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I am dividing up this little paper
into three sections, Autumn, Win-
ter and Spring, the nrst being
Autumn.
"And now the birds their twitter-
ing song resume.
All summer silent in the leafy
dale.
In spring they piped of love ln
every tree,
But now they sing of memory."
—Coleridge.
As one grows older, one hears
the cry on every hand, "Where
does time go?" Once a summer va-
cation from school stretched ahead
endlessly. Now with harvest at
hand, it seems only yesterday that
I was In a fine frenzy of planting.
I was bent over the earth—no—I
was in the earth, up to the hair,
deep in the processes that hurry
us on in springtime.
As I go about now , tidying up the
gardens, I feel again , ns if it were
this morning, the ecstasy of that
early April moment when I planted
peaB. You know the look that a
gardener wears when he Is about
| to plant his peas. He has tested
I the earth, heard a rainy whisper in
the south wind, searched the orch-
ard for his planting companions, i
the chlck-a-dee and the robin, more
than likely donned earmuffs and
leggings and overshoes, and gone
forth to sow. It Is a great primitive
urge, I am sure, and 1 like to share
ln its rhythm.
Now It is tall. If the quickening
pulse of spring with its upward
surge is absent, still one loves the
quiet brooding days with the gold-
en afternoons, the nights sweet
with cricket and magic with moon-
light. At no time of the year is it
Buch a Joy to take to the road. Our
pace Is the season's gait—leisurely
—with quiet pauses for a favorite
log or a sunny nook.
Divinest weather settles over the
land. Days of the rarest distilled
beauty follow one another; the
nights are soft und windless. Sum-
mer Is immortal , indeed , as the
poet has said.
We visit our Sanctuary Island in
the morning, aflurry of birds all
about us, their returning autumn
songs welcome, after the hush of
the hot summer woods. Even a late
staying phoebe calls for his love, If
not quite so rapturously as In
spring, at least as appealing to
human ears. Could this be one of
the pair that nested In the spring
by the old mill stream bridge?
How they called then, us they
peeked llrst over and then under
the bridge, calling, calling, us if
their hearts would break—"Phoebe,
Phoebe, where ARE you ? Where
ARE you?" One wanted to Inter-
rupt this plaintive duet to remind
them that his or her search was
over—the beloved one is right
there—don't you see her?
A little flotilla of ducks Is up-
ended in the upper pond. Not for
worlds would we disturb their
autumn breakfasts, so we tuck our-
selves in under the clethra bushes
hy the water side (dog objects to
being tucked In anywhere , so he
backs out to return to the piney
slopes where for three seasons he
has chased an Imaginary chip-
munk), to spy upon them with our
glasses. Comical indeed , tliey are.
Bottoms up among the Illy pads
and pond weeds, beginning to take
on the first rose of October. What
Joy to discover with my second
eyes that two of the flock are a
Mr. and Mrs. Wood Duck, a real
FIND in this pond nowadays. Their
colors are rich and iridescent—
"loveliest of all water fowl the
wood duck stands supreme" says
Forbush.
Two last pond lilies have opened
up to this morning's blue sky. Will
this be the last gentle day of the
season?
It is autumn's high tide of per-
fection. I pause at the old seat on
the hill among the pines where
there opens below us, a charming
vista of the ponds. Tupelos ure
crimson along the swampy mar-
gins, sedges in the shallow water,
set against the dark cedar swamp
are rosy or russet or gold, accord-
ing to their kind, while the swamp
maples, loveliest of trees, Just be-
low us will never be so lovely
again this season, at they are this
morning. It is a wood-rose color,
never to be captured again till
spring comes and transforms the
soft curves of our hills with the
new oak tapestry. Along the paths
over the bridge where lately was a
green bower, the sun shines
through to reveal the first delicate
gold of the changing clethra. The
blackberry vines under my feet, as
I turn homeward , are running fires,
while the Ivy is kindling its flame
on every old fence post.
Emblem of fall , the creeper
which has so lovingly twined itself
around the old grey bouse gable,
Is a-flame. Of this I must write the
owner, Blnce she can't be here
when autumn takes over her acres.
She shall be sent a post card, re-
minding her of some of the beauty .
that October brings to Cape Cod.
