The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1875-05-13

] N'uN iAbtu t'lstNt w litiNts u lux VI
smother his grief, and occasionally
helping the comptuy to whisky.
which was supplied with more than
accustomed libcrality.
All my consciousness OF the deceit
and trickery could not deprive the
scene Of certain solomnity. The
misty distance OF tho half lighted
room the highly wrought express.
sion of the country peoples faces.
never more intensely excited than at
some moment of this kind tho low,
leep-drawn broathings. unbrokeu
save by sigh or n sob the tribute
Ut aiiectiOnato sorrow to some lost
friend, whose memory was thus for
chilly brought back these We're MI
SO real that, as J looked, n thrilling
sense Of awe stolo over me as | actu
! ally shook with fear.
4 low, faint cough from the corner
where the bed stood seemed to cause
even II deeper Stiffness anl then,
in silence where the buzaing of n
fly would have been hoard. my fl
thcr said, III a scarcely articulate
! tone:
Where's Billy Scalan 1 want
make my will.
Hos here, father" said Peter,
liking Billy 10y the hanl and leading {
nm b. the bedside
Write what I bill We, Billy. an |
be quick, for I havout long time
before me here. die u good Cltho.
lie, though Father q Rafferty, won't
give mo the rtos.
\ general chorus ofmY.tarcl "OA'
mu,ha. mustn't ~ was hoard through
ont tho room bat whether in grici
oyor the sal fate Of tho dying mun,or
the uniiiuching severity oithe priest
ls mrd to say.
81 die in peace with ll my neigh
bprs and Ill mankind.
Another chorus of the company
seemed to approve these charitable
expressions
81 bolucath to my son pc.1r-pn |
never was there bottor son or II
iocoutor boy liNyo you that down ,
! boqnol'h unto my son Potter the
whole oi my two farms Of kiilmuu-
l0Jnoryaud KuotkshgdooI, with the
inllow meadows hchind Lynch's
house, the forge and right Of tGft on
the Doorac bog. give him AMI
much cool may it DO him '-Kputy
hgsI;urn 8 aero, and tho huray field
With tho limakiln And that ra
minds mo that my mouth is dry
Lot mo taste what you have in tho
lnS, here the dying man tool! Il
hearty pull, anl seemed considerable
refreshed by it,
"Whoro was |, Billy Scaulan o..
sail he. "Oh, / remember ut the
Iimeklln. | leave him -tha. s Peter,
| mcnn-the two potato gardens at
Noonon's Well; AMI it is the olo-
CANT, fine crops grow there
"Ain't You getting wakc&kthor,
darlin = says Peter, who began h.
feel afrGil Of my fathers loQuaciou5,
moss, for, TO siy the truth the punch
got into his hoal, and no was greatly
to talk
/ No, indeed, fathcr, but it's the
-asto that il leaving you,' says PEI
ter; and again low chorus of COM
passionate pity marmurod through
tho wide cabin.
well, [ am nearly dono now"
lys my father. There's ono littlo
spot of gronnd remaining, anl put
II on you, Pcter--as ye wish to live
q good man, aud dio with the same
easy heart that | do now that We
mind my last words TO ye here. Arc
20 listening ? Are tho ncishbors .
Is Bill Scanlan listen
ug -
"Yo1, sir Yes, father, we are all
isteninS, chorused the audience.
"Woll, then, it's my last will AMI
.ostament-giyo mo over the Jug -
md here he took n long drink --"anl
nay that blessed liquor be poison to
ne if am not as every other part of
ho will. | say then, belucath the
little plot at the cross roads to poor
on Crcgan--for he has q heavy
'hlrge aad is ~ honest and hard
Il man AZ ever | knew. Ba I
friend to him, Peter, dear, Never
ct him want while yc have it your-
elf Think Of me on my death bed,
'heneyor he asks You for triile. Is +!
t down Billy Sclnlan the two
cres Mt the cross to Con Gresan aud 4
lis heirs forever. All! blessed be
he saints bnt / feel my heart grow
lghter after that A good work ,
nakes an easy conscience. And now {
II drink the people ) good health r
nd many happy returns -"
What he was going to add, there [
, no saying but Peter who now, :
erribly frightened Mt the lively tOno
he sick man WAS assuming, hurried /
II the people into another room, to .
,t his father die in peace. {
When they were all gone, Peter :
Tipped back to my father, who was \
utting on his brogans in a corner, I
Con- says he, "ye did it well. Bat (
ure that was a joke about the two I
cres ut the cross p a
"Uf course it was Peter" says he a
Sure it was all II Joke, for the mat 1
pr of that. Won't l make all the {
1o,,~-l. A