Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1875-05-26

days ago and ordered grave-stone for
the grave of her departed husband. The
marble cutter was TO have it ready yes
terday, when she was to come in again
with the inscription, have the letters
carved on and take the stone away.
She was on time, but she wore an
anxious, troubled look, having failed to
write up such notice as she thought
the stone ought to bear.
81 want sunthin' that'l do my poor
dead Homer justiss," she explained to
the marble cutter. 81 think / ought to
have one or two verses of poetry, and
then a line or two at the bottom sunthin'
like Meet me on the other Shore you
know"
The cutter said he thought he could
get up something, and she entered the
Office and he took out twenty-three
sheets of foolscap and three pen-holders
and set to work, while she held her
breath for fear of disturbing his
thoughts. He ground away for awhile,
scratched out and wrote in, and finally
said he'd got the neatest thing that ever
went upon white marble. 1t read:
HoxER cLuk, ~
Who died
Oct Is, 1873.
Aged Al yrs, no, q dys.
Ny husband was = noble man,
OF me he lots did think;
Aud III never another man
Like my dear Homer Clink-
sTsn't that bully 2" asked the man as
he finished reading the inscription.
sits purity fair, but" replied
the widow.
"But what, madam:'
"Why, you see, he was good an kind,
and was allus to hum nights and all
that; but mag find another man just
as good, YOU know. l have said that i
wouldn tmarry again; but may change
nv mind. and guess we'd better tinker
up that verse a little. And beside, you
didn't get anything on the bottom"
She went out and rambled among the
tombstones while the cutter ground away
again, and just as she had become inter-
ested in dog fight he called her i'm and
read the new inscription. The first part
was as before; but his poetry read:
Ny husband is dead.
NV poor Homer Clink,
And in the cold ground they have laid him.
He was always home night
Never got into fights,
But death come along and betrayed him.
l shall meet him on the other shore. where all is
lovely, and where sickness never comes
''There, how's that:" inquired the
poet, bland smile covering his face.
'.Seems to me as if it went right to the
heart"
The woman took the paper, read the
notice over four or five times, and finally
said:
81 don't want to seem partikler about
this, and / know i am making a good
deal of trouble. That would do for
most any one else-it's the real poetry,
but I'd like sunthin' different, somehow.
He was a noble man. He never gave
me a cross word in his life-not one.
He'd be out of bed at daylight, start the
fire, and l never got up till L heard him
grinding the coffee. He was a good
provider, he was. He never bought any
damaged goods because he could git 'em
cheap, and he never scrimped me on
sugar and tea, as some folks do. i can't
help but weep when think of him"'
She sobbed away for a while, and then
frightened up and said:
'1Of course I'll meet him in heaven.
It's all right. As toldyou may never
marry again, though l can't tell what
I'll be driven to. Just try orce more"
She sat down to an old almanac, and
the cutter resumed his pen. He seemed
To get the right idea at once, and it
wasn't fifteen minutes before he had the
third notice ground ont. Ii read:
MEMORY
HOMER cLISK,
Who died
Oct Is. 1873,
Aged Al yrs, mo-, q dys.