The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-28
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community. We had 1t every week for years and we had accustomed ourselves to whatever was wrong or 1nane or crudesabout it. At all events argued, it lacked the thing detested above everything else 1n Eden-afectation And that was something. bns nad naa never 6ea peazea what terrible aetion ing on Theodosias porch. I had not known that country correspondents, if they like Oliver had so much to answer for. It was really quite dread fu from Theodosa's point of view. Till then too 1 had never appreciated how silly had all been to concoct we had been doing for years between Oliver and Theodosia based on their eff erary affinity" Indeed, by the time Theodosa had finished her comment olivers items had quite concluded that literary" and "afinity" were words clear beyond Cupid's power of hyphenation
 'For twenty years Ol Mcveagh has been making shaking the poor mussed leaves chaengingy beneath my nose. 'Oh I know how he pooh-poos what it pleases him to call cloud-wrting.' He's eternalIy harping on simple facts. But because things sim pie is 1t should be left naked! trouble is that he hasn't imagination, any vocabulary He's lamentably short of verbal rament consequently his poor facts forced to go strutting around in tights! l think can promise that you'll see a change in the Eden items for the next two weeks You may not get much news, but you'll get what's vastly more important, certain literary flavor, delicacy and an imaginary element that will appeal to anyone with imagination. And I'll see to it that my facts have verbal skirts that will decenty cover their knees"
 got our next weeks Sun We expected certain tang of preciosfty, knowing Theodosia as we did, but we were scarcely prepared for what appeared under our familiar caption: "Euery Tuesday morning at the post office scith hts Eden budget."
 EDEN. Tn the "wee sma' hours" of last Wednesday night there came straight from elfn-land, man-childS-
 ". little goddikn,
 No bigger than skittlepin," who took up his abode in the hospitable home of MT. Joseph Langdon Faber and Mrs. Eugenia Dale Faber, where he was rapturously received.
 O thou Sweet Child To be beguiled
 By thy infantiIe mirth,
 Is joy supreme to those, I ween
 Who gave thee mortal birth Up in the old cloverfeld opposite Rodney's school house where the bees hum and the birds sing and the bloom mods and the sun dapples the meadows, there is heard these bright summer days, the sound of solitary hammer.
 some Davy Hlet, whom everybody in Eden knows and loves. Perhaps Davy doesn't call it a house as some of the rest of now. But let him call it the nest he knows it's going to be- And let it not only nest but castle for young loves dreams as we'll. Speed and strength. say we to his honest arm, and fulfllment of his sturdy wish.
 It isn't necessary to quote her Sol Rogers we'll and other Eden subjects of interest In the main she made use of the two styles of writing shown above one intended to be highly poetical the other that nudsingly intimate style adopted by so many ultra modern publications OIivers list consisted usually of some thirty paragraphs, gleaned goodness knows how for he farmed just as ardently as the rest of There only six of Theodosias. Naturally, her method of treating them precluded their being very numerous. At the bottom of the column was an
 
 omitted for lack of space.
 What Eden thought of it easily learned on Friday morning when the Sun reached us Old man and with them, to make sure and leaned over to Daniel Macernan, his neighbor.
 What about this here man-ehiId business? he asked eentemPuousy i9 do you understand by "Jist plain he-baby" replied Daniel promptly "Why the dickens didn't she say then?' de handed Farady.
 eff Theodosia Parkman had the runnin' of them items hay for dogs cats and houses and sich like" youchsafed another neighbor, savagely
 Just then Davy Hillet came in for his paper Hello, Handsome Davy." called Maceman "hows its little birds nest this morning."
 Some read the item aloud to Davy, and, cir cumspect lad that he was. he dropped a comment which am not at liberty to set down here
 Oliver was gone two weeks and anxious appeared On that second Thursday, for the first and only time. the of our beloved Eden was absent from the columns of the DaevilIe Sun. It day. Oliver showed battered old letter from Gilsey the editor. dated about the time of Divers return from the East Tell that old bluestockng running heart-to-heart journal compiling an anthology of pink-tea poems,' he wrote.
 That the Theodosia's second effuson never printed. It terrible blow for her. After that her ardent partisan could be irme- diately squelched by the mere ntmation of her in- ability to 'cOrrespond'' for the Sun. I'm satisfied that Oliver told but Nevertheless. Eden learned. possibly through Gilsey himself. that the second budget had been gnominously turned down. Some years later Oliver published his History of Eden Township huge huH and gold volume with muit'fudin1us Toodcuts of Eden r!2"es a"d faces sold by subscription only. ThCodCsias picture YVES :IOn@ the Othc~s and t'Ip aut',or hHd fairly odone himself in short bi~-ra3'lieaI sketch Of her. ": ! T'.s appended Soodly array of her best rcr@es.
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