Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1878-03-28

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had been under the we ,ther for tw,
or three days. At least she said she
was, but these attacks came rather
frequently, Boggs thought, for wher
his wife was having one Of her of
spells he had to cook the meals apG
do all the house work. We don't re.
member what particular state the
weather was in this last time, bu,
Mrs. Boggs was under it, and she was
under it very bal. She even told
Boggs that she di Int believe she was
ever going to get up out Of it,and she
made hysterical request that he
bury her in some sunny spot where
the birds might come and sing to her,
and she made him promise that he
would bring flowers once a week and
scatter tn IN over her grave. A dozen
times that day was Boggs called from
his work in the kitchen to bid a last
farewell to his dying wife, but still
she lin cred. He had been through
tEis experience great many times
before, 50 he was not much alarmed
as he might otherwise have baen.
That night as he sat watching, like
the atfectionate husband he was, at
her bedside, she saw that he was
deeply engrossed in book.
What book a'e YOU reading, DEAR
she family asked.
"A railroad guide, my love- was
the reply.
what d9 you want with railroad
guide? she inquired.
1 want to see how far it is to
Washington, Pa, and how the trains
run, said Mr., Boggs.
She would have asked him what he
had to do with Washington, Pa, but
hc got up and went out and she fell
into a 'loze, the inclination to which
she dllnt care to repress, even though
it delayed the final departure that she
had SO often p:ated about. When she
awoke she saw Boggs bending over
her with a candle. lie evidently
hadn't observed that she was awake,
so closing her eyes she feigned sleep
and overheard the following soliIlo-
qny, which sufficiently explained to
her now thoroughly awakened senses
his inquiry Of the railroad guide about
the route to Washington, Pa 'Spien-
did subject for cremation-a little
scra5gy (Mrs, Boggss fingers worked
nervousIy under the bed clothes and
she had hard work to keep them from
flying at him), but the scraggy ones
lncinuate quicker than the fat ones.
the doctor says. Sic could be creased
if necessary to make her go quicker.
Think I'll send her up by express, as
I'm too busy in the store to get away
Her ashes can be forwarded TO me in
an envelope through the mail. l will
know them (audible chuckle.) They
will be under the weather every few
weeks and want to die. And they II
ask me to bury them in some sunny
spot whore the birds can come and
sing to them. I'll send word to Dr..
lie Moyne to make it hot for her
she has kept things hot enough for me,
And I'll tell him to let all the repor-
ters in, so as to give her good send
off through tie papers, and whoop 'ey
up Liza Jane. Sorry | cant be there
myself to stir her up, and
a thrilling, ear-pioreing scream
came from the woman under the
weather, and with a bound sufficient
to land on top Of any weather that
ever lived, she sprang out of bed and
had Bogss by the ear in flash, while
she fairly screamed
You'll cremate me, will you, you
ballheaded old reprobate Youl II
send my scragsy body up to Washing
ton by express (giving his ear wiring
between the sentences); and tell
that wicked old wretch, lie Moyne, 20
make it hot for me and you will
Lave my ashes sent to you in a letter
Growing more and more wrothy, and
humping him over the head with the
candles,ick she had snatched away
from his hand) and bury me in some
sweet, sunny spot (whack y where the
birds may come and sing (blng y and
you want the reporters there (bang y
to whoop 'er up Liza Jane. (boom J