To the old bridge we returned |
one Sunday afternoon when the
wind was high and ln the south
west. Sitting there, soaking sun, j
we found were were occupants
of front seats at a spectacle. A
rough-legged hawk above us and
over the pond, was exhibiting what
he could do with the wind as a
partner. Such wheelings and bank-
ings—then a rise to even higher
air, followed by a great setting of
the wings, as he shot down to the
level of the pines along the bank.
Master of the air, Indeed, some-
times he seemed to "hang motion-
less ln the air like a kite." Such
sensitivity to air currents, such
grace In motion, is rare to behold
from such fine balcony seats. Quiet
and empty became the afternoon
and the sky when the clouds swal-
lowed him up down the river.
"Have you heard the geese go
by?"
So do country folk greet each
other at this season of the year.
The raucous caucus of the crows
enlivens the mornings; surely the
nights should be sweet with the
wild crleB of southward winging
geese, aB frost closes in their
northern waters. Probably many
pass by night as we sleep, but
wakefulness has RB reward if from
a restless pillow one Is roused by
the beat of tired wings and the
unforgettable lonely cry of a great
flock flying over the house.
Just nt dusk one night in late
November I was standing by the
clothes line, pondering whether to
take In some frozen clothes that
had hung like shrouds all day,
when above me out of the northern
Bky came the cries of geeBe. In
that magic few moments between
daylight and dark, Bkeln after
skein passed directly over our roof
top, just distinguishable in tbe fast
gathering dusk, their wing beats
abort and weary, the nlr echoing
with their eerie calls till the night
and the western woods swallowed
them. I huve witnessed a great and
stirring event. I have seen autumn
passing into winter. Could mortal
ask for more?
WINTER
The sound of the wood-cutter's
axe now echoeB through the Janu-
ary woods, I question not whether
this sturdy forester is cutting my
wood or someone's he shouldn 't;
it la enough that a winter 's day
brings a welcome sound to my ears.
Too few nre the hewers of wooda
in our countryside these days; this
la another craft that has been tak-
en over by the machines of an in-
dustrial age. And very unromnntlc,
they are. The machine saw and a
groat truck with half a dozen un-
InteroBtod looking men have taken
over, They arrive in the woods with
u skirmish; a great roar and a rush
sounds through our once quiet
woods.
Quite n contrast to tho fine
rhythms of our lone woodsman us
he works away on a plney slope,
pausing long enough to pass the 1
time ol day with a walker and hor
dog. Once, he said, in this very
spot, last spring, he saw twin
fawns. Thank goodness, I think , ho
belongs to the rare school of
thought that enjoys earth's crea-
tures in the woods and clearings,
und leaves them for the next puss-
er-hy to contemplate, too.
I know It is winter, too, because
our niit-liatc h (r.b) hus returned
from his long Cunadlun summer to
our woods. I hear his little tin horn
long before I spy him—upside down
on an ancient pine. For several win-
ters we had him for a regular visi-
tor al our apple tree feeding stu-
tion. We like to think It wus the
same one returning year after year
to our orchard. How else could Just
ANY nut-hatoh know about our sun-
flower seeds, or the peanut butter
or all the dour nooks and crannies
which lie bus filled HO ninny years
with his plli'orlngH ?
Our wood walks , so lately com-
pulsed hy lute staying two-bee s and
warblers , and evon as lute us Oc-
tober hy tbe beautiful white egrets
in the pond sedges, are now vocal
with returned chlck-n-dees, tiny
kinglets and creepers with their
soft lisping culls und their cease-
ICSH activity. Juucos loo Join the
returned host, their sleek beauty a
Joy to the eye wherever we go.
Little coveys of purple finches
ure busy in the big driveway cedar,
so heavy this your with grey-tur-
quoise berries. A pair of cross-
bills were overheard one December
morning u-top this siime tree, the
peculiar crucklng sound of their
bills culling my attention to their
presence, long before I could have
spied them.
This is the season when the un-
seeing eye finds the landscape dull
and colorless. But there is, to com-
pensate the austere und simple
beuuty of the urchltocture of the
out-of-doors.
"Winter Etching "
An etching now , my garden lies
Prlnrl y aware of winter skies.
As autumn gold blurs into gray,
Shadows full sharp across the day.
