St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1897-03-12


he and the Judge were classmates,
He's the one that died in the Mexican
war, for his country's good. lhearu
Dan'l Webster plead case here in
the old court house, when | want
more than eight years old You
know how black he was-well, per
hans YOU don't, for it don't show in
his statues, and they've never
painted a good picture Of him. Well,
| I've heard my ran'sir' say that
when Dan'l first begun to go about,
folks thought there must be lnjun or
negro blood in his veins, he was so
dark compile. But that warn't so
at all, He was just as good Ameri-
can as you or be-"
"But how about the Forrestfelds
losing their money"
"Well, you see it takes a pretty
long purse to stand such extrava-
gance and company and all. And
then their help--they never kept less
than three women in the house, be.
sides all the men outside! But it was
the sons that played the mischief
with the property. There was Nor
ris; he was the eldest. Well, | do
knows there was any harm about
him, 'cept he never earned dollar
in his life. He was kind o. literary
wrote poetry, genealogies and SIGH;
but he want at all faculized. I'll
just give you specimen to show
what he was like. | heard him say
with my own ears that he never read
an American newspaper. Now,
that's a pretty sentiment, amt it,
for a man that's got his living to
earn in this country? He was
drowned off the coast of Italy-gope
there for literary pursoots, | believe.
Well, that disposed of him. Then
there was Jim, he was a poor cuss.
He was awful wild; never knew
Just how he did come to his end.
Some say he was stabbed in fight
down in New Orleans, and some say
he was hung for murder. They
brought the body home, and they
had a private funeral. They give out
he couldn't be seen, cause it was a
warm climate, and they didn't know
how to pack folks in ice then. But
people round here knew it was just
an excuse. They didn't want him
seen, for fear we should find out
where the halter had been, or else see
the marks of the stabbing."
But Bradbury" said Edmund
hes the one the old lady is always
talking about"
J ooh, yes! He was her pet and dar
ling! He was the smartest one il
the lot, too. Perhaps he might hav,
been somebody, if they hadn't spoiled
J him. You see his mother thought h,
was pretty. Now it don't do
} young man no good to have hi
mother bring him up that way. Sh
never wanted him to work nor moth
, ing. Well, Brad was popular, ant
he run a pretty high rig in college
, and got expelled. And he dranl
awful. Yes, and gambled too, an,
he was a devil with the women
! Well, everybody drank in those days
5 It's bad now, but it don't hold
= candle to what it was then We'll
toward the last OF his life-and Bra
z died before he was twenty-6ve-h
+ used to have the tremens pretty nea
e all the time. There was one nigh
it was in winter too, and | shout
think it was just about this o'clock
! Mr.. Witan pulled out his watch, an
: noted that the hands marked quartz
/ of twelve. Now that's curious
e amt it 1t was just exactly TIL
t hour that Miss Rachel she run owe
G here with just shaw! over her heaC
and says she, DO come over to tt
e house | mistrusted what was VI
d There want but one person coul
v manage Bradbury in his tantrum
h and Madam Forrestheld would ha,
v died before sending for her. We
If when | got over there things w;
d lying around pretty promiscuou
p AS nearly as could make out, Il
e crazy critter had knocked both h
father and mother down. couldn
# help laughing. The judge never ha
- particle of grit, and he was sayir
&c to his wife, My dear, hadn't yt
better come to bed now?' And the
4, was that Teller thowing the hou
! out of the winders."
v, what did you do?" asked E
Is mund eagerly