deportment, and never failed in the end of controlling
both husband and household."

Eugene's own picture of his grandmother is contained in the following
passage in an article contributed by him to the Ladies' Home Journal:

"Grandma was a pillar in the Congregational Church. At the decline
and disintegration of the Universalist society, she rejoiced
cordially as if a temple of Baal or an idol of Ashtaroth had been
overturned. Yes, grandma was Puritanical--not to the extent of
persecution, but a Puritan in the severity of her faith and in the
exacting nicety of her interpretation of her duties to God and
mankind. Grandma's Sunday began at six o'clock Saturday evening; by
that hour her house was swept and garnished, and her lamps trimmed,
every preparation made for a quiet, reverential observance of the
Sabbath Day. There was no cooking on Sunday. At noon Mrs. Deacon
Ranney and other old ladies used to come from church with grandma to
eat luncheon and discuss the sermon and suggest deeds of piety for
the ensuing week. I remember Mrs. Deacon Ranney and her frigid
companions very distinctly. They never smiled and they wore austere
bombazines that rustled and squeaked dolorously. Mrs. Deacon Ranney
seldom noticed me further than to regard me with a look that seemed
to stigmatize me as an incipient vessel of wrath that was not to be
approved of, and I never liked Mrs. Deacon Ranney after I heard her
reminding grandma one day that Solomon had truly said, 'spare the
rod and spoil the child.' I still think ill of Mrs. Deacon Ranney
for having sought to corrupt dear old grandma's gentle nature with
any such incendiary suggestions. The meeting-house was cold and
draughty, and the seats, with their straight backs, were oh, so
hard. Grandma's pew was near the pulpit. I remember now how ashamed
I used to be to carry her footstove all the way up that long aisle
for her--I was such a foolish little boy then--and now, ah me, how
ready and glad and proud I should be to do that service for dear old
grandma!

"When grandma went to meeting she carried a lovely big black velvet
bag; it had a bouquet wrought in beads of subdued color upon it, and
it hung by two sombre silk puckering ribbons over grandma's arm. In
the bag grandma carried a supply of crackers and peppermint
lozenges, and upon these she would nibble in meeting whenever she
felt that feeling of goneness in