Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1889-01-07
Out of the Shadows.


though nurtured in the bosom of adj
versitv. Loves sunshine expands
and strengthens the bliss of all that
is human.
Where homes are temples, and fire
sides become affairs. this tale begins
and ends. It's chief characters are n
man and a woman and little child.
In the days when they who knew
little boosted loudly. When sore
trouble was upon the land and bitter
ness was in the hearts of its ablest
and bravest. When the whole coun-
trv was beneath 4 pail whose folds
were bloodstained. When mothers
went in solitude, and lone wives re-
fused tobe comforted. When sisters
bowed their faces to the earth, strick-
en- by anguish inexpressible in words.
When other dear ones, not welded,
but promised in marriage, read the
war bulletins. through hot tears that
blinded vision, or nervously listened
for footsteps that would never be
heard again save in ftful dreams of
a happiness that was not to be. When
loving fathers, hardening to dutys
trumDet voice. followed valorous sons
and. in their comradeship, met death
where brother smote brother. When
military blunders were more frequent
" debated than victories were cheer
ed. Then it was that woe halted not
Mt the threshold. Gloom was ma
tons canopy, while distrust, grim
chamberlain of statestaft, frowned
menacingly. 1t was a time when
warehouses were changed into hospit-
ais. for wounded and dying heroes
were many.
A terrible battle had been fought
for three days. Its record, written
and rewritten, placed Gettysburg
higher on the roll of soldierly achieve
ment than either Marathon or Water
loo. The blue and the gray in cone
red burial blent," their number thirty
thousand. At nightfall of Pickett's
fateful day Capt. John Robinson was
counted with the slain.
On the platform at Elsinore.
This opening scene of Shake
speare's grandest tragedy is chosen
by its name only as principal locality
of an American story.
Sweetest are the syllables of affec-
ton when memory haunts the heart,
when the brain is peopled with living
thoughts of the dead past. So names,
like historical episodes, often repeat
themselves. Fond recollection holds
dominion over men everywhere.
At the head of that narrow, rocB
cIasped marine passage between Den
mark and Sweden, by which the tur'
bulent waters of western Russia are
carried into the North sea, sits time
battered Elsinore, immortalized IL
poesy and romance. Far beyond TIT
snow crested pillows of Atlantic
mighty sweep, half way across thu
continent which separates that oceal
from the broader unfathomed eN
panse dividing Orient and Occldent
nesting amid hills whose summit
almost touch heavens cloud wrappe'
finger tips, close by woodland border
ed lakes, placid in purity, is mod
ern Elsinore, called so by Danish I'M
migrants in honor of their birth home
never forgotten, never to be slighte
in hearthstone communion.
You will scarcely find the plac
upon densely crowded maps of tn
period. 1t is yet village, beautlft
in its freshness the germ of a bust
ling, noisy, cumulative town, destlne
to be noted and much talked abor
as one of the landmarks in new civ
ilization.
To this village near the 81 Ky retlec
mo lakes had come, in his you'll
Bertel HENDERSON. In the little co
ony his uncle Osric was a believe
leader: wise, polite and charitabl
Having no children, he sent forth
Rertel to Join his household and he
+o Gather a fortune from the harves
of bountiful, sun kissed pralrie
Bertel was an orphan. Grateful f
the home and arms opened to him
America, the boy worked hard to l
crease Osric Hendriksen's world
store. Prosperous in their husban
~. comfort smiled where the lab
hymn was cheerily sung.
So the peaceful years glided {
Osric Hendriksen, old and worn, fol
ed his hands one radiant summer
ening and passed the boundary
life. 1t was not BartePs first sorro
but it came when grief makes Gle
impression. Standing by the gra
where kind and reverent neighb
had laid his dead benefactor,
young heir felt that none OF tn
friends had ever known the
wealth of Osric Hendriksen's hei
Yes: one there might be AS Bel
passed from the quiet churchyar
maiden's soulful eyes met his. L.
and sympathy were mingled in
glance. Christine Walden, gentle
beautiful, gave him her woma
tears /; for she, likewise an orph
had learned to bless the noble vii
of him who was gone forever. 1
tel Hendriksen was not alone.
The second Christmas after Fat
Osric's death how merrily the b
.,oalod in F1sinOre There wa