The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-08-23
the FORECLOSURES OF THE MORT
GAGE.


BY MRS. n. 4. CONFETTI.
Walk right in the settin'room, Deacon it's all in
But hadn't no heart to right it, so I've jest let
Besides I'm a-goin' to-morrer-I calk1ate TO start
with the dawn - =. 49,, =,
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,
alone to-day.
For this the very day, Deacon, just tweh'! year
That Caleb aud me moved in so couldn't forgt
We were So busy and happy l-wed ben married
month before A.
And Caleb you'd clear the table and brush up the
He said was tired, ana he'd help me but, law
that was always his way
Always handy and helpful, and kind, to the very
Don't You remember, Deacon, that winter broke
WHY Caleb sursely left me, not even to tend to the
farm.
There night and mornin' saw him' a-se''ih 81
close TO my bed,
And knew HIM in spite OF the FEVER tnat maoe nie
wild in my head. - .
He never did nothin' to grieve me, une he left me
behind
Yes, know, there's use in talkin', but somehow
IL eases my mind. .
And he sot such store by gOt, Deacon, needn't tell
But unless he had your judgment, he never would
Well. our cows is gone, and the horse, too-poor
Caleb was fond OF Jack,
And cried like fool this mornin' when looked
at the empty rack.
hope he'll be kindly treated; 'twould worry poor
Caleb so
II them Joneses should whip the cretur-but l
spose he amt like to know.
I've ben thinkin' it over lately, that when