Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-08-22
VOL. Sc, NO. "a.
THE FORECLOSURE OF THE
MORTGAGE.

THE FORECLOSURE OF THE
MORTGAGE.
Walk right into the sittin'-room Deacon it's all Ia
muddle, you see,
But hadn't heart right IT, so I've just let ey-
cry thing be.
Besides, I'm agoin to-mor rer--I calk'iate TO start
with the dawn
And the house won't home like if It's all up.
sot aud forlorn.
sent OF the children this mornin they both on en-
begged TO stay,
But l thought 'twould be easier, mebbe, il / wa
alone to- day.
For this was the very day, Deacon just twenty year
ago,
That Caleb and me moved In so couldn't forget II
you know.
We was so busy and happy wed been married
month before
And Caleb Mould clear the table and brush up tn
kitchen floor
BE said tired, and he'd help me; but law tina
was always his way
Always handy and helpful, and kind 10 the very las
day.
Dontyou remember Deacon that Winter broke IN,
ARM
Why, Caleb skursely lef, me- not even to tend to tn
farm.
There night and mornin' saw him, a-settin so clos
to my bed.
And knew him in spite of the fever that made m,
so wild in my head
He never did nothn to grieve me, until he left me
behind
Yes, know there's no use in iakin'; but somehow
it cases my mind
And he set such store by you. Deacon needn't tel
you now,
But unless he had your Judgement, he never wou d
buy COW.
Well our cows s gone, and the horse too-poor Calel
was fond of Jack,
And cried like fool this mornin' when looked a
the empty rack.
hope he'll be kindly treated twould worry poo
Caleb so
Ifthem Joneses should whip tho cretur-but I ,soos
he amt like to know.
I've beea thinkn 1t over lately, that when Mar,
sickened and died,
Her fathers spirret broken for she was allus hi
pride.
lie wasn't never so cherry he'd smile but the sni
wa mt bright,
And he didn't for the CATTLE though once they
been his delight.
The neg hbors all said be was an' and they tred /,
hint it to me-
They talked of chul hyard cough but oil the
blind are those who a0ont see
never believed ne was goin' till saw him a Twin
There there don't be anxious, Deace havn't nc
tears to shed.
I've tried to keep things tegether-pve been siavin
early and late
But couldn't pay the ntrest nor get tie farm worl
straight.
So of co I've gone hehindhand, and if the farm
should sell
For enough to pay the mortgage, dispose twill b
doin' we'll
I've prayed aginst all hard feeliin's and to walk
Christian ought,
But its hard to Calebs children turned out of tn
place he bought
And readin' that text in the bible bout widows ant
orphans, you know,
can't think the folks will prosper who are within L
see us go:
But there I'm a-keepin you, Deacon. and it's nigi
your time for tea.
"WontI dome oUer ?" No, thank you; feel better
alone. you zoe.
Besides, coud't eat nothin'; whenever I've tried
to-day
There's something here that chokes me. I'm narvou
Is'pose you'll say.
"pye worked too hardi" No havn't. Why, it,
work t hat keeps me strong;
II 1 sot here thinkin', I'm sartin my heart wont,
break before long.
Not that care about Twin. I'd ruther be laid away
In the place I've marke' beside Caleb to rest til
the Judgment day.
But there's the children to thiak ot-that makes M
dooty clear,
And I'll try to foller it., Deacon though I'm tired O
this earthly speer.
Goodsby then. l shant forgt you. nor all the kind
ness you've showed
Twill help to cheer me to .morrer, as 20 on M
lonely road,
For-what you sayin', Deacon needn't
needn't gof
T0ues bought the NOR: gage, and can stayl Stop
sag it over slow
Jest wait now-jest wait minute-I'lI take it i
bime-by.
That can stay. Why, Deacon, don't know whs
makes me cry
havnt no words to thank you. EfCaleb was onl
here.
He'd such head for speakin'. he'd make may feeln'
clear.
There's picter in our old Bbe of an angel fror
the skies,
And though he hasn't no great coat aud no sp ecta
cles on his eyes.
He looks Just like you Deacon, with your smile 8
good and trew,
And whenever I that picter. 'twinmake me thin
ofyou.
The children will be SO happy Why, Debby vii
most so wild
She retted much at leavin her gardin behind poo
child
And, law I'm glad Debby, eff only for Jest on
tniug-
Nolc tend the posies planted there last sprin
On Calebs grave: he loved the flowers aud 1t seem
as of neil know
They're boomin' all around him while he's sleepn
there below
Mrs. E. T. CorJeh. in Harper's Mdgasiae for Sep
tsm6er.