speak:\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve wandered o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er my native hills again, to seek\\nThe haunts I loved in my young days, while sitting here\\nOn many early autumn morns, of fog or clear,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve sought the chestnut wood to hunt for squirrels there,\\nAnd stopped in silence waiting their approach to share", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "The shot-gun\u00e2\u0080\u0099s charge; and then from out the little brook,\\nWhich down the hillside runs with sudden plunge and crook\\nWithin the large north pasture, many strings of trout\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve caught on low\u00e2\u0080\u0099ry days, when work was stopped without.\\nAh, yes the colts I trained, the steers I broke, come back\\nIn oft recurring incidents, and do not lack\\nThe fresh remembrance of events of yesterday,\\nBut grow more near and dear the farther they\u00e2\u0080\u0099re away.\\nUnchanged before me now the dear old homestead stands\\nAmid the pastured hills, upon green meadow lands;\\nAnd though there\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been sad changes in the flight of years,\\nAnd death has done its work and blurred that home with tears,\\nWhen spring-time comes again I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll venture then to roam\\nThose hills which rise around my old Green Mountain home.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut now we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll leave our friends to seek their night\u00e2\u0080\u0099s repose,\\nAnd also to the future with its joys and woes.", "height": "4254", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "8 1899\\nI", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4254", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4244", "width": "2714", "jp2-path": "ardenweymouth00stow_0020.jp2"}}