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Paramount Theatre-Thursday, Doro- thy Dalton in ''Green Eyes" by Ella stuart Carson. Don't fail to see the greatest little cure for jealousy you ever met. Her name is Teresa R. Faith. Her two sisters, Sadie NJ. Hope and Frances F. Charity. are all right in their way, but it's Milady Faith who kills the jealousy germ before it gets obnoxious. See how Dorothy Dalton worked the cure in ''Green Eyes" Also Burton Holmes travelogue. Friday, Mary Pickford in "AmariIly of Clothesline Alley" from the novel by Belle K. Mandates. China town, as it was some years ago, with the big halls of the Barbarv coast, and the motley crews from the fleets of the world anchoring in the Golden Gate, making the most of their time on shore, is shown in "Amarilly of Clothesline Alley" The exterior scenes were filmed on the streets of San Francisco, and slant-eyed Mon- golians added 'atmosphere" to the pie ture. The same picture will be shown Saturday at the matinee. Monday, Eth eI Clayton in ''The Mystery Girl from the story ''Green Fancy,' by George Barr McCutcheon A romantic story of Love and War. Also Bray cartoon. Tuesday, Dustan Farnum i'll 1.-The VIr- ginian," perturbation of Owen Wister's celebrated novel, love story, a real TO- nance, a clean-cut, refreshing narrative of youth, "the Virginian," a quick tenn pered, congenial person, with plenty of pep and good humor. "Western." Mat inee Thursday and Saturday at ? 80.
 Town Hall Saturday, Mary Pickford in "Amarilly of Clothesline Alley" The novel from which the picture is adapted was written by Belle K. Mandates, which is a genuinely human story. Wednes- day, Sessue Hayakawa in 'The Bravest Way" Story by Edith Kennedy. Also & Burton Holmes travelogue.
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WELLINGTON

Mrs. Gardner, who has been ill for a few days, is much better
 Several of our teachers are plan ming to take in the Danbury school of methods in August.
 The boys are interested in the ball game to be played at South Wilmington Saturday afternoon.
 MT. and Mrs. Joseph Dimock and Mrs. Esther Brown are at home on tho farm after their winter in Hartford The ladies are both improved in health.
 Daniel Blakeley has sold his build ing, where for some time he carried on a very successful grocery business, to parties who are fitting it up as pearl button factory.
 The Amidon brothers, Rupert and Raymond, sons of Charles E. Amidon, have purchased of Phila Williams, heir of Charles P. Williams, his form CT home, the late Charles Durham l Ryder place, in the center of the pie turesque hamlet of East Wilmington.
 John and Tony Wostrel are enjoy ing visit to the home farm of their l childhood with their parents, MT. and Mrs. Anton Wostrel, and their sister, Mrs. Adolph Parazek, and her little son, Edwin. Mrs. John Wostrel, who is salaried church singer in Boston, l is expected soon.
 1 The Johnson family of Colorado, who were mentioned in this column in May, have arrived at their home in Denver and are looking back with l great pleasure on their Eastern trip. l Through them we hear of the opera ! tiOn sustained by their aunt, Mrs Frances Johnson Cushman of Hart ford, together with the good news of | her recovery.
 South Willington
 Miss Gertrude Benson is in Boston visiting with relatives.
 Frank Novak of New York was in town for few days the past week. Leon Woodworth of Hartford spent the holiday with relatives and friends
 MT. and Mrs. w. H. Bracket spent the holiday with friends in Norwich Louis Service is home from the New Bedford textile school for the summer Miss Helen Bridges was received into the Federated church last Sunday Wallace Lillibridge of Hartford spent the Fourth at the home of his father.
 Thomas Denman and son, Wayne of East Hampton spent the Fourth here with relatives.
 III MT. and Mrs. Roland Birdsall were received into the Federated church here last Sunday on letters of recon mendation from the Congregational church of Mansfield
 M A stated communication of Urie] lodge will be held next Saturday even ing at Masonic hall. There will be business of special interest to all members, and all are urged to try and be present. | Miss Alice E. Service and Harry E. Costello of East Hampton were mar ried on Thursday evening of last week at the home of Rev. A. D. Car penter of 126 North street, Williman- tic Both are employed as clerks in the purchasing department of the American Thread Go. of Willimantic The Wilmington baseball team de- feated the Orcutt's last Saturday afternoon by score of 2 to 4. Next Saturday the Stafford second team will play here again. The boys here are anxious to wipe out their defeat of one week ago, when the Stafford boys trimmed them It is the hope ot the ball committee that everyone will be out to cheer the boys on to win.
The Press., 1919-07-10

