Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1918-10-17

IooC long, DuL WITH d SLlOu6 1Oho eiio't
brought clearly to view objects many
miles away. Doubtless the old mis-
sionary (EpiscopaD with this device
had observed the passing of countless
canoes and bateaux The piece is
priced highly by the family.
mo, l could not think of parting
with it," said Mary. eve have been
offered large sums for it."
Mary is a superb girl.
Lets see," she said, trying to rec
ollect some event. 81 am &c, nearly
27, now, and that occurred" etc.
Reminded that she was most frank
thus to admit her age, she exclaimed;
'Why not?" in sheer wonderment
that anyone should be diffident about
such matter.
Mary is Indian only in splendid
black eyes, black hair, rather conspic-
uous cheekbones, and erect carriage.
She is strong, straight, self-reliant, ca
pable. She had harvested much this
day. had extricated a horse and man
dangerously entangled in wreck at
the bottom Of very steep hill near
by, had driven to market, and now
was ready for half a day more of do
nestle or other duties. Her father
was white, and she is but slightly
dark. She is highly intelligent, evil
IDENTIFY of education, at least up to
the high school stage, and in all our
HE is Mr. Williams glass; said
conversation, speaking quickly and
fuently, no grammatical errors oc-
Cured. Her husband blonde, smiling
and shorter than she, arrived while
we were there, paint on his clothes as
though an artisan. Mary obviously is
the man of the two, yet woman of
admirable type. Her two children
are as much white as yours, and as
much American in all other ways.
Mary wore a beltless white cotton
blouse, generously displaying the soil
of hard farm labor, and exhibited not
a bit of embarrassment, nor offering
apology for appearing in such a work
aday garb.
oOIIC1 AOI wv hOC q III "
she suddenly called in to one of the
children, "or you'll burn out the
chimney"
Which naturally directed attention
to the house-of two stories, unpaint-
ed and frame, two windows above,
two below and a door, with a one
story addition.
Williams did not live here long. He
married Joseph Jourdain's daughter
Mary Magdalene, whose mother was
Menominee, father a French black
smith. The latter died in 1866, aged
Sc, and is buried in the old Allouez
cemetery at Green Bay. He was won
drously dexterous in fabricating arti-
cles out of iron. Another daughter
sleeps at his side, but not Mrs. VI IL
liams, who, marrying Williams, be-
came a Protestant and rests in Wood
lawn, the Protestant cemetery at
Green Bay, AllOuez being Catholic.
She and Williams lived together but
a short time, and the legend is that
she liked other men better. Williams
never saw her but once in the last
seven~y years of his life, then coming
to hr home from New York, only for
an hour or so, to get some papers.
when Williams married her in
1923 she was very pretty and very
young, only A." said the man who off
ciated at her funeral, "but she was
very homely at her death, and very
corpulent," he added. 1.-TWO of us
tried to carry the coffin down to the
road, but the load was too great and
we gently slid it down"
The road is some. 200 feet from the
house and the declivity is exceeding
ly sharp.
'She was buried in rich apparel-a
handsome silk that came from France.
After Williams asserted his claim as
the son of Marie Antoinette some
choice things came to him, it is said,
from people in France who gave cred
ence to his aspirations. That was
too fine dress. Why did you allow
it?" was asked Josephine.
"Others wanted it." was the reply,
land might have got it. so l thought
she should have it"
eff you put anything into the paper
l hope you'll send us, copy inter-
jected Mary politely. Look out for
those geese or they'll get into the
corn" she exclaimed to her children.
MANY people come to see u.s." she
added, "some almost every day. A
few Years ago a loaded steamer came
and also a barge full from an histori-
cal meeting at Green Bay"
81 s. 81
people do say it is a beautiful
place." Josephine remarked and |
have had chances to sell, but I've said
that if it is good enough for OTHERS it
is good enough for me-so I'll live
and die here, though I've sold off
some land. But I have about thirty
acres left, and that is more than we
can farm we'll
The property was willed to Jose
phine by Mrs. Williams