St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1891-10-22
MISCELLANY.
A STORY OF Processes.

OF a classical name, nor an ecclesI-
teal, nor yet an euphonious one.
Ehere it got such name from l. am
/are do not know. | am wonder
&1g vet. | have yet to find out why
community allowed itself to
"a before the world with such a
ID me on its forehead. Anyhow, 1t
la. The post office was Turkey
Dirk P. o." the mill Turkey Fork
ILL" and, alas that should have
"a record it the church, "Turked Fork
hurch."
i Deacon Potts was the church
Fowler. am inclined to think that
sery church ought to have a growl-
n. Anyhow they had one in the
|yTurkey Fork Church" Deacon
a otts was the church GROWER, and
1e did it we'll He worked at it all
Inc time, and he worked hard. If a
lew pastor was to be called, he
&rowled. If an old one, who had
his usefulness, was to be
dismissed, he growled. If a special
kollection was never so remotely
Z1inted at, he growled. If a new sing
Ing book was proposed for the Sun
lay school, he growled. 1t was just
Is easy for him to growl as 1T is for
most people to eat.
But his capacity for growing was
never fully understood until some of
Inc girls proposed to organize soci-
kty of kings Daughters" They
lad been away to school, and had
home with them ideas to
Which Turkey Fork" was stranger.
Them gals jist want to run this
|church," growled the deacon. They
Wanted to change the name of it
Hrst, and now they want to turn 1t
Into a hea thenish body of some sort
u other. But they jist won't while
HIM here. Kings Daughters, in
iced We don't have no king in this
country, and more, we don't want
bone More, we won't have none
while I'm around. Kings Daugh-
Hers, indeedl' ~
III L heard once-though l don't be-
|Heve the story, and don't expect you
|to believe it-of a singer who had
i uch\a strong, deep bass voice, that
when he sang he split the church
|windows. When Deacon Potts
rrowled over the advent OF the
|7King's Daughters. it was such a
deep, strong and prolonged growl
That it almost split the church itself.
lin fact, two or three members did
lind out, all at once, about this time
That it was more convenient to at
lend the Little Bethel church, and
obtained letters of dismissal to the
Same.
Its all on account of them gals, )"
|growled the deacon.
Shortly afterward, the pastor &C
|cepted call to another church, and
the Turkey Fork Church" dropped
into that pitiable condition denoted
by the single word "pastorless." 1t
lis bad for any church to be without
la pastor, but it is worse for cOun-
TRY church than for any other. For
BIT is a good deal like a mill without
a miller.
Il Its all on account of them gals, y
growled the deacon.
4 1t never rains but it pours. If it
WAS bad for the church in these days,
ii was even worse for Deacon Potts.
He never had many friends, and OF
late they had grown fewer and fewer.
AVe may have to take a bitter pill,
and it may be even good for us to
lake it, but nobody loves the pill.
Deacon Potts had been a bitter pill
(which most folks had taken with d
swry face, and consequently when he
stopped coming to the irregular
meetings of the pastorless church, on
account of his aversion to the King S
Daughters, few troubled their minds
about him.
In other respects it had Jared i'll
with him of late. A son had failed.
and the deacon-grand old reticent
Roman that he was at bottom-had
made his creditors whole at great
sacrifice to himself. A daughter had
died, and sent her children home to
4 her wifeless father. He had lost
] heavily in Western mines, and East
ern oil wells As if this were not
enough trouble for one man, he was
taken sick in his remote hillside home.
land lay tortured with pneumonia,
with no one to nurse him but his lit
tile grandsons. 1t was growing cold,
land there was not even any one to
Ego for coal, of which the store was
drumming low.
We'll, Edith" said DR.. Archer, to
Edith Hensel, as he shook her hand
in his vigorous fashion, in the hall OF
zher fathers house, lit seems that
your old enemy is laid low at last
My old enemy, doctor? Who,
pray? did not know that had an
emerny in the world"
Deacon Potts, mean. I've just
come from his house. Bad case OF
4 pneumonia Nothing fit to eat
Next to no coal. Nobody to wait on
him but two little lads. Doubtful il
he will recover If he does, it will be
to go to the poorhouse in the spring
as they say he has lost everything '
DO you mean to say that Deacon
Poots is sick and destitute ?" asked
s Edith, in astonishment.
That's about the size of it, said
81 the doctor, as he continued to d1vest
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