Sergt. Earl Gary is at his home al Hydeville, having recently returnet from overseas duty. He received hls discharge last Friday. He was glve1 serenade last Monday evening by the Phoenix Liberty band. A social time was recently enjoyed in Grange hall by the young people who took part in the minstrel snow Special guests were Thur Rhydholm Otto Held and MT. Stewart of ROCK vile who gave such substantial sup port in the program.
 MT. and Mrs. Geo. H. Bray enter tained their three daughters with their families over the Fourth. They were MT. and Mrs. Chas. Holden and two children of Bondville, MT. and Mrs Wm. Woodhead and four children o1 Springfield and MT. and Mrs. Rodney Caryl and daughter, Pauline, of Mel rose, Mass.
 StaffOrdville
 John Morrel spent the Fourth with friends in Troy, N. Y.
 Miss Emily Wochomurka visited friends in Hartford over Sunday.
 John Rishton has purchased the residence he lives in of T. M. Lyon.
 MT. and Mrs. w. V. Odell of Black stone visited relatives in Hydeville over the Fourth.
 Rev. J. M. Von Deck and family wis ited relatives in South Coventry and Vernon on the Fourth.
 Joel Hathaway of Boston is spend ing his vacation with his parents, MT and Mrs. Chas. Hathaway.
 Harry and Ethel Phelps of East Hartford are visiting their grand-par- ents, MT. and Mrs. Elwin Phelps.
 Miss Lela Bowden of Hartford has returned home after spending a two weeks vacation with her cousin, Mrs Francis Smith.
 MT. and Mrs. Paul Torma and four children of Jersey City are boarding with Mir. and Mrs. John Emhoff. MT and Mrs. TOrma are employed in the pearl button shop.
 MT. and Mrs Earl BOwden have re- turned to his home in Hydeville after spending two weeks with her parents in Union. They resumed their work in the Phoenix mill on Monday.
 MT. and Mrs. G. w. Miller, MT. and Mrs H. A. Bosworth and daughter Ruth, and Mrs. Edith Mathews were the guests of MT. and Mrs. Frank Ballou i'll Hampden, Mass, over the Fourth.
 The pastors subject in the Congre- gational church next Sunday morning will be Prayer" The EpwOrth League topic for Sunday evening will be '"The Christian and His Recreation.' Leader, Mrs. F. G. Medbery.
 MT. and Mrs. F. Keller and family of Holyoke, MT. and Mrs. A. A. West and Mrs. Annie Brown of Springfield MT. and Mrs. A. Wood and son of Som- ersville, MT. and Mrs. H. West and son Mr. and Mrs. J. Burns and Mrs. R Welch of Philadelphia, MT. and Mrs F. Converse of Stafford Springs all spent the Fourth with MT. and Mrs Philo West.
 MT and Mrs. Everett Clark and family MT. and Mrs. Peter Larges and family of North Brookfield, Mass, MT and Mrs. J. w. Erickson and daugh- ter, Millicent, and Miss Catherine Silk of Chicopee Falls, Mass, MT. and Mrs E. J. Roberts and D. G. Bird of Spring field and Mr. and Mrs. Henry Larges were the guests of Mrs. Helen Larges over the Fourth.
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Enoiish Words.

