Argosy All-Story Weekly, December 4, 1926 — page 161: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By GORDON STILES all about the city at Cranston, Maine, ® and Lake Wannebunk, forty miles from there, up in the mountains, you will not be much interested in the first part of this story. So, anybody who lives in Sawgrass County can skip the first page or two with- out losing anything of vital importance. But for the benefit of those who are not familiar with the conditions which have obtained in these two places for many years, I will give a rough outline of the way matters stood before the events which I shall record took place. Of course, most people who are posted on business will associate Cranston with the manufacture of clothespins, washboards, belt buckles, and pearl buttons. I cannot give the figures offhand, but my father has has told me that we lead the world in the production of the above-named commo- dities. |: you are one of those people who know However that may be, Cranston is a mighty fine city, and can boast a more solid prosperity than many larger places. If it had not been for father and a few other Cranston business men, Lake Wanne- bunk would never have amounted to any- thing. It was a fine sheet of water, eigh- teen miles long, and from two to six miles wide, but there was no way of getting to the place; that is, until these men decided to do something about it. Anson J. Betts, my father—he’s the pres- ident of the Pine Tree Washboard Com- pany—owned a great deal of land around the lake. So did Horace Kenny, Archibald King, and William Hobart. They got to- gether and decided to build a road fit for motors, and put up houses out at the lake which could be used for summer occu- pancy. They took a few other men in with them, and the idea was to establish a sort of col- 471 COPMICOOOKS