St. Cloud Democrat., 1864-04-07

roomed shapty, whore. the vior had moth:
ing to do but to open the ,doSand walk in,
gave free access to al. '@si
| = II. l.. vi>.A, =.
Let us listen 70 some efhe scraps Of
conversation, and learn ho,imatters stand
in crooh sville, such haviseeen the name
given the place. when it Gyed It the dig
nifty Of possessing . pest ope, and receiv-
I'd : name at all. First, ldls take Martin
Foyle,. who is whisperingp low tones to
Am.fyl'a: $50 you think ,ere's no chance
he'll change his mind, Am1ly, dear ?"
Mot = bit. He wouldn'iet Molly mar
tx Robert till he had : fm Of his own,
and he won't lot me. WtIh.ve to wait I.
while.,",. -. II
Il s'po,e We amt; but. awful hard to
have patience"
-. "well, we're both you,, and We can af-
ford it. Besides, youth i've time to con-
slider whether youth cha3e your mind.-
Better before than after:|
The reply to this womn. like and aggra-
vating speech IS lost in y remark of Bella
Jones: "fgaess she wo't get over il this
time" ~
"It's hard to say" relied Mrs. jackson
to whom she had spohn. "My mother
used to have just such .rns, and she lived
to be ninety"
Il wonder who she'sieft the farm to-"
pursucd Mrs. Jones.
''Neither you nor m, 1 guess. It'll be
sure to 90 to some oneas don't want it.
Crock's'r get it, 1 shs4dat wonder, be.
cause he's rich already
''How's Abel Blunt swife Ia day ," ask
ed Mrs. Sands, interruring Mrs. Jackson s
sarcastic observations.
lawful had. They had two doctors
there to-day"
"She's violent, hard" said another.
''They had to shave her head to keep her
from tearing out her hir."
II heard twas rheumatic fever; but it
don't seem like it,"
NO." said Mrs. Sands, "taint that. They
give her too much opium, and it set her
kind o'wild."
my opinion is" said Silas Doyle, join
ing in from his seat at the bed-head, ':that
she's under conviction. Her symptoms is
oil that way"
"Anyhow, she's in awful suffering" said
Mrs. Sands.
H4Ah ~ -oioired .Sil.~.'., shaka of
the heau "1v-s'~ ~-~s~~u thing to be under
conviction of SIM
Considering The proofs i:f adaaoed, ci. some
people might have been skeptical as to the
blessedness of Mrs. Blunt's condition, but
no one present expressed a doubt on the
point. As if reused by the sounds familiar
to every Methodist ear, the dying woman
stirred and muttercd some words, Of which
"Help me, save me-" were alone audible.
"she's been that way all day." whispered
Mrs. Green, the nurse with the candle, to
Mrs. Sands, ''Pray,ug whenever che was
sensible, or in most PAIN
"Ah !" returned Mrs. Sands. "Well, I've
no doubt it'll be all right with her, if she is
called away. She's always been profess
sor."
Profession. and Practice don't always
90 tegether.": riuttered Mrs. Jones over the
Cruel saucepan. . j.. IA. go:
!, Here, Kitty again spoke, aud Mrs. Green
bent down to listen. "Her minds running
oh The Scriptures; she's saying something
about Jephthsh's daughter" -. -.
Mrs. Jones and another woman e3chanr-
ed glances across the hearth, and both
shook their heads. s'Ah!" said Mrs.
Jones, "'taint the Scriptures she's think
ing Of when she talks of Jephthah's daugh
ter" "
''What else p said rosy little Mrs. Blake
. newcomer to Crocksville, restrsining q
sudden leap of her infanttowardt the blaze.
Mrs. Jones looked up. ''Did you never
hear :" she asked in . low tone.
,::.po, tel! never heard mer ton of any.
thing"
, Mrs. JONES lowered her voice to solemn
whisper, and began her tale. ..
III.
,-''There amt many left here that romem-
bers: what happened over thirty years ago !;
I WAS lump, of = girlt:thea. about fourteen
or 50, and one Of the first things / ,renem-
Der is qld Kitty, CLARK and her husband
They always lived just here, in this ehapty;
I don't believe there's been . morsel done
to it slpce 1t vas 70 built, andit's it to tum-
bic down. SHE was .lw.ysa queer sort j.
body. I've heard my mother say that it
you went in when she Was setting the ta-
bic. she'd clear the things right off again,
z! and pretend she was washing up the dishes
just Is II she was afraid you'd want to eat
with her; and If her man or the boys (she
had two them come in, she'd keep them
waiting till you was gone, she was that
cur r'ous and secret. Sam Clark, her hus-
band, was shiftless sort oman; not that
he wasn't fond enough o money, or didn
try to make il, but he wasn't fond o hard
work, and had turn for tradin' and spec
alatin', and when mans that way, instead
g stickin' to his work regular, the money
s9es itster than Il comes. They never got
on: They worked this land on shares, and
kept on year after year, and didn't seem to
improve. improve till the boys was big enough to
leave home. and fhkh thov ~.nt ofr IN ~wor,r