It would be impossible to give the exact number of words in the Eng fish language. Words are constantly being coined and foreign words are be- ing added to the language. A recent edition of a leading dictionary gives between 100000 and 5OOOOO words. Many of them are derivatives, as run, running ran. runner, etc.
The Press., 1919-07-10
COMIOUE THEATRE

n TON" The beautiful title the
  full of human
  FRIDAY Walsh  he Ahappy A n
  husban Claws July (Nletro) Storey by isn glw youev July patro g A all They will laugh until the cheeks ac), lWEDNESDAY July EVERY a of n Also a comedy, MODERN SEER 
 MATINEE THURSDAY and SATURDAY at 230 P. M.
The Press., 1919-07-10

Two-base hits, Calchera, Bolieau, Dickey, A. Mattison, Webb 2, Ashton, Somer 2; three-base hits, A. Madison; stolen bases, Bolieau 2, Wise, Gill man, Connors; sacrifice hits, Greene Wise 2, Connors, D. Mattison bases on balls, off Curnan 3, White 8; struck out by Curnan 3, White 8; hit by pitcher, Twino; passed balls, White 2, Ashton; left on bases, Stafford 4, Will limantic IA; time, hrs.; umpire Raff- tery
The Press., 1919-07-10

Rev. MT. F. Manderson of Stafford will occupy the pulpit at Memorial church next Sunday.
 Rev. Theodore Bacheler will be away for vacation for the next three weeks.
The Press., 1919-07-10
lndeiibIe Ink

Aniline black, parts; oelic acid, 6 parts; castor oil, 94 parts. To this mixture should be added few parts of Indian ink. Shake before using.
The Press., 1919-07-10
P. l.. ROBERTS Spring Water
 IC

l have supply of Ice on hand which will be sold to family trade at roc per hundred to stores at 65c per hundred; to those taking 300 lbs. to ton, soc per hundred 1; to those taking 2,OOO lbs. or over, soc per hundred.
 TELEPHONE 39.
Weekly Caledonian. (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1919-1920, 1919-04-02

"Raise Tom to be a minister" de-
clared Jack u little Historically. "lf
he ever shows leaning for news
paper work III fay him alive"
They splashed along through the
slough Of mud and snow with the
drizzle beating in their faces.
81 guess, you're responsible for
lit as usual" Jack declared
at was you that started out to see
him"
"l'm a-mserable--cheat, she
choked. 81 started out to see him.
But when l got there guess my
courage failed me. Oh, Jack, I'm on
ly Il woman and l didn't didn't
really know how men looked on such
things. / made an excuse to see
Martha on Ladies' Aid business in
stead" And along through the dark
countryside, dreary under the heat
ing raip and snow, she began sob
bing.
A wonderful tenderness surged up
IN MS neaft toward her.
81 think just as much of you as
if you had," he declared thickly.
"After all, it's worked out all right.
Think what lies ahead of us, Mary,
New York, princely salary, {.
working for E. E. Ezekial Mary!"
"Do you know why he laid so much
stress on honesty,-why he was so in
terested in you tonight especially,
Jack"
"No."
81 guess it's just one of those
condolences in life that are bound to
happen to the most unfortunate of
us by the law of averages. Intui-
ton tells me he's going to look. you
up to see if what you've told him
is true and then he's going to put
you in the place where he thought
his own son was "safe" enough to
occupy"
ellis son? What about his SOM"
"Did he say anything about any
sorrow that'd come to him today?"
Mop
"Jack, young Teddy Ezekial has
just taken a lot of his fathers money
entrusted to him and spent it on Mibb
Notwithstanding to do with
her singing!"
Up the road ahead came CLEAN
of mellow light.
They were approaching home.
Weekly Caledonian. (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1919-1920, 1919-04-02
CHAPTER XIII.

