The evening Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1918-1920, 1919-03-11

Through the Morning of Their
Lives and the Throes of Young
Love. We Come Now to the After
noons-At Present the Early After
noons-and the Henderson Girl
Comes Back from Her Wedding
Trip.
For the proper and orderly denoue-
ment of the events which have gone
before, it has been necessary to refer
now and then to the old files of our
newspaper from the time we founded
the Telegraph" up to '83. But ap-
preaching now the events in the
years 1883 to 1897, it is necessary to
take the battered old volumes down
from the safe completely, spread
them freely over tables, chairs and
Il reporters desks, and watch the front
pages and follow the local columns
day by day. For from the ready-re-
ference of those files we have refresh
ened in our memories many incl
dents that throw sidelights on the
people of our story, help to straighten
our chronology and bind in neatly to
Il form symmetrical, clean-cut whole,
many of the tiny frayed ends and ra-
velings of our narrative.
NJ For instance, here comes first
half-column account of the Purse
Wood nuptials. 1t says that they
were "quietly married" at the Metho-
dist parsonage on the preceding even
ling on account of "the recent death
sof the brides mother" There is
brief sketch of each persons life in
which the phrases accepted a posi-
tion" when the meaning is that they
got job,' and Gin order to advance
their prospects" when the inference is
that it was the only thing left for
them to do under the circumstances,
occur frequently in the text. Thus do
these calloused, heartless, obstreper-
4 Gus country newspapermen prostitute
4 their talents ANONYMOUSLY to soften
the tragedies of day-to-day living for
plain people and help them to put the
best face upon shame and necessity
and misfortune in the eyes of the
multitude.
Witness how the account reads on:
That owing to recent untoWard
events bride and groom will "post-
pone their honeymoon until a later
date" but that in honor of the nup-
tials a pretty wedding supper was
served at the home of the young cou-
Piles employer attended by sew
intimate friends" And the menu is
given-in all of which may be detect
ed the hand of Mrs. Hold and the
heart of her husband.
The village might not care for
these things,-what indeed did it mat
Y ter to those of the Photographs"
n three thousand readers in the out
skirts and the distant places that one
Il of the papers compositors had mar
4 ried the makeup man? Little in
81 deed. But someday that clipping
like thousands of other such clippings
81 the nation over-would be discovered
in scrap-book dusty and faded and
thumb-marked with age. AS the
81 years passed, to human heart some
where the value of that stiff leafed
Fl book would increase until all other
earthly possessions were be outdone.
d ToiIworn hands would turn its pages.
Lack-lustre eyes would grow moist
as again and again they read the
Il familiar lines. Someday would come
Il a funeral and the cleaning out of eff
fects afterward. The book would be
found, scoffed at, tossed into a bar
4 rel of rubbish. But what of that?
Il Our mission as publishers of coun-
try paper will have been accomplish
n ed. Because this is after the nature
of our business a great satisfaction
is our portion. We have at least
done what we could to comfort our
fellowmen along the way and share
& with them the Gethsemanaes that
every life must know. And that is
& little enough.
Turn over two issues and here on
the fifth page, third column, fourth
Il item down is something else:
Mr. and Mrs. John Purse who
were recently married at the Me-
thodist parsonage, have furnish
ed a home in the house owned
by William Stevens on Pleasant
Street and will be at home to
their many friends after Novem-
Der list.
What did it matter that the "fur-
& nishing of home was merely the
81 fitting up of three rooms in one of
4 Bill Stevens's upper tenements next
4 to the wood yard on Pleasant Street,
4 that the furnishings" were mostly
indescribably sacred little odds and
ends which the girl had saved from
the auction or bid in with her slender
purse or that Jack had bought on
installments from Blake Whipple's
Household Emporium & Furniture
n Bazaar. Also Undertaking" The
hands of a woman with song in her
heart, have been accomplishing mir
acles making human habitation out
of nothing since the days when the
caveman returned at nightfall from
the bones of their river beds under a
blood-red moon and found curtain
of skins hung before his door IN the
first faint privacies of the race.
Mary's hands were busy and her