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"Speaking of Plattsburgh," said the Doctor, "reminds me of an incident which occurred to a friend and myself, over in the Chataugay woods, between the Chazy and the Upper Chataugay lakes. I was spending a few days at Plattsburgh, and hearing a good deal of the trout and deer in and about those lakes, my friend and myself concluded to pay them a flying visit.
"It is quite true." He seemed disconcerted a moment, striving to regain his assurance. Then he took out a well-worn pocketbook and from its depths abstracted a soiled card which, leaning forward, he placed carefully upon the table before Patsy. She glanced at it and read: "Hon. Ojoy Boglin, Hooker's Falls, Chazy County." "Oh," said she, rather surprised; "are you Mr. Boglin?"
The people of Chazy County were very proud of the Millville Tribune, the only daily paper in that section of the state. It was really a very good newspaper, if small in size, and related the news of the day as promptly as the great New York journals did.
It was he who first established the mill at Millville; so, in marrying a descendant of Little Bill Thompson, Joe Wegg had become quite the most important resident of Chazy County, and the young man was popular and well liked by all who knew him. After the first interchange of greetings Joe questioned Mr. Merrick about the explosion of the night before, and Uncle John frankly stated his suspicions.
Pop's goin' to spend a lot of money on refreshments an' it'll be the biggest blow-out Chazy County ever seen!" "I think I can write up the party without being present, Mollie," suggested Louise. "No; you come over. I read once, in a novel, how an editor come to a swell party an' writ about all the dresses an' things said what everybody wore, you know.
"H-m," said Uncle John; "I scent a social revolution in the wilds of Chazy County." "Let's start it right away!" cried Patsy. "The 'Millville Tribune. What do you say, girls?" "Why 'Tribune?" asked Louise. "Because we three will run it, and we're a triumvirate the future tribunal of the people in this district." "Very good!" said Uncle John, nodding approval. "A clever idea, Patsy."
"Ned's on the way, sir; and he'll get the liveryman to help if he can't carry it all." The Junction House was hidden from the station by the tiny hill, as were the half dozen other buildings tributary to Chazy Junction.
There was but one point where this could be made sure, namely, at the forks of the road in Chazy village. So he set out at a jog trot for Chazy, six miles away. The troops ahead were going three miles an hour. Rolf could go five. In twenty minutes he overtook them and now was embarrassed by their slowness. What should he do?
Joe was something of a mechanical genius and, when his father died, longed to make his way in the great world. But after many vicissitudes and failures he returned to Chazy County to marry Ethel Thompson, his boyhood sweetheart, and to find that one of his father's apparently foolish investments had made him rich.
"Thank you, sir," said Patsy, brightly; "the Millville people will appreciate their good luck, I'm sure." Skeelty hung around the town for awhile, sneering at the new electric light plant and insolently railing at any of the natives who would converse with him. Then he hired Nick Thorne to drive him over to Chazy Junction, and that was the last Millville ever saw of him.
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