Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1878-08-31
The FORECLOSURE Of THE MORTGAGE.

Walk right in the sIt'iH' room. Deacon; it's all
IN muti'te. NUu ste.
But hadn' I u" heart to light II, I've jest let
ever. thug hc.
BESIDE, I'm a-guln' tn-morrer-I caik' late To
start with tue !Iwu--
And the hUIls, Won sec III 50 home IL. if f'-
all upset ;ind inrivrn
sent oil the cinidr, inns m"rnin': they both on
'en begged To -taS,
i:ut thought lw"uh II" easier, mcbbc. II was
alone tU-tiay.
For thu, waa ih" very day, Deacon. jest twenty
Years ago,
That Caleb AMI me moved in: so couliu for
gIt II. y"u KNOW.
We was ;" busy and happy we'd ben married
And Caleb ,rnmid clear the table and brush up
the Kitchen floor.
lie SAID was tired. ami he'd help me; but,
law that WAS always hIs way
Always handy and helpful, and kind. 10 the
very last day.
Don't you remember, Deacon. that winter
broke my arm?
Why, Caleb ekurscly left me, not even 10 tend
I" the iarm
There night and mOrnn' sitw him, a-sittIn' so
close To my bed,
| And knew him IN spite of the fever that made
IN su wild III my head
lie never did nnIhln' to sreve me, until he left
me- h"tiind-
Yes, know. there's no Use in talklr, but some
how II eaor- my mind.
| And hc 5Ot such store by you, Deacon ucriu /
tell You now,
But unless he had your jedgment, he never
would buy COW.
Well, our COW is gone, and the horse tOO-poUi
Caleb WAS fond OF Jack.
And cried like fool this mornin' when l1uk-
-'i nj the empty rack.
| hope he Ii he kindly treated: 'twould worry
POOR Caleb
If them J"nses should whip the cre,ur-but /
| s'p"se he amt like To know.
I've been thnkin' II over lately that when Mary
| sIckenrd and died.
| Her iati-r's spcrrlt was broken, for she was
| allus his pride.
| He WASH never 80 chrcry; he'd smile, but the
| smile wan bright
| Aud hr didn't care Tor the cattle though once
| they q ben his delight.
| The ne ,hhur, all -:tu he was ,illn, and they
tried 10 hint II To me-
| They talked OF "A chuFcil-y.r cough; but oh !
| th- blind are those who trOH Z see.
l never believed he was goIn' TIL ssw him
a-iayin' here d"ai.-
There. thcr- don't be anxious DcaCsn: |
haven I no tears to shed
I've tired 10 keep things toscther-Ive ben
slavln' early snd late
But couidn' pay the int'rcst, nor git the farm
| work straight.
So OF course I've gone bchindhani and if the
farm should sell
| For enough to pay the mortgage s'posp twill
| hc dom we'll.
I've prayed az INST all hard feelin ; and to walk
as ii Christian ought,
Put it's hard to CaieO's rhIIurcn turned on,
| OF tn" place he bought;
And realm that text in the Bible bout widows
and orphans. you know.
Can't think the folks Will prosper who nr,
| wiiIln' I" sre go.
But there, IN !; kcepin' YOU Deacon and il, p
| nigh Your time Tor tea.
n"n come 0rer:' No, thank you | fee
| better alone, you see.
Besides, Couldn't eat nothin'; whenever I'vs
| tried 1t to-day
There's soncthin' here that chokcs me I'm
. nervous. s'pose you'Il say
'l've worked too hard p No. haven't. Why,
| it's work That keeps me strong;
| If | sol here thinsIn'. / III sartain nv hear
would break before long.
!. Not that care about livIn'. I'd ruthcr he lai,
away
. In the place I've marked beside Caleb, to res
! Till The jedguent-day.
But there . the children TO think of~that makes
my dnoiy clear.
And IN try 10 follow ii. Deacon, though In
tired of this earthly spccr.
ioOd-by, then. sha mt iuryit you nor all tn,
kindness you We shuweh
, | Twill help 10 cheer me- tO-mOrrer, ~ | 20 o,
my lonely road.
For-N hat are you sayin', Deacon necdu L
Fo"'r" bought the mortgage. and can stay
stop say II over slow
: lest wall nUw-j.-t wait a minute--I'n take l
in bmr-by
= Thoi can stay. Why. Deacon, don't know
what makes ne cry
| haven I no words 10 thank YOU III Caleb wa
only here,
Il He'd seen head for speakin'. he'd make M
e feciin's clear.
= | There's u pICter IN our old Bible of IN angl
. from the skies,
n And though he hasn't no grea,-coat, and n
IL speCtac!cs on his eyes,
= He looks Jestlik you, Deacon, with your smil
IL SO good and trew,
And whenever SEE the peter. twill make III
N think of you.
The children will be so happy Why, Debb
Will most go wild;
She fretted SO much nj leavin' her garding b,
hind, poor child
And, law I'm rs glad as Debby, eff only fC
tn jest one thing
ri No,c can tend the posies planted there la
he spring
I'd On Caieb's grave: he loved the flowers, and
en- seems pt he'll know
pd They're a-bla0min' all around him while he
s. slcepin' there below.
u Mrs. f. t. Corbets. In Harpers Magazine T.
September.