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THE NORMAL RECORD. little band had lost, through death, nearly half of its members. Mary's father had been one of the first to be stricken, and the poor girl, left alone in her sorrow, had tried to bury it by filling her life full of helpfulness to others. Not a home in the Colony but had known her sweet presence and looked eagerly for her "coming and going, now to the grave of the dead, and now to the bed of the dying." One heart at least had grown stronger in its love of the Puritan maiden. John Allerton had followed Mary over the sea from "bonnie England', to bleak Plymouth Colony. The girl had only shown a friendly interest in the handsome, genial young fellow, and his words of love, although often in his heart, had never been spoken. During the siege of sickness and sadness, John had often helped Mary in her loving ministerings, but in the spring he, too, was taken and lay for many weeks near the Valley of the Shadow. Mary patient, courageous and strong, had taken her place as a friend by his bedside. Every home was in such great distress, that all those in health found it their duty to do all they could to relieve th suffering. Even rough Captain Standish, and godly Elder Brewster took their places in the saddened homes, nursing and caring for the sick, tending to the little ones, and even burying the dead. Therefore, Mary took her place by John's bedside, and it was through her ceaseless caring and watching that health was now slowly returning. But new feelings had entered the heart of Mary. Just when John seemed to be drifting away from her, she began to realize her love for him, and what it would mean to her if he were taken. So as soon as he was on the road to recovery, she left him to the care of others, and had not seen him since. Now, on this Thanksgiving Day, John was to come out into the sunshine for the first time since his illness, so Captain Standish had told her as he stopped on his way to the Governor's house. No wonder her heart jumped at the news of the festival. Such bustling about as there was in the village! Such a harvest those grave men garnered in, and such great preparations were made for the feast day! The great golden pumpkins must be cut into rings to dry. the corn husked, the home-made beer brewed, so each one had his own part to do. They were to have guests, too, for, to show how great was the friendship between the white man and red man, the Governor had desired that Sachem and his broves be invited to the feast. At last, the anticipated day arrived. In Mary's heart particularly, the thanksgiving spirit dawned pure and bright. She was up early, and after a few hours, took her little offering over to the Elder's home. As she walked along, she thought of what the day meant to her,—John out for the first time, soon again to be as strong and brave as he had ever been,—and her cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled with the thought. She met a number of people going to and from the Elder's house, and she looked so bright and gave such cheery greetings that the grave Puritans smiled to one another saying, "Mary seemeth like her old self again. It were time she forgot her sorrow." At the Elder's, Mary found Goodman White sitting awkwardly with baby Peregrine on his knee. After depositing her burden, Mary rushed to the child and, with a laugh, said, "You don't know how to hold him, poor little thing, he does look so uncomfortable! Do please give him to me!" The Goodman willingly relinquished his charge, and Mary tossed Baby Peregrine up with a happy laugh, talking to him alt the while in such a bringht, sunny way that the sober little fellow was obliged to laugh back at her. Out in the kitchen the women looked at one another as the strains or laughter and baby talk drifted in upon them. "That is Mary Chilton." "Yes. Does it not remind you of the days and nights on the Mayflower when she was the only one who could quiet the children with her bright stories and sweet ways?" "It does. I suppose the girl is, at last, forgetting her sorrow. It is mrny days since she has been as bright as this." Mary played with the baby until the women were ready to go to the church. Then she gave him to his father, and, meeting Priscilla Alden, walked on with her. "It will seem good to see John out again," said Priscilla, slyly glancing at Mary, for her own love story was very fresh in her memory. "Yes, it will be nice," said Mary, evading the question by dancing away from Priscilla's side to peek at the baby in his father's arms. Priscilla smiled, and said softly to herself, "I understand." Just then, at the turn of the road, the little party met two men going to the church. One
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. November 1904 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
Creator | Chico State College |
Location of Original | Archives |
Call Number | LD723 C57 |
Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1904 it was published every month - except the Summer months. |