We Go to Funeral and Hear DR..
Dodd Preach a Sermon One Late
Winters Afternoon In a Little
Country Farmhouse.
We got off the paper at noon, the
day of the funeral, to give us time
to dress and reach the Purse place
by two o'clock. Looking back upon
it now from the perspective of years,
it seems as though that service and
time of sorrow was like a scene from
play OF something we have read in
book. Yet the sermon which ma
turing doctor" Dodd preached that
day has ever remained in our men,
Dry, standing far and above a hun
dred funeral sermons we have heard
preached since. We turn back to the
1896 file, to place it down here ver-
batim:
"Friends," he said "-the ritual of
our church DEGREES that we should
cruelty open such pretty service as
this, with the thought and the words:
Dust to dust, and Ashes to Ashes.'
But I am not going to follow the RI
tual of our church in the few remarks
Weekly Caledonian. (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1919-1920, 1919-04-02

The next morning before seven
o'clock, Tommy Purse brought a note
into town and up to Sans house. 1t
was from Mary.
"Boys," said Sam at the office a
half hour later,-"Jack Purse has the
grip. And that isn't ll,-when he
RECEIVERS he's going to leave us! Mary
sent word this morning that as soop
us he gets better he'stgolng to work
for old man Ezekial--in New York;"
Great was the CONSERVATION in our
Darkroom for the rest of that day.
Along toward three o'clock that af-
ternoon our front door opened to
admit-royalty. None other than old
E. E. EZekial stood there-the first
time he had ever been in the "Telc-
graph" Office since he had bought his
summer place in Paris decade be-
fore.
81 want a half-hour's talk with Mr..
Hod," he announced. His features
were care-worn and his eyes tired.
The sorrow of disappointment in his
son was eating far more deeply into
his tough old heart than many of US
knew. otis about young Purse. l
understand he's been working here"
Sam led the way into his private
office and closed the door. They were
closeted for an hour and when the
door was opened the little room was
foul with stale cigar smoke. Old
Man Ezekial went out.
"Old Zeke just gave me an earful
of news, Bill" said Sam. "But I don't
know whether it's square deal to
him to publish it or not. You know
his boy Ferdinand got mixed up with
Mibb Truman just after Herb disap-
peared and she came back to try to
raise some CASH."
EYES,"
ale followed her to New York and
she's been carrying on with him more
or less ever since. Anyhow, he's fall
len for her. He took lot of his dads
money and backed her on the stage.
And now she's left him-with success
coming to her-and gone on her own"
"But what's become of Mibb's
mother?"
81 don't know. Nobody does. At
ter Mibb got her divorce for Herbs
desertion, she dropped out of sight.
You'd probably find her in some OBJ
scure little place where she isn't
known, running a boarding house."
C. and telling her toubles to any
one who'll listen"
eyes," Sam confirmed.
"What lot of queer people there
are in the world. Sometimes I Won
der what the good God must think
of some of the specimens that have
slipped by, little narrow-minded,
self-centered people who seem to
think the world was especially
"Oh WE'LL" sighed Sam, Gods
got to have somebody I suppose, to
fill the far places"
And he lighted his pipe philosophi-
cally.
The days went by. Mike Clarity
assembled into the seat of the mighty,
meaning the foremanship Of our back
Office. He was big-bodied, white
eyebrowed Irishman. who never wore
a printers apron and always gave the
impression that he was only holding
the job down for few minutes dur
ing somebody's absence. But he did
get the work out of the help. Getting
to press on time was his speciality.
There were many cuss-words; some
Weekly Caledonian. (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1919-1920, 1919-04-02

