Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1878-08-22
The Foreclosure or The Mortgage.

Walk right in the settin- room, Deacon it's all In
But hadn't no heart to right it, I've just let
every thing be,
Besides i'm a-goin' tomorrow calk'late to start
with the dawn
And the house won't seem so home-like IL it's all
upset and fOrlorn.
sent the children this mornin'; they both on 'em
But / thought 'twould be easier, mebbe. if L
alone to-day
For this was the very day. Deacon, jest twenty
years ago,
That Caleb and me moved in so couldn't forgit
We was so busy and happy WED been married
And Caleb would clear the table and brush up the
kitchen floor,
He said was tired. and he'd help me- but law |!
that was always his way
Always handy and helpful. and kind, TO the very
last day.
Don't you remember, Deacon, that winter / broke
my arm?
Why, Caleb skursely left me, not even to tend to
There night and mornin' l saw him. a-settin' 30
close to my bed,
And knew hun in spite of the fever thst made me
SO wild In my head.
He never did noihin' to greve me, until he left me
behind
Yes, know, there's no use talkin'. but somehow it
And he sot such store by you. Deacon, needn't
But unless he had your Judgment, he never would
Well, our cows is gone, and the horses too-poor
Caleb was fond of Jack,
And cried like fool this Eornin' when looked
hope he'll be kindly teated ; 'twould worry poor
Caleb so
If them Joneses shouid whip the cretur-but /
spose he haint like to know.
I've been thnkn t over lately, that when Mary
sickened and died,
Her fathers sperrt was broken. for she was allus
his pride.
He wasn't never so CHEEKY; he'd smile, but the
smile want bright,
And he edidnr the cattle, though once they'd
The neighbors all said he was ailin. and they tried
TO hint il to me;
They talked of a church-yard cough; but, oh the
blind are those who won't see.
never believed he was goin till saw him a-layln
here dead
There there don't be anxious, Deacon, haven't
any tears to she'd
I've tried to keep things together-rve been slavin.
early and late
But couldn't pay the int'rest, nor git the farm
So of course I've gone behindhand, and If the farm
For enough TO pay the mortgage, 'spose twill b,
doin' well.
I've prayed against all hard feelns and to walk as
Christian ought,
Bat it's hard see Calebs children turned out of
And readir' that text in the Bible bout widows and
can't think the folks win prosper who wilin'
But there, I'm a-keepin' you, and it's nigh your
time for tea.
Won't Icome crer?" No, thank you feel
Besides, couldn't eat nothin'; whenever I've tried
Ii to-day
There's somethn' that chokes me. I'm narvous
s'pose you'll say,
al We worked too hard7' No, haven't. Why, it's
work that keeps me strong;
II sot here thinkin', I'm sartin my heart would
break before long
Not that care about livin'. I'd ruther be laid
In the place I've marked besides Caleb, to rest till
the Judgement day.
But there's the children think of-that makes my
And Ill try 10 foller 1t, Deacon, though I'm tired
of this earthly spser,
Goodbye. then. / shant forglt you, nor all the
kindness you've showed;
Twill help to cheer me tomorrow, as / 90 ON my
lonely road.
For-What are you sayin', Deacon7 / needn't-I
You've b'1ght the mortgage, aud can stayG Stop!
say IL over slow,-
bime- by
That | can stay. Why. Deacon, T. don't know
what makes me cry;
L haven't no words to thank you. Ef Caleb WIS
He'd sech head for speakin', he'd make my fee-
lin's clear,
There's picter in our old Bible of AN angel from
And though he hasn't no great-sest. and no specie
| cles on his eyes,
He looks just like You, Deacon, with your smile go
! good and trew,
| And whenever / see that picter, twill make NE
| think OF you.
The children will be so happy. Why, Debhy will
| most go wild !;
She frettei much at leayin' her garding behind,
poor child
And, law I'm as glad as Debby, ef only for jest
one thing
| Now can tend the poses / planted there last
| spring
On Caleb's grave; he loved the flowers, and II
/ seems Ii he'll know
They're a-bloomin' all him while he's sleep
/ in there below
l-MRs. E. T. CoR,Err, In Herpers Magazine
for September.