Date Digital | 2013 |
Language | eng |
Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
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Filename | index.cpd |
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Title | 1904_11_NormalRecord.047 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
OCR- Transcript | THE NORMAL RECORD. little band had lost, through death, nearly half of its members. Mary's father had been one of the first to be stricken, and the poor girl, left alone in her sorrow, had tried to bury it by filling her life full of helpfulness to others. Not a home in the Colony but had known her sweet presence and looked eagerly for her "coming and going, now to the grave of the dead, and now to the bed of the dying." One heart at least had grown stronger in its love of the Puritan maiden. John Allerton had followed Mary over the sea from "bonnie England', to bleak Plymouth Colony. The girl had only shown a friendly interest in the handsome, genial young fellow, and his words of love, although often in his heart, had never been spoken. During the siege of sickness and sadness, John had often helped Mary in her loving ministerings, but in the spring he, too, was taken and lay for many weeks near the Valley of the Shadow. Mary patient, courageous and strong, had taken her place as a friend by his bedside. Every home was in such great distress, that all those in health found it their duty to do all they could to relieve th suffering. Even rough Captain Standish, and godly Elder Brewster took their places in the saddened homes, nursing and caring for the sick, tending to the little ones, and even burying the dead. Therefore, Mary took her place by John's bedside, and it was through her ceaseless caring and watching that health was now slowly returning. But new feelings had entered the heart of Mary. Just when John seemed to be drifting away from her, she began to realize her love for him, and what it would mean to her if he were taken. So as soon as he was on the road to recovery, she left him to the care of others, and had not seen him since. Now, on this Thanksgiving Day, John was to come out into the sunshine for the first time since his illness, so Captain Standish had told her as he stopped on his way to the Governor's house. No wonder her heart jumped at the news of the festival. Such bustling about as there was in the village! Such a harvest those grave men garnered in, and such great preparations were made for the feast day! The great golden pumpkins must be cut into rings to dry. the corn husked, the home-made beer brewed, so each one had his own part to do. They were to have guests, too, for, to show how great was the friendship between the white man and red man, the Governor had desired that Sachem and his broves be invited to the feast. At last, the anticipated day arrived. In Mary's heart particularly, the thanksgiving spirit dawned pure and bright. She was up early, and after a few hours, took her little offering over to the Elder's home. As she walked along, she thought of what the day meant to her,—John out for the first time, soon again to be as strong and brave as he had ever been,—and her cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled with the thought. She met a number of people going to and from the Elder's house, and she looked so bright and gave such cheery greetings that the grave Puritans smiled to one another saying, "Mary seemeth like her old self again. It were time she forgot her sorrow." At the Elder's, Mary found Goodman White sitting awkwardly with baby Peregrine on his knee. After depositing her burden, Mary rushed to the child and, with a laugh, said, "You don't know how to hold him, poor little thing, he does look so uncomfortable! Do please give him to me!" The Goodman willingly relinquished his charge, and Mary tossed Baby Peregrine up with a happy laugh, talking to him alt the while in such a bringht, sunny way that the sober little fellow was obliged to laugh back at her. Out in the kitchen the women looked at one another as the strains or laughter and baby talk drifted in upon them. "That is Mary Chilton." "Yes. Does it not remind you of the days and nights on the Mayflower when she was the only one who could quiet the children with her bright stories and sweet ways?" "It does. I suppose the girl is, at last, forgetting her sorrow. It is mrny days since she has been as bright as this." Mary played with the baby until the women were ready to go to the church. Then she gave him to his father, and, meeting Priscilla Alden, walked on with her. "It will seem good to see John out again," said Priscilla, slyly glancing at Mary, for her own love story was very fresh in her memory. "Yes, it will be nice," said Mary, evading the question by dancing away from Priscilla's side to peek at the baby in his father's arms. Priscilla smiled, and said softly to herself, "I understand." Just then, at the turn of the road, the little party met two men going to the church. One |