St. Landry democrat., 1878-07-20
wonderful Cure by Cremation.
ICincirnati Saturday Night.

Mrs. Boggs had been nude: the
weather for two Or Three days. At least
she said she. was. but these attacks came
rather fir qIentiy, Bnggs thought, for
When his wife was having one OF her
off spells he had G., cook the meals and
do all the houscwork. We don't re-
member what particular state Tue
weather was in this last time, but MS.
Boggs was under it, and she was unaet
! it very bad. She even told B"ges that
she didn't believe she WAS ever gong to
get up out Of it, and she made nyso
| terical request that he bury her IN some
sunny spot where the birds might come
, and sing to her, and she made him prom
Use that he would bring flowers once
week and scatter them over her grave;
A dozen times that day was B0ggs cal!eu
from his work in the kitchen to bld a
last farewell to his dying wife, but still
she fingered. He had been through this
experience a great many times before,
so he wasn't so much alarmed as he
might otherwise have been. -,
That night as he sat watching, IKE
the attectionate husband he was, at her
bedside, she saw that he was deeply en-
crossed in a book. 49,,
"What book are you reading, dear'"
; she family asked.
"A railroad guide, my love-" was the
HWhat do you want with rail1oa
! guide ?" she inquired, W.,
f Il want to see how far it is to Wash.
, ington, Pa, and how the trains run,
said Mr.. Boggs.
| She would have asked him what he
+ had to do with Washington, Pa, but he
Y got up and went out, and she fell INTO a
: doze, the inclination to which she didn't
. care to repress, even though 1t DELAYED
!, the final departure that she had so OFTEN
T prated about. When she aWoke she
o saw BOggs bending over her with can
:, die. He evidently hadn't observed that
e she was awake ; so, closing her eyes, she
d feigned sleep and overheard the follow
r ing soliloquy, which sufficiently ex
D planned to her now thoroughly awakened
d senses his inquiry OF the railroad guide
It about the route to Washington, Pa.
e "Splendid subject for cremation-a lit
a tie scraggy Mrs. Boggs fingers WORKED
II nervously under the bed clothes, ant
o she had hard work to keep from tiylnl
e at him. but the scraggy ones lnclnerat
quicker than the tat ones, the dOcto
says. She could be creased If neces
sary to make her go quicker. Thin
I'll send her up by express, as I'm to-
busy in the store to get away. He
ashes Cal NC IUl NOINiCN w ilS III gu VA
y, ,elope through the mail. I'll know
j. them. Audible chuck'c.] They II b
=, under the Weather eye.S few weeks an
=, vans to lie. And they'll ask NE I
ri bury them in sG,ue >unn, spot Wher
'h,. ids can come AMI SlngtO EN-. l.
L. ,,,ui word to DR.. LeI,ylr to make
+, lot tor hel-she has hrp! things ut
A, ,.uou2!l for me. And II! I,,l him TO *
+, all the .'pOrters in, 80 lis t., give her
- good send off through tie rLrers, IN
!; w,oop,'r up, Liza Jane. Sorry | can
e. De there to still hex up myself, and
! A thrilling, ear-plerc ng scream cam
70 from the WOMAN under the YEA; her, al
u, . hounC. sufficient to land ner on top .
i'll any weather that ever lived, she slra /!
g. out of bed and had Boggs 'y the ear
Ms a fash, while she fairly screane,:
Inv you'll cremate ne, will YOU, yt
he bald headed Old rep. oate! You'll SCI
mt my scraggy body mp to Washington /
~ Express Giving his ear Il wrlnE hetw"$
a. the scntences,) and tell that wicked o
ne wretch, I.eMryne to make II hot for ln'
,u and you'l have my ashes scut to you.
a letter Growing more and more wrath
us and tnumping him over tie head W.
,in the canaestick she had snatcled aw;
from his hand j and bury me i'll SOL
sweet, sunny spot (Whack y where t.
birds may come aud sing (bing0 al
to YOU want the reporters there (bangD
the whoop'er up Liza Jane (hoomD c
IT YOU mean, wretched, wicked old ms
emit you I'll live hundred years to sp
yer you, see if don It -
n Then she pushed Boggs out of
tn door and bolted it, and he had to ma
mo I'D bunk on the kitchen floor that mig
tel next to the stove. But peculiar SIN
tIhe played about Bogg's face, even when
ne was rubbing the sore spots ON his ba
BOX head, and murmured softly to himse
al "Guess I've cured her OF them spe
an for one WHILE"
en- Mrs. Boggs hasn't been under
ck, weather since. but mention Of the W.
or cremation drives her wild.