Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1899-08-15
The Sixth
Mrs, Washane,
She Subdued the Crankiest
Man In PottsvilIe.

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People generally in Pottsville pitIed
the new Mrs. Washane that was to
be. Not that Pottsville people were &C.
quainted with her and allowed their
acquaintanceship to run riot with their
sympathies. Not SO. They knew Of
her by hearsay only, as a widow
Widow Douglas, they believed. Of
Green Meadows.
But they did know John Washane
that was enough to know-JOhn
Washanc, who had placed less than
year ago the plain yet touchingly in
scribed stone to the fifth Mrs. Wash
ane. The first Mrs. Washanes stone
testified that none knew her but to
love her." the second, "Her price was
above rubies." Mrs. Washane, third,
was lamented as one who had done
what she could;" the fourth, as lone
whom the heart Of her husband could
safely trust in while No. SIS epitaph
was, "She always made home happy"
And now No. 6 was about to be Of
fered at the connubial altar-so said
Pottsvillans.
1t was talked over at the various
sewing circles. and suggestions were
offered, motions made and carried as
to the best way in which to apprlse
the new Mrs. Washane to be of her
unenviable prospect, and one day, as 1t
happened only week prior to the
marriage. an anonymous epistle found
it's way to the Widow Douglas Of
Green Meadows. 1t ran thus:
Dear Friend-Though strangers to you we feel
it incumbent upon us to write you ere you take
upon yourself the VOWS Of connubial obedience to
one john Washane Of Pottsville. He is good
man. He is an honest man. He Is a generous
man. But truth compels to state that in
spite of many virtues he has worried his many
former wives into untimely graves by nagging
and bossing. That this may not be your fate IS
the wish and prayer of Your WELL WIsHERs.
The Widow Douglas read the letter,
a curious little frown, which was half
a smile showing itself as she perused
the anonymous missive.
The wedding ceremony was over.
Mrs. Washane, sixth, was an accom-
plished fact, and the twain, now one,
having driven in their own hired hack
all the way from Green Meadows to
Pottsville, were about to enter the
house which Sally Lancaster had with
indignant vehemence got In readiness
to receive the bride.
"And now, John, as soon as we can
get our clothes changed l think that
you had better hang that gate While
am getting supper. l noticed 1t Says"
u-Lucia-wh-what" John Wash
ane was plainly astonished at the ad-
monitory tone Of his new made help
mate. Mrs. Washanes answer was
tritle disturbed in tone, though
sweet.
81 hope, John, that you're not going
to annoy me by causing me to repeat
my words. My dear departed husband
always paid close attention when
spoke. said, You'd better hang that
gate as soon as you get your everyday
clothes ON, as it Says So"
Thus was the beginning Of John
Washane's sixth marital venture. When
he came into the house, he was urged
to take off his boots at the thresh-
old and reminded, 'Never did thus
have to address my first husband"
Constantly was the statement made:
what would my dear partner Douglas
have thought had been obliged to ask
him to bring up coal? Dear George
would never have failed to procure
the best of meats and butter" Until
at last John Washane became accus-
toned to the oft repeated assertions
and actually felt that, compared with
the late George Douglas, he, John
Washane, was an outcast and a vii
lain. No longer did he refer to Susan
Matilda, Jennie, Carrie and Mary as
patterns for all future housewives to
COPY. What were they as compared
with her to whom the sainted Douglas
had bowed in allegiance before? His
voice took on humbled cadence Wher
he spoke to or of his Lucia. His? How
had he ever dared to WOO this piece OF
perfection? How had he been so ia
vored to win her?
He referred to his own unworthfness
one day to neighbor lately moved III
to the town, a man who years Derort
had lived in Green Meadows.
GAS | think of her former partner
wonder what she saw IN me ina
should lead her to renounce the name
of George Douglas. 1t may be tina
she saw my need and, as II We're, wal
willing to snatch me as brand from
the burningAwhat were you about tt
say, Lawton"
"You never knew George Dougla
personality
John shook his head.
"But you did, dare say, by reputa
ton at least"
Mr.. Lawton grinned.
81 did" he said, with silent, mirth
full chuckle. "And so you are the MAJ
that married Lucia Douglas. A goo
woman she and clever one. Blu
George Douglas-well, yes. i knew
him. too-lots of folks did-the gro
shop keepers best Of all. Though
that he was a kind Of saint, did yor
Well, now, Lucia didn't when he use
to beat her till she was nearly deat
: and she didn't when he stole Parse
Grants colt; nor she didn't when
used to swear blue streaks at her; NJ
when she used to have to keep herse
, and him from starving by taking
: washing oh, she didn't think him
A saint till he up and died in the quite
= relieving her Of nuisance. min
y how she broke down when we tol
e her he was dead and said: He's dor