Hillsboro People eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 361 pages of information about Hillsboro People.

Hillsboro People eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 361 pages of information about Hillsboro People.
of his own free will; and it was true that the public spirit of the village concentrated itself most harmoniously upon this favorite feature of their common life.  Political strife might rage in the grocery-stores, religious differences flame high in the vestibule of the church, and social distinctions embitter the Ladies’ Club, but the library was a neutral ground where all parties met, united by a common and disinterested effort.

Like all disinterested and generous actions it brought its own reward.  The great social event of the year, not only for Hillsboro, but for all the outlying towns of Woodville, Greenford, and Windfield, was the annual “Entertainment for buying new books,” as it was named on the handbills which were welcomed so eagerly by the snow-bound, monotony-ridden inhabitants of the Necronsett Valley.  It usually “ran” three nights so that every one could get there, the people from over Hemlock Mountain driving twenty miles.  There was no theater for forty miles, and many a dweller on the Hemlock slopes had never seen a nearer approach to one than the town hall of Hillsboro on the great nights of the “Library Show.”

As for Hillsboro itself, the excitement of one effort was scarcely over before plans for the next year’s were begun.  Although the date was fixed by tradition on the three days after Candlemas (known as “Woodchuck Day” in the valley), they had often decided what the affair should be and had begun rehearsals before the leaves had turned in the autumn.  There was no corner of the great world of dramatic art they had not explored, borne up to the loftiest regions of endeavor by their touchingly unworldly ignorance of their limitations.  As often happens in such cases they believed so ingenuously in their own capacities that their faith wrought miracles.

Sometimes they gave a cantata, sometimes a nigger-minstrel show.  The year the interior of the town hall was changed, they took advantage of the time before either the first or second floor was laid, and attempted and achieved an indoor circus.  And the year that an orchestra conductor from Albany had to spend the winter in the mountains for his lungs, they presented Il Trovatore.  Everybody sang, as a matter of course, and those whose best efforts in this direction brought them no glory had their innings the year it was decided to give a play.

They had done East Lynne and Hamlet, Uncle Tom’s Cabin and Macbeth, and every once in a while the local literary man, who was also the undertaker, wrote a play based on local traditions.  Of course they gave The Village School and Memory’s Garland, and if you don’t remember those delectable home-made entertainments, so much the worse for you.  It is true that in the allegorical tableau at the end of Memory’s Garland the wreath, which was of large artificial roses, had been made of such generous proportions that when the Muses placed it on the head of slender Elnathan Pritchett, representing “The Poet,” it slipped over his ears, down over his narrow shoulders, and sliding rapidly toward the floor was only caught by him in time to hold it in place upon his stomach.  That happened only on the first night, of course.  The other performances it was perfect, lodging on his ears with the greatest precision.

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