work ana worry. when q man faces
the proposition of bringing up six
boys and educating them on the
wages of printing Office, he realizes
that unless he gets into business
sometime, sooner or later, he's 60
ing to give out. Maybe I'm reaching
that time"
"six boys! Have you got six
boys?"
eyes, sir!"
"And a wife that goes around look
ing for capital for her husbands
business"
"Yes,"-miserably.
"Wait minute, young man,-don't
be in such damned hurry"
The canny old financier and dealer
in human nature saw suddenly dis
traught, over-taxed, grimly honest
young workingman who had reached
place in life's struggle where he
knew not how to turn or what to do.
He took note of the high forehead,
the fine face, the direct eyes, the
threadbare clothes, the bonifide en-
barrassment. And something in the
picture touched him. Maybe the
melancholy November night had
something to do with it--and the
rain tapping against the glass. May
be it was the sorrow which had come
to the old man that week of which
our townspeople at the time had
learned nothing. Maybe it was
something deep within the reference
to six growing boys and wife who
went after capital for her husband.
Anyhow, old man Ezekial was sud-
denly kind,-just very human and
sympathetic old man who came a.
round the corner of his desk and
showed an enormous leather chair
before the blazing logs for Jack and
brought forward another for HIM
self.
"Sit down, young man." he invited.
"Sit down and let's visit for little
while. You look sort of played out"
"But your time is"
"I'm tired of business tonight. 1t
would be we'll for me if I laid it aside.
I was only busying myself try
Weekly Caledonian. (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1919-1920, 1919-04-02
CHAPTER XII

Life is Mixture of Smiles and Tears
Indeed and Having Smiled With
Our Story Folk at Sundry Seasons
in This Story, We Are Called Upon
Now to Enter on a Quiet Solemn
Time and Shed Tear for Chas-
tisement of the Almighty
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<(rTI ~1~~r~199 --By-
TIC A1ICdIC1 \1AOA y William Dudley Policy

Aroo~ Novel the Editor The Evening Cean about hs Vermont town St.
of Msuh
Weekly Caledonian. (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1919-1920, 1919-04-02

