Weekly Caledonian. (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1919-1920, 1919-04-23
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e:rginc; had grewn. fainter and faintc
, until it died away to nothing, sh
was alone out there in front of tn
abandoned house in the long slantin,
hours Of closing day. Somehow sh
. felt Us if she had been abandone'
too, like the old place broodin.
NOW in the sinking sun.
| After a while she walked slowl!
from the yard. Her loneliness nov
seemed greater than it had eve
seemed before not to find Mar!
Purse in the old Purse place.
She started slowly down the; hill
Bakers meadow over the way thai
used to be the finest moving any,
where around Paris, was not coming
up virile and green. The grass was
rcd and thin and sickly and filled with
devils paintbrush. The old Squircs
place was gone; two hoary elm trees
green with scale, stood sentinel now
over cellar hole and heaps of scnile
yellow brick and stumps Of fire.
place; the Squires house burned down
in the winter of '97. The grove of
chestnut trees in Cogswcll's pasture
had been cut down these many years
and likewise had the big becchnut
tree gone from the eastern end of the
bridge. And the bridge itself was
no longer the picturesque covered
affair of thirty-odd years before. 1t
was trim busincss-likc affair of
white iron thrown across the stream
in nineteen hundred after the frcshct
Of the previous winter had made the
old one dangerous.
"Oh it's all changed so; it's-all
-changcd-so! IF it wasn't for the
old Purse place and the hills, I'd
hardly know it was the same" she
said.
She crossed the bridge with
heavy heart. The location at the
eastern end of Main Street where
once her fathers house had stood had
been absorbed for ten years by the
increasing areas of the Process
works.
"Thank God that's goncw she whis-
pcrcd. 81 could have stood most
but to see the old place
again as it used to be when l was
happy at home with Ma and
the boardcrs"
She finally reached the point where
Pine street bisccts Main. At the
southern end of Pine street there is
a little slope that comes out over
looking the river. On this stretch
between road and river on the south
cast corner of the village, there is
Il little plot of grass-cholcd land
we've come to call "thc cemetery on
the hill"
Something turned Mibb's steps that
way. She had no where else to 60
Why not up into the graveyard where
lay sleeping the loved ones of other
ycarso
A beautiful aftcrglow was over the
world as she entered the cemetery
and moved down among the graves.
Half-fearfully she searched the tomb
stones yet morbidly hungry for what
hey might disclose.
She came on her fathers and moth
RS grave so suddenly that the bold
Inscriptions of the familiar name
startled her. 1t was marked by Il
small white shaft of granite with the
INC word Henderson" upon the base.
in one side was a hcadstonc with her
'ather's name. On the opposite side
,cr mothers.
"Poor pa and ma," she thought.
Even in death something had to di-
tide you, didn't it even if it's on
y the monument" But strange to
ay she did not feel so badly over
he sight of those graves as she did
'vcr those friends Of her carcfree
,irlhood who had been her boon COM
unions. And when this realization
anne to her, came also the words of
)icli Robinson a few months before,
bout her mothers lack of maternity
which had been partly responsible
or the woman she had grown to be.
Md for a moment u fierce wild ha-
rcd filled her.
But the resentment left her when
azing over behind her family plot,
nd off to the left, she saw last years
rave with a brand new hcadstonc
hat stuck out among the lazy
lecpy old stones like a mansion a.
,ong the dwellings of paupcrs. She
rev near fcarfully and read:
HERBERT PEASE TRUMAN
Beloved Son and Husband
Departed this Life
In the Fifty-cighth
VAN,