The Van Buren press., 1875-07-20
]. Brown, Deceased.

]. Brown, Deceased.
The door bell rang, and as l opened
the door, saw q woman in black on the
steps---a woman 80 tall and thin and sell
emn looking that wondered il hun
dred and fifty thousand dollars would be
any inducement for her to utter hearty
laugh.
4 want to talk with YOU she whisper
ed, as stood there holding the door.
Is it abouta pic nic--the heatben-
tracts--a new books suffering family
cruel usband-disobedien son-runa-
way daughter. or the police driving your
COW to the pound 2 inquired.
! want you to write book for me.
she sighed, wiping a tear from her left
eye.
tried to induce her to put it of until
daylight, telling her that couldn't pos
sibly write book, that night and catch
over four hours sleep; but she seemed
so determined, her face kept growing SO
solemn, that I opened wide the door and
placed her chair.
She pulled off her black gloves, held a
Grape handkerchief to her eyes, and
sobbed:
He was such a noble mani
You are speaking of-of-ycs, ahem
of the late--the late"
'Of my husband she sighed.
And your late husbands name was
was-T
Brown-Jeptha Brown; although in
writing him up, you may speak Of him
as J, Brown
y. Brown, deceased. You want that
for the title Of the forthcoming biogra.
ply, do your
Well, that sounds kind Of cuphonius
and soft, don't t2' she asked, brushing
away another tear, and folding her hand.
kerchief
We'll, it's fair ritlc. 1t isn't as ro.
mantle as j. Bro wn; or the Ones eyed
Ranger or as taking as Brown, the
Brigand; or the Waif Of the Sea-
He had two eyes, she solclnnly whis-
pered, and though they were sore most
of the time, We couldn't truthfully speak
of him as ono eyed And he wasn't a
rauger-he kept wood yard
Well, having secured the title, you
may now go on and detail his eccentrici.
ties-narrate his victories and his fail
uies-particularise his habits, hopes and
ambitions
He never gave me cross word = she
sighed, after moments thought.
That's good
Never but once she added. 'One
day, when he came home, and found me
cutting up one Of his shirts to make q
tail for Jackys kite, he SEQ wled and said !:
Mary Jane, you'd better trade your
brains off for bran!' We lived together
thirty eight long years, and that was the
only cross word. and know that he re.
pented of that forty times over
y Brown, deceased-nobie man-kept
a wood d-yard-never gave his wife but one
cross word--reponted of that forty times
well, go on, madam
He was good provider
Good providcr--go on"
'Never said anything, when my rcla.
tives came.
- Relatives came
Didn't find fault. when ! was sick
- When was sick
WAS kind to his family
'- Kind to his famly--yes.'
We'll, that's about all, she said, after
folding and unfolding her handkerchief
and trying hard to recall other matters,
That will be chapter one, madam. and
it will read j. Brown, deceased--noble
man-kept a wood yard-never gave his
wife but one cross word--repented of
that forty times-good provider-never
said anything when relatives came-didnt
find fault-kind to his family--supposed
to be in Heaven
That's elegant she whispered, almost
smiling, but it won't make a very large
book, will itr
Madam, lam as blunt as I am home
", and want to ask you q plain ques.
ton
'You-you may.
'Well. now. instead Of going to the
expense Of this book, why don't you get
married, again ?
'Oopr she shrieked, throwing up her
hands.
Yes, madam, why don't you 6nd an
other husband just as good AS the Ia
mented j. Brown
Me marry2' she gasped
Yes madam. You are not an aged
person--you have traces of beauty-you
have a kind heart-you could love
I'D die, first! she sasped, giving me
look of horror.
Il know better, madam. j Brown was
undoubtedly good man and all that, bat
because he happened to die, it cannot be
expected that you are to wear black, look
solemn, and sigh four times minute for
the rest of your life. No. some man
some rich widower, is even now sighing
for thee
Is that so? ? she whispered, bending
forward.