Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-04-12


o Job,' says she land then all is true
that Sarah Jane has told me. " and she ran
out of the room. said l must be going,
and bid Sarah Jane good night, though
my voice trembled so l could hardly speak.
Out in the yard / thought heard some
one crying under the apple tree in the cor
ner of the fence, and sure enough, when
/ went TO see, there was Lucy with her
apron over her face, and cryin' away in
the dark.
Lucy says, "what makes you cry p
Nothing. job says she. IL only hope
you and Sarah Jane will be happy
IL wish you the same with your Silas
Tucker" says /.
''Who told you anything of Silas Tuck.
err says she. IL bate the sight of him.
l havn't seen him for these six months
past"
didn't you see him over at your
Aunt's?''
mo, didn't, Sarah Jane sent me over
to Auntie's all on a sudden, and though
she wasn't expectin' me, she was glad TO
have me, all the children being sick"
"Sarah Jane told me you'd come home
Mrs. Tucker" says /.
Sarah Jane knew better. But you'd
bCtiCt ~ dioHEY oOD olt
not like your being here with me-"
Lucy, dear Lucy, don't care no more
for Sarah Jane than" began |. but be-
fore / could finish what | had to say, we
heard Sarah James voice, and pipn
treble it was. too.
Lucy! Lucy! come in here, you'll
catch your DEATH and Lucy ran away
from me.
L.,
was married. She held me to my word
stout enough, an didn't see no more OF
Lucy, for she'd gone back to ner Aunt
James.
Well, we hadn't been married morn a
year before Sarah Jane got an idea in her
head of woman's rights, and went around
lecturing in the towns near by, and at
tendin' meetins. | was left al home to
tend the baby
Things were all at skies and sevens in
the house, and no one to see to anything,
and tell you, friends, | was pretty low
spirited at times. Sarah Jane got worse
and worse with her lectures and meetings,
and when we'd been four years married,
she wasn't to home one week out of six.
Such times as had Susan b. Anthony
Snaffles, that's our eldest child's name, al
ways was sickly and puny, and Elizabeth
Cady Stanton was the worse child for
getting the measles, whooping cough,
scarlet fever, mumps. and other diseases,
that 1t was ever my lot to see If there
was an ailment within sixty miles, she
would catch it il ii could be caught. One
day when | was nearly crazy with all the
housework on my hands, and my shop
work to do, that Elizabeth Cady Stanton
got into the big wash biler OF hot water
and scalded herself. Susan b. Anthony
was down with the measles, and there
wasn't a soul ivin' within quarter of
mile. l thought I'd better kill myself and
so end all my troubles.
Bat all Of sudden the door opened and
in came Lucy Clark. had not seen her
for more'n tour years, but knew those
eyes, just like diamonds, and the cheeks
as red as June roses.
where's Sarah Jane? Pr she SAYS, an
then she saw what was the matter with
Elizabeth Cady Stanton; and she threw
off her cloak, and tore off her gloves, an
seized hold of the child.
Kun for the doctor. job" says she.
ran fast enough, and brought him back
with me, but the poor baby lived only two
hours, spite of all we could do for her.
i had no more idea where Sarah Jane
was than nothin', so of course we couldn't
send for her. s-A--
But the next day came telegram say
in to come Immediately to a town about
forty miles off, for Sarah Jane was dyin'.
was dreadfully took back, but / left Su.
san B. Anthony with Lucy, an | went to
Sarah Jane. Sure enough, she was dyin'.
A platform had given way with whole
crowd Of folks on it, an in the fuss,
Sarah Jane got so hurt that it was her
death. r ur5.-r. .s
When saw her lying so pale and still
on the bed in the hotel, / couldn't help
crying to think hadn't loved her more.
an | forgot all about her mean ways an
her long tongue. She put out her hands
to me, and spoke in weak voice, that
went through me like knife.
'Forgive me, Job. see it all now"
she says. didn't know what she meant,
but she never spoke again.
/ wish you could come in our house
now It's beentwo'years since Sarah Jane
was laid in our old village church yard,
and Eve got the tidiest little home man
could want. When / quit work in the
evening, l 60 straight up to my pretty
cottage, an there's my Lucy runs out to
meet me with Susan b. Anthony att
dressed up clean, an shoutn' with Joy to
see her pa. The fire is bright, and the
supper good and warm, and think man
couldn't have a better wife than nv Lucy