Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-08-18
The Foreclosure of the Mortgage.

The Foreclosure OF the Mortgage.
| Walk right in the settin' room; it's all in a
middle, you see,
But hadn't no heart to right it, SO I've Jest
let every thing be.
Besides. Pm a-goin' tomorrow calk'late to
| start with the dawn
And the house won't seem so home-like if it's
all upset and forlOrn.
sent of the children this mOrnin'; they both
on em begged to stay,
But thought twould be easier, mebbe, if
was left alone to-day.
For this was the very day, Deacon, jest twenty
year ago,
That Caleb and me moved in; so I couldn't
forgit it, you know,
we was so busy and happy!-we'd ben LIAR
ried month before
And Caleb ap0uld 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 I
broke my arm?
Why, Caleb skursely left me- not even to tend
to the farm
There light and mornin' I saw him, a-settin'
so close to my bed
And knew him in spite of the fever that
made me so wild In my head.
lie never did nothin' to grieve me, until he
lclU luc DculnQ-
Yes, know, there's no use in ta]kin' but
somehow it eases my mind.
And he sot such store by you Deacon. I
needn't tell you now,
But unless he had your Judgment, he never
would buy acow.
Well, our COW is gone, and the horse too-poo
Caleb was fond of Jack,
And | cried like fool this mornin' when I
looked at the empty rack.
l hope he'll be kindly treated: 'twould worry
poor Caleb SO
If them Jones should whip the cretur-but I
spose ne amt like to know.
I'VE been thinkin' it oyer lately, that when
Mary sickened and died,
Her fathers sperit was broken, for she was
allVs his pride.
He wasn't never SO cherry; he'd smile, but
the smile want bright,
And he didn't care for the cattle, though once
they'd ben his delight.
The neighbors all said he was allin'. and thew
tried to hint it to me;
They talked of a church yard cough; but, oh r
the blind are those who cont see
l never believed he was goin' till saw him
a-layin' here dead
There. there! don't be anxious Deacon;
haven't no tears to she'd
Eve tried to keep things together-Iye ben
slavin early and late
But couldn't pay the int'rest, nor git the
teamwork straight.
SO of course Pve gone behindhand, and if the
farm should sell
For enough to pay the mortgage, s'pose
twill be dom well.
I've prayed against all hard feelin's, and to
walk as Christian ought,
but it's hard to see Caleb's children turned
out of the place he bought;
And readin' that text in the Bible bout wild
oWs and orphans, you know,
can't think the folks will prosper who are
WIN to see US go.
But there! Pm a-keepin' you, Deacon, and
it's nigh your time for tea
s'Won't come ouer?" No, thank you; / feel
better alone, you see.
Besides, couldn't eat nothin' whenever I've
tried it to-day
There's somethin' here that chokes me- Pm
narVous, pose you'll say.
I've worked too hard% No, haven't. Why,
it's work that keeps me strong;
II sot there thinkin' I'm sartain my heart
would break before long.
Not that care about liy:n' I'd ruther be
laid away
In the place I've marked beside Caleb, to rest
till the judgement-day.
But there's the children to think of-that
makes my dooty clear,
AND ~ try to foiler it, Deacon, though I'm
tired OF this earthly speer
Good-by, then. | sha'n't forgit you, nor all
the kindness you've showed;
'lWlll help TO cheer me tO-mOrrer, as 90 on
my LONELY road,
For What are you sayin',7 Deacon? I
needn't-1needn'tg go?
You've bought the mortgage, and 1 can stay,
Stop! say it over slow -
Jest wait now-jest wait a minute-I'll take it
in bime-by
That can stay. Why, Deacan, don't know
what makes me cry!
l haven't no words to thank YOU. Eff Caleb
was only here.
He'd sech head for speaking, he'd make nv
feelin' clear.
There's picter in our old Bible of an angel
from the skies,
And though he hasn't no great-coat, and no
spectacles on his eyes,
He looks jest like you, Deacon, with YOUR
smile so good and trew
And whenever see that pictey, will make
me think of you.
The children will be so happy! Why, Debbv
will most go wild;
She fretted SO much at leaving her garding
behind, poor child!
AND, law! Pm as glad as Debby, eff only
= for jest one thing
Noao can tend the poises planted there last
spring
On Caleb's grave: he loved the flowers, and
1t seems as eff he'll know
They're a-bloomin' all around him while he's
sleepin' there below
Mas. E. T. CoRBErr, in Harper's Magazine
for September.