steps distant. If the half-hour-break 
in the journey cannot be spared, we 
change at the junction above, which 
the conductor will announce at the 
proper time. 
Leaving Haverhill via Ayer’s vil- 
lage, we have our choice of two routes, 
one to Lawrence direct, the other via 
Canobie Lake. The latter is recom- 
mended, and if the trip is well planned 
one should arrive there by 3.15 p.m., 
and enjoy the entertainment in the 
summer theatre. 
The track forks beyond Ayer’s vil- 
lage, the Lawrence line turning to the 
lett. The Tilton tower is also on the 
left, and the tourist sees hundreds of 
apple trees bending low with fruit. 
The golden rod is in full bloom and 
lines the country roadside. We make 
fine time, because of the great stretches 
of private way. 
Salem will have a familiar ring to 
the trolley tourist. Weare once more 
in New Hampshire, the first time 
being at Hampton and Seabrook, the 
second between Amesbury and Haver- 
hill, Mass., when we passed through 
the New Hampshire towns of Plaistow 
and Newton. Beyond the elms of 
Salem centre we cross the Manchester 
and Lawrence branch of the Boston & 
Maine and turn northward to Canobie 
Lake Park. 
Here the street railway company 
has lavished a fortune in fitting upa 
clean and respectable resort. Canobie 
has much of natural beauty to attract 
one. There is the lake, boating, 
launches, summer theatre of rustic 
design, roller coaster, dance hall, etc. 
The inner man may be satisfied at the 
restaurant by the lake, while the pic- 
nicker may roam among acres of tall 
and stately pines. 
The cars leave Canobie for the valley 
cities every half hour. The main line 
from Haverhill continues to Nashua, 
and there are branches to Lawrence 
and to Lowell. The passengers for 
Salem may return directly by taking 
the Lawrence car, and at Lawrence 
take the Boston & Northern car for 
Salem by way of Middleton and Dan- 
vers. 
A more roundabout way would be 
to take the Lowell car. This leads 
into rural Pelham and enters Massa- 
chusetts at Dracut. Beyond Collins- 
ville the Merrimac, or rather the dry, 
rock bottom of the river, is crossed, 
the water being diverted through the 
canal alongside to the mills below. 
The New Hampshire lines lead 
through private ways in cool woodland 
for long distances. This makes them 
desirable for autumn riding, when the 
foliage takes on its annual color. 
For this reason, also, the New 
Hampshire lines make the fastest 
connections between the various Mer- 
‘rimac cities. 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
FILIPINO ELECTION. 
[Continued from page 1.] 
Juan Alvarez’s party was for more 
moderation in the treatment of the 
friars; the support of Aglipay ; and 
education— but not of the American 
type. The party that bore Rosario’s 
name was for education, more free- 
dom in religion, progress, superficial 
support of Americans, and indiffer- 
ence toward Pope Isio. 
All these parties had their meeting 
places in the houses of their respective 
heads, except one, which met in the 
shop of the candidate for vice-presi- 
dent. Every evening the various 
partisans met to sing the praises of 
their idol, drink his gin and smoke his 
cigarettes. Some were doubtful ; they 
couldn’t just make up their minds ; 
their names appeared on the lists of 
two or three, or all, of the candidates. 
Election day was approaching, inter- 
est was growing; there was some 
talk of fusing the two parties of 
Rosario and Julio ; but nothing came 
of it, for the other two were ready to 
join forces if necessary. Tomas was 
confident of success—he had the sup- 
port of the majority of middle-class 
voters; but, like all the others, he 
coutdn’t trust those who claimed to 
be his supporters; only the ballot 
could reveal] the real situation. 
At last the day before election 
came, and all the voters from the out- 
lying districts came in to exercise the 
great right of franchise. The eligible 
voters consisted of those who had 
held certain specified offices under the 
Spanish regime—like Presidente, J us- 
tice-of-the-Peace, Councillor, etc.— 
those who could read and write Eng- 
lish or Spanish, those who held prop- 
erty to the value of $2500 or more, or 
those who paid taxes amounting to or 
in excess of $500. They were quar- 
tered in the homes of their respective 
candidates. 
Feeling had been running rather 
high ; so it occurred to the American 
teacher, who had been trying to be 
friendly with all the parties, to get 
them together. So he took Julio, the 
President, and two or three of his 
supporters, went to Rosario’s house, 
passed the time of day, partook of 
his tobacco and liquid refreshments, 
and invited him and those of his party 
present to invade Tomas’ stronghold, 
where he found the enemy in great 
force; but, under the stimulation of 
wet and dry campaign arguments, all 
differences were forgotten. Then he 
proposed that the three united parties 
should visit the fourth, which was 
met with rousing approval. Then, 
with light hearts, the whole party 
proceeded to storm the last camp, 
which soon capitulated, for its defend- 
ers were in the condition of the Hes- 
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sians at [renton on Christmas eve. 
Under the influence of flowing bowls 
and steaming viands every one forgot 
whether his neighbor were friend or 
foe. So when each candidate was 
invited to speak, he could do nothing 
but praise the character and ideas of 
his several opponents. 
That evening each candidate enter- 
tained his various supporters at dinner 
according to his wealth and desire for 
office : Rosario made no special prep- 
aration ; Juan provided chicken, rice, 
fish and tuba —the sap of the cocoa- 
nut; Julio laid before his guests a 
repast of pork, lamb, bread (a deli- 
cacy) and gin; while Tomas regaled 
his loyal defenders with all that the 
market afforded — carabao meat, pork, 
lamb, potatoes, canned fruits, Chinese 
cake, beer and American whiskey. 
The next morning when I remarked 
to Julio that Juan seemed to have the 
largest number of supporters, he re- 
plied: “Oh, well, half of the mare 
mine; I sent them there to make him 
over-confident.”’ 
At ten o’clock the polls were 
opened, and each voter made out his 
ballot and prepared to deposit it in the 
box. It was interesting to watch 
these new-born Americans as they 
exercised their inalienable right: 
brown-skinned natives, unshod, in 
blue or red plush sandals with no 
socks, in sandals and socks, or shoes 
and socks; with figured cotton, white 
duck or black-shoddy trousers; with 
shirts of hemp, pifia jusi or white cot- 
ton — with or without collars — with 
tails tucked in or left outside; with 
no hats, hats of bamboo, straw hats, 
cork helmets, or gum-drop derbies — 
vintage of thirty-seven; with fright- 
ened, doubtful, stupid, arrogant or 
wise expressions on their faces — all 
according to their station in life — 
stepped up to do their part in the 
election of the town officers for the 
ensuing year. 
Finally the ballots were deposited, 
and the tellers began to count the 
votes: intense excitement prevailed 
as one or the other of the two leading 
candidates, Julio or Tomas, obtained 
the advantage. At last all but one of 
the ballots were counted, with the 
record standing 68 for each. Nota 
sound could be heard in the hall: all 
awaited the unfolding of the last bal- 
lot. The box was overturned and in 
nervous excitement, the teller read 
the name of Tomas Tionco— he who 
gave the best dinner—as the next 
President of the town of Castela. 
The American teacher received six 
votes for councillor. That night 
somebody said : ‘‘ Beware of the black 
hand.” 
At midnight when all was quiet in 
the village the Vice-President was 
awakened by one of the town police, 
