fear he would run away or get hurt, so we tied him in the little back yard, and he could only go "the length of his rope." I remember I said to the little fellow one time, "when you grow up Willie, I hope you will be a Christian." His reply was, "No, I am not going to be a Christian, I am going to be a Presbyterian."

About this time I had purchased a very large lot of old Cuban stamps from Mr. J. W. Scott. There were over 1,000,000 stamps, all unused, and were old issues, but not good for postage. This made a pile of stamps, some 6 ft. high. They were in sheets of 100. I paid $1,100.00 for the stamps. It was a very small price, but the stamps were not popular with dealers or collectors, however, I sold a great many of them, and also traded many at fair prices. Many of the stamps were used as premiums. F. H. Pinkham of Newmarket, N. H., published a very fine stamp magazine, called the "Eastern Philatelist." He secured from me a large quantity of those Cuban stamps, to be given as premiums to subscribers to his magazine. In this way he was able to increase the circulation of his paper largely. I advertised in the magazine and had good results. I held a number of stamp auctions, which were also published in Mr. Pinkham's paper, and in that way I disposed of a great many stamps.

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Chapter XIX

DEATH AND CHANGES

"There is a world above
Where parting is unknown!
A long eternity of love,
Formed for the good alone;

And faith beholds the dying here,
Translated to that glorious sphere!"

Y dear Mother, 73 years old, was called from
earth to heaven, July 15 of this year. She

was living at the time with my sister Sadie, Mrs. Sherman Haff. She had been in feeble health for some weeks, and the end had now come. We all missed dear, faithful mother, who had such a struggle years before. I need not repeat this, the reader knows. But mother's last years had been comparatively comfortable. She had plenty, and kind hands were ready to minister to her wants and make life as easy as possible. In the Northport cemetery, a marble headstone marks her resting place, and on that stone this little inscription appears:

"We will never say goodbye in heaven
We will never say goodbye,

For in that land of joy and song

We will never say goodbye."

Well done dear mother, we will meet you in

the "Sweet Bye and Bye."

Soon after mother's departure, my wife, Willie and I, took a trip to West Hartland, Conn., where