tears. But he put system in our Of
flee and brought praise from our adj
vertiserS.
The days went by, indeed-seven Of
them.
| Then the horse-faced servant from
Preston Hill came in one afternoon
and wanted to know if we had heard
anything about John Purses condi-
ton. Mr.. Ezekial was returning to
New York on the following day and
he couldn't hold the place he had for
Jack open indefinitely.
1--WE haven't heard anything be-
yond what there's been in the paper," "
Sam replied. "But for the sake OF
Jacks future I'll take Il run out this
evening and try and get something
definite for Mr.. Ezekial. 1t would
be hard luck if Jack lost this oppor-
tunity through prolonged illness"
Sam drove out to the Purse place
in one of Uncle Joe Folders livery
rigs. At half-past eleven at night
I was awakened by the ominous ring
ing of my own door-bell. Sam stood
out in the frosty moonlight.
"Bill," he said, oh God, Bill
Jacks grip has gone into pneumo-
MIA, and he's taken Il turn for the
worse! Bill, you better get in and
come back with me. Because-Jack
isn't cXpected-to live-until morn
ingw
We spoke not word as we drove
those six miles through the crystal
white winter country. sat for the
entire distance badly cramped by an
oxygen tank which Sam had procured
from the Metropolitan Drug Store.
Far across the crusted winter fields
where swept gusts of nipping air,
I saw ruddy lights at last. Every
room in the Purse house appeared
lighted.
We met DR.. johnson at the TIRES
hold of the room off the kitchen-the
little side bedroom that for years had
been Mary's mothers.
you've brought the Tank" he
demanded.
EYES," said Sam huskily.
"I'm afraid it's useless. Mary
waited too long. She depended too
much on home remedies, thinking it
was only bad cold that he had"
"Where is Nary"
ain there with him"
"Can we go in?"
eyes"
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Mary was sitting on the edge OF the
bed holding Jacks hand. She raised
her face blankly as we entered. The
situation was too sinister, too intense
for such trifles as recognition. She
looked at us and then turned hel
gaze back down on Jacks sleeping
face. But in that instant we saw that
Mary Purse was old. Her face was
sunken. Her eyes were hollow. Hel
hair was sprinkled with gray.
# :. 1t 81
Sam walked the floor-ceaselessly
up an down the farmhouse dining
room, carrying and comforting a
little boy who was persistent in
whimpering and breaking the silence
of that mouse because he could not
have his mother. l sat in the arm
chair and tried to comfort young
Tom, age eleven, who was old enough
to realize much that was taking place.
But it was all u bungled job at best.
The other boys were asleep, never
knowing alas, the meaning of the
long watches of that night.
Along toward four o'clock, under
the influence of the oxygen though
still struggling with his breathing,
Jack rallied, came to consciousness
and opened his eyes.
His gaze met the face of his wife.
Her features and the faces of those
about his bed, seemed to tell him the
worst. r.
perhaps, I wouldn't have made
good, at Mr.. Ezekial's office, after
ALL" he whispered weakly SO that
Mary had to bend down to catch the
words. "Nevermind! Some
other time! Oh Mary! You
were better wife than I was hus-
band. You-will-be-a better
mother than was father. I'll try
again-some other time!"
There was a gentle pressure of
his hand.
Some-other-time!
Mary put her free hand suddenly to
her eyes. Otherwise there was no
sound, no motion, in that room.
And Jack Purse went home.
When the bright sun rose on the
frozen winter morning and glinted
afar over drifted New England hills
and started the icicles dripping,
dripping, dripping on thousand
farmhouse eaves,-only the husk Of
Jack Purse lay under a sheet upon
the bed.
Oh, that our story could have
been turned differently here! Oh, that
indeed this were fiction with puppet
characters who might be pushed for
ward or pulled backward, this way
and that, to please an authors fancy.
But it is the hum-drum chronicle
of ordinary people in an ordinary
American town, and things often
alas far too often-turn thus in life,
and are beyond the power of a poor
country newspaperman with dandruf
on his collar and ink ground into his
fingers, to alter or detract.
This is the great consolation; the
great remuneration; That if John
Purse had not gone from us, perhaps
we would never have been privileged
to write the story of his widow and
call the tale The Greater Glory.
During the thirty-seven years in
which we have been publishing a
newspaper, it follows that we have
written many, many obituaries. But
no obituary has ever meant to
us exactly what Jack Purses stood
for, for without wishing to pose as
heartless or unduly calloused we may
set it down that the hundreds of
others have been the material with
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Vi.
'epeated the finan-
:ot your wife here.
think that l had?"
7 know it. Her
out in front"
aised a bushy eye
what would your
ere fol?"
G was coming to
for my business"
know any better.
and how men look
nd that sentiment
.e only understood
chance Of making
securing the ochre
ed so many times
. was going to see
o."
lat on earth are you
Who are you, any,
lrse. I'm foreman
paper office.
; you're all wrought
ng here to ask you
e hasn't been here
ney."
and relieved 9.
, is to apologize"
Id prompt her to do
That kind of a wife
yhow?"
l Deserve" Jack
moved toward the
, young man! This
come in here and
stify an old fellow.
III this, anyhow"
a story to bother
e only taking your
ldge of that. What's
you? Are you ill.,"
up with over
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tary desk at the north side he saw
Il very clean and white elderly
man facing hm,-a William H. Taft
of a man with a substantial jaw, not
unkindly eyes, and heavy white NOUS
tache.
But there was no woman!
For Il moment Jack stood gaping
like an idiot.
"Where's my wife," he demanded.
The elderly man laid his pen across
a mammoth bronze inkwell.
"Your WHAT" he demanded sharp
ly.
"My wife! Where is she? I
thought she was here!
Old Zeke, during his long career
in Boston, New York and Chicago,
had met up with many fanatics. But
here was specimen that puzzled
him. Ovcr-brilliant eyes, snow
splashed clothes, muddy shoes, ner-
vous and not over-clean hands-Jack
Purse was not one to inspire conf
dencc in any scheme involving the in
vestment of money. Jack realized
this perfectly. He had not come for
money. He had come for his wife.
And his wife-wasnt here. He felt
like a condemned man on the scaffold
who has stceled himself for the shock
of the sprung trap and the hanging
been suddenly interrupted. AS for
the very clean and very white old
man, Immediately he scnsed some
sort of conspiracy. Yet he was
mystifed. In his own home, SUI