real often" on the part of
both--promises which each faithfully kept. As the years passed Mr.
Hemmingway became interested in a shoe factory in the eastern part of
the state and moved his family to the thriving little manufacturing
town. The correspondence continued between the twain, and when Jack
returned to Boston a girl to womanhood grown knew that a supplementary
reason caused the young man to select Boston, and that she was the
supplement. Of course no one else ever dreamed the truth.

It was not long after Jack was established in the "Hub" that he made the
first visit to Hazel in her new home, spending the Sabbath in the quaint
old place which was within the pale of influence spread by the historic
witchcraft of the ancients. The renewal of that childhood acquaintance
needed no flint and steel to ignite the tiny spark of smouldering fire
into a flame of enduring love. Jack sat dignified and martyr-like while
the minister preached upon the evils which beset the young and dangers
to the worldly-minded. "The vain glories of dress and fashion are an
abomination of the Lord," said the man of God. Jack moved uncomfortably
in his new suit of clothes, while Hazel from her choir seat telegraphed
her convictions that the dominie was right, just to plague Jack. And
when the admonition came, "He that loveth pleasure shall be a poor man,"
Jack said to himself, "A whip for a horse, a bridle for an ass and a rod
for a fool's back."

At last the "fourthly" came to an end and so did the church service for
the morning. Jack and Hazel wended their way to her home, where dinner
awaited them, after which followed a walk under the far spreading elms
that arched the roadway, and as they walked they talked of childhood
pastimes, joking each other of forgotten jealousies, or dwelling upon
indelibly impressed, attaching episodes, the remembrance of which were
souvenirs, non-negotiable and indestructible. They had left the little
village behind and reached a large pine grove where the Sunday-school
picnic was annually held. Seating themselves upon a rustic bench, Jack
told of his life in the far distant west, as the states bordering upon
the Mississippi River were then called, finishing with his return to the
east and plans for the future. Hazel was an attentive listener,
interrupting occasionally to inquire what Gertie Whitcomb looked like,
or if Eva Duncan was freckled, or Nellie Courtney a good skater, as Jack
included them in his bio