Traced with u new austerity.
I know the strength of stone and
tree.
Color has gone from the design.
Leaving the fuel of muss und line.
Beuuty is more than leur and light ,
It can be caught In black and
white. "
—B. Li, Jordan.
Never until this hour have we
paused to admire the perfect Vic-
torian silhouette of our village
elms. Nuked bough, limb and twig,
harps for winter 's winds, call forth
In UB u particular kind of apprecia-
tion. The. plum tree ln my neigh-
bor's yard Is such u thing of beauty
In spring that its ebony complexion
HI a winter 's day has never caught
my eye before. The deep furrowed
lines on the old honey locust, the
platinum gray, silky smoothness of
the beech bole, the spun gold of
Its remaining leaves, the welcom-
ing arms of the tullman sweet
ipple tree ln my own door-yard, the
maidenly form of the slender
birches along the lake side—why I
have never before beheld the liv-
ing form that Is TREE.
"Live thy life, young and old
Like you oak, bright in spring,
Living gold;
Summer-rich then; and then
Autumn changer, Hoherer build ,
Gold again.
All his leaves fallen at length,
Look, he stands trunk and bough,
Nuked strength, "
—Tennyson.
To Bi Continued
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\t„s8achusetts ; Gas Incorporate-
>:• Kowell, Massachusetts; and
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,\»raon Lumber Company, of
*•££ Massachusetts, and to all
3r
J !I it may concern.
»'!?" , its Co-operative Bank of
H
»wule (Hyannis) a banking
Ration duly established under
V i»w8 of the Commonwealth of
iff, aSiuaettt and having its usual
T . of business at Barnstable
'',"!nlv Massachusetts, claiming to
S.ha holder of a mortgage cover-
.Vrea property situated in East-
L « Barnstable County, Massachu-
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.' gtm. by PhiliP J. Druhan and
Iriane Druhan to Hyannis Co-oper-
i » Bank dated May 19, 1948, and
'ilordeo with Barnstable County
needs Book 094, Page 318, has
Kith said court a billI ln equity
fnr authority to foreclose said
mortgage in the following manner,
. wit' by entry and possession
ml by the exercise of a power oi
?".„ contained in said mortgage.
it voU are entitled to the ben-
.«., 'of the Soldiers' and Sailors'
,, '
ll Relief Act of 1940 and amend-
meats thereto and you object to
h» loreclosure of said mortgage,
you or your attorney should tile a
written appearance and answer In
Bald court ut Bnrnstuble on or be-
fare Monday, March 14, 1949 or
vim muy be forever barred from
claiming that such foreclosure
made under such uuthority is in-
falld under said net.
Witness, JOHN P. HIGGINS ,
Esquire, Chief JuBtice of our Su-
berlor Court, the tenth duy of Feb-
ruary m t',e vear °' our LormaB Milne ,
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Strlnger
' Herbert B.
SriSffl!' N' 8avery
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L E G A L N O T I C 1 8
(Equity )
Commonwealth of Maaaachuaetta
Barnatable , aa.
PROBATE COURT
To Amelia D. Cutler and Mary C.
Sargent, both of St. Paul, ln the
State of Minnesota , Elinor C.Thomp-
son of Newton, Middlesex County,
Edwrd H. Cutler ot Bethleham, in
the State of Pennsylvania, and Ly-
dla Cutler Schrader of said St.
Paul, Henry H, Cutler of Bald New-
ton, said Lydia Cutler Schrader
Executrix of the will of William W.
Cutler, late ot said St. Paul, de-
ceased, and First Trust Company
of St. Paul, a Minnesota Corpora-
tion with a usual place of business
in said St. Paul, Administrator of
the will annexed ot said estate ot
William W. Cutler, said Amelia D.
Cutler and Mary C. Sargent as trus-
tees under the will of Edward H.
Cutler for the benefit of Lucia W.
Cutler and others and as trustees
under said will , for the benefit of
Elinor C. Thompson and others.
A petition has been presented to
said Court by H, Rice Thompson,
Trustee under the second item of
the will of Edward H. Cutler, late
of Saint Paul in the State of Min-
nesota, praying for Instructions ot
the Court as to whom and In what
proportions to make distribution
of the proceeds of the sale of the
real and personl property of the
deceased located In Chatham, in
the County of Barnstable.
