Ctte  RURAL  NEW-YORKER 
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Frank  of  Peach  Hill 
By  Geo.  B.  Fiske 
(Continued  from  page  Sll) 
At  noon  everybody  bought  coffee  and 
pies  or  doughnuts  from  the  baker's 
wagon.  Mrs.  Frost  and  Hazel  were  en¬ 
joying  a  lunch  brought  from  home,  and 
they  talked  to  me  in  a  neighborly  way 
about  the  weather  and  the  sale,  as  I 
si  rolled  up  with  my  cup  of  coffee  and  a 
sandwich.  They  had  dainty  food,  and 
each  item  wrapped  in  paraffin  paper.  A 
little  three-cornered  sandwich  of  thin 
white  bread  and  preserved  meat,  which 
they  offered  me.  tasted  pretty  slick.  1  can 
tell  you. 
‘’Do  you  learn  to  make  such  things  in 
the  city  school?"  I  inquired  of  Ilazel 
Frost,  intending  to  joke. 
‘'Sure  they  do."  she  returned.  "Father 
thinks  the  new  things  I  learned  to  make 
at  the  Plimmons  Institute  are  the  only 
part  of  the  course  that’s  of  any  use. 
When  he  grumbles  about  so  much  time 
wasted  on  books  and  music  and  lectures 
J  make  him  something  he  likes,  and  he 
stops  finding  fault. 
"I'm  taking  a  course  in  cooking,  too,” 
I  declared,  "all  on  the  experimental'  plan, 
but  I’m  afraid  my  results  wouldn’t  score 
one  hundred  at  your  school  tests.” 
“Poor  lmy!”  exclaimed  Mrs.  Frost. 
“How  you  must  suffer.” 
•‘O,  I  don't  know:  I  never  felt  so  well 
and  strong  in  my  life.  The  air  upon  the 
hill  is  great  for  t lie  digestion.  I.nt  it’s  no 
place  of  luxury.  Some  day  when  you 
wish  to  appreciate  your  home  comforts 
more,  you  might  come  over  and  see  how  a 
chap  has  to  shift  for  himself.” 
“Perhaps  T  will,  thank  you."  she  an¬ 
swered  kindly. 
Then  she  asked  about  my  plans,  and 
my  Uncle  Ed  and  Lena.  Ilazel  talked 
about  her  school  experiences.  It  was  al¬ 
together  the  most  pleasan!  chat  and  the 
only  unlonesome  noon  hour  I  had  enjoyed 
for  weeks.  During  the  day  I  talked  with 
many  people  of  the  town  and  began  to 
feel  slightly  less  an  outsider  that  after¬ 
noon,  I  drove  home  with  old  Cockle- 
joint  attached  to  the  souud  but  some¬ 
what  marred  wagon,  and  conveying  the 
hens  and  as  much  of  my  holdings  as  I 
could  pile  on.  while  the  old  co'w  followed 
slowly  at  the.  end  of  a  piece  of  rope  tied 
around  tile  base  of  her  horns. 
Now  came  busy  days  on  tlie  hilltop, 
with  everything  to  he  done  at.  once,  so  it 
seemed.  I  called  on  the  local  builder 
again,  and  made  a  trade  for  more  of  his 
second-hand  lumber.  I  made  him  take  in 
payment  some  of  the  big  oak  and  chestnut 
trees  in  my  little  wood  lot,  the  timber  to 
he  cut  and  hauled  to  mill  at  his  oppor¬ 
tunity.  I  made  a  Summer  shelter  for  my 
old  horse  and  cow  by  cutting  some  poles, 
putting  a  few  boards  and  covering  the 
roof  by  tying  on  plenty  of  boughs.  Poor 
old  creatures,  hut  they  seemed  to  thrive 
well  enough  on  the  ample  grass  and 
browse,  and  probably  their  quarters  were 
less  rough  to  (hem  than  my  own  were  to 
me.  My  hens  stayed  in  a  lean-to  against 
the  animal  shelter.  It  was  mostly  roof 
and  the  old  chicken  fencing  I  had  bought 
at  the  auction.  I  made  nests  and  feed 
troughs  of  the  old  boxes.  Here  came  my 
first  income,  in  the  shape  of  a  few  eggs. 
