Los Angeles daily herald., 1875-06-01
Yos An9eles Asrald.
Keyser's Dream--How he Anticipated Death
Max Adeler writes as follows:

Max Adeler writes as follows:
Last December my friend Keyser
had dream one night that he would
die on the 18th of January. So strong
ly was he assured of the fact that the
vision would prove true that he began
at once to make preparations for his
departure. He got measured for a
burial suit he drew up his will, he
picked out nice lot in the cemetery
aud had it fenced in; he Joined the
church, and selected six Of the deacons
as pall-bearers; he also requested the
choir to sing at the funeral, and he
got them to run over favorite hymn
of his to see how it would sound.
Then he got Toombs, the undertaken,
to knock together buriel casket, with
silver plated handles, and cushions
inside, and he instructed the UNDER
taker, to rush out his best hearse, and
to buy sixty pairs Of black gloves to
be distributed among the mourners
He had some trouble to decide upon
tombstone. The man at the marble
yard wanted to shove off on him
second-ha one, with an angel weep
ing over kind of q aower-pot; but
Keyser finally ordered new one,
with design representing rosebud
with broken stem, and the legend,
''Not lost, but gone before" Then he
got the village newspaper to put a
good obituary notice of him in type,
and he told his wife that he would
be gratified if she would come out in
the spring and plant violets upon his
grave. He said it was hard to leave
her and the children, but she must
try to bear up under it. These afflc-
tions are for our good, and when he
was an angel he would come and
watch over her, and keep an eye on
her. He said she might marry again
if she wanted to; for although the
mere thought of it nearly broke his
heart, he wished her, above all,
to be happy, and to have some one to
love her and protect her from the
storms of a rude world. Then he, and
Mrs. Keyser, and the children cried,
and Keyser, as closing word of coun-
sci, advised her not to plow for corn
earlier than the middle of March.
On the night Of the 18th of January
there was flood in the creek, and
Keyser got up at 4 o'clock in the
morning of the 18th, and worked un-
til night, trying to save his buildings
and his woodpile. He was so busy
that he forgot about it being the day
of his death, and as he was very tired,
he went to bed early and slept sonnd-
ly all night.
About o'clock in the morning of
the 14th there was ring at the door
bell. Keyser jumped out of bed,
threw up the front window, and ex-
claimed:
"Who's there?"
0Tt's me-Toombs, u said the un-
dertaker.
"What do you want at this time of
the morning.? demanded Keyser.
WANT said Toombs, not recog-
nizing Keyser; "why, I've brought
around the ice to pack Keyser in, so
he'll keep until the funeral. The
corpse'd spoil this kinder weather
if we didn't
Then Keyser remembered, and it
made him feel mad when he thought
how the day had passed and left him
still alive, and how he made fool of
himself. So the corpse said:
"WeH, you can just skeet around
home again with that ice; the corpse
is not yet dead; you're leetle too
anxious it strikes me, you're not go
ing to chuck me into sepulcher yet
if you have got every thing ready.
So you can haul off and unload"
About 1890 that morning the dea-
cons came around, with Grape on their
hats and gloom on their faces, to car
ry the body to the grave, and while
they were OH the front steps the mar
ble-yard man drove up with the rose
bud tombstone and shovel, and
stepped in to ask the widow how deep
she wanted the grave dug. just then
the choir arrived with the minister,
and the company was assembled in
the parlor, when Keyser came in
from the stable, where he had been
dosing horse with patent medicine
and warm mush for the glanders.
He was surprised, but he proceeded to
explain that there had been a little
mistake somehow. He was also
panied to find that everybody seemed
to be good deal disappointed, par
ticularly the tombstone man, who
went away mad, declaring that such
an old fraud ought to be rammed into
the ground anyhow, dead or alive.
JuSl DIS tuc ucdCOus lclt III d uulI, tuc
tailor boy arrived with the burial suit,
and before Keyser could kick him off
the steps the paper carrier flung into
the door the Morning argus, in which
the obituary occupied q prominent
place.
Anybody who wants good reliable
tombstone that has broken rosebud
on it, and that has never been used,
can buy one of that kind at sacri-
flee for cash, from Keyser. He thinks
that bad dream must have been
caused by eating too much sausage at
supper.