If you desire to be heard thereon,
you or your attorney . should Hie a
written appearance in said Court
at Barnstable within twenty-one
days from the 22nd duy of March ,
1949 , the return day of thlB cita-
tion, and also tile an answer or
other pleading within twenty-one
days thereafter.
Witness, COLLEN C. CAMP-
BELL, Esquire, Judge of said
Court, thlB 9th day of February, in
the year one thousand nine hundred
and forty-nine.
KENRICK A. SPARROW ,
Register.
Feb. 17, 24, March 3.
PASSBOOK LOST
Notice is hereby given that Pass-
book, No. H258 , issued by the Bass
River Savings Bank , has been lost
or destroyed , and that application
has been made to the said Bass
River Savings Bank to issue a
duplicate book in accordance with
Section 40, Chapter 590, Acts of
1908.
Feb. 17, 24, March 3.
IN THE DISTRICT COURT OF
THE UNITED STATES FOR THE
DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS.
In the matter of Clarence R. Dll-
worth, Bankrupt, In Bankruptcy,
No. 70655. NOTICE OF FIRST
MEETING OF CREDITORS. To the
creditors ot Clarence R, Dilworth
of Chatham, Mass., a bankrupt;
NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that
said Clarence It. Dilworth has been
duly adjudged a bankrupt on u peti-
tion Hied by him on January 12,
1949 , and that the first meeting ol
his creditors will be held in The
Superior Court House , Taunton,
Mass., on March 3, 1949, at 10:30
o'clock A.M. at which place and
time the suid creditors may attend ,
prove their claims, appoint a trus-
tee, appoint a committee of credi-
tors, examine the bankrupt, and
transact such other business as may
properly come before said meeting.
Dated ut Boston, MUSH ., this 15th
day of February, 1949. Edwin F,
illinium , Referee in Bankruptcy,
Room 1128, Federal Building, Bos-
ton , Massachusetts.
IN THE DISTRICT COURT OF
THE UNITED STATES FOR THE
UISTI' IF MASSACHUSETTS,
(n ' .uir of Harold C. Thomp-
i. n, iiuiikru.pt. In Bankruptcy, No.
70718. NOTICE OF FIRST MEET-
ING OF CREDITORS. To the
creditors of Harold C. Thompson
of North Falmouth, Mass., a bank-
rupt; NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN
that said Harold C. Thompson has
been duly adjudged a bankrupt on
a petition filed by him on February
14, 1949, and that the llrst meeting
of his creditors will be held in The
Superior Court House, Taunton,
Muss., on March 3, 1949, at 10:30
o'clock A.M. at which place and
time the said creditors may attend,
prove their claims, appoint a trus-
tee, appoint a committee of credi-
tors, examine the bankrupt, and
transact such other business as
may properly come before .said
meeting. Duted at Boston, Muss,,
this 15th day of February, 1949.
Edwin F. Hannon, Referee in Bank-
ruptcy, Room 1128, Federal Build-
ing, Boston, Massachusetts.
PASSBOOK LOST
Notice Is hereby given that Pass-
books DR 207, 2945 and Paid-up
Share Certificate 1837, Issued by
the Hyannis Co-operative Bank,
have been lost or destroyed , and
that application has been made to
the said Hyannis Co-operative Bank
to issue a duplicate book ln accord-
ance with the requirements of Sec-
tion 40, Chapter 690, Acts of 1908.
Feb. 17, 24, March 3.
Character
Every thought, every deed,
Is a deep-planted seed .
In the garden of life
We call "Character."
Every Impulse restrained,
Each decision sustained
Makes an Integral part
Of our Character.
Every hope entertained,
Every longing retained
In the depths ot the heart,
Colors Character.
True for you, true for me,
True of all we may be
Standing up, bending knee
we build Character.
Be it good, be It bad,
Bringing Joy, making sad,
Whether grown-up or lad,
We live Character.
Then bow great Is our need,
If In life we'd aueceed,—
To build only good traita
In our Character.
Walter Royal Jones, Sr.
WANTED TO RENT
Would like to rent a house for yea
round occupancy. John J. Dillon
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