The  liens  had  nearly  free  ranges  and  feed 
expenses  were  quite  small.  They  were 
more  than  paying  their  way,  as  it  was  the 
time  of  year  when  any  sort  of  a  hen  with 
a  decent  chance  will  lay  pretty  well.  I 
soon  had  some  of  the  hens  sitting  on  eggs. 
Meanwhile  I  was  finishing  off  m.v  house, 
using  part  of  my  keg  of  greeu  paint  on 
tin*  old  boards,  and  puting  on  a  roof  of 
thick  prepared  felting. 
CHAPTER  VI. 
A  Rorsixo  Day. 
Sometimes  ill  my  mind  I  divide  my 
early  farm  life  into  two  parts,  one  while 
I  was  plugging  away  as  best  I  could  iu 
m.v  own  light,  and  the  other  after  I 
went  to  my  first  great  farm  meeting.  It 
was  a  rousing  day  for  a  young  man.  I 
was  at  just  the  right  stage  of  progress 
to  take  deep  impressions.  It  was  not  so 
much  what  was  said  in  a  practical  way. 
1  might  have  read  just  as  good  things 
in  books,  I  suppose.  It  was  the  men 
themselves. 
IT  may  have  come  to  your  notice  that  The  Maxwell 
Motor  Company  does  not  base  its  entire  advertising 
appeal  upon  the  speed  of  a  motor  or  the  foreign  lines 
of  a  body,  or  genuine  leather  upholstery,  or  the  social 
distinction  of  its  patrons — to  the  exclusion  of  every 
other  feature  of  the  Maxwell  Car. 
It  is  the  Maxwell  policy  that  no  essential  unit 
of  the  Maxwell  shall  dominate  Maxwell  Character 
as  embodied  in  the  car  and  expressed  in  Maxwell 
advertising. 
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The  motor,  the  chassis,  the  frame,  the  axles,  the 
spring  suspension,  the  electrical  equipment —  all  the 
factors  in  Maxwell  Character  —  have  been  designed 
and  manufactured  for  a  single  fundamental  purpose 
— to  create  a  harmonious  and  efficient  unity. 
All  the  essential  Maxwell  parts  are  designed  by  us 
and  manufactured  by  us  to  contribute  their  full  share 
to  the  achievement  of  the  maximum  comfort,  con¬ 
venience,  safety,  service  and  economy. 
There  is  no  one  important  or  conspicuous  feature 
of  the  Maxwell;  it  is  just  the  Maxwell  Motor  Car — 
designed,  manufactured,  sold  and  kept  running  by  the 
Maxwell  Motor  Company. 
Brief  Specifications  —  Four  cylinder  motor:  cone  clutch  running  in 
oil;  unit  transmission  (3  speeds)  bolted  to  engine,  %  floating  rear  axle; 
left-hand  steering,  center  control;  56"  tread.  103"  wheelbase;  30  x  31 
tires;  weight  1,960  pounds.  Equipment  —  Electric  Head-lights  (with 
dimmer)  and  tail-light;  storage  battery;  electric  horn;  one-man  mohair 
top  with  envelope  and  quick-adjustable  storm  curtains;  clear  vision, 
double-ventilating  windshield;  speedometer:  spare  tire  carrier;  demount¬ 
able  rims;  pump,  jack,  wrenches  and  tools.  Service  —  16  complete 
service  stations,  54  district  branches,  over  2,500  dealers  and  agents  —  so 
arranged  and  organized  that  service  can  be  secured  anywhere  within 
12  hours.  Prices  —  2-Passenger  Roadster,  $035  ;  5-Passenger  Touring 
Car,  $655.  Three  other  body  styles. 
(To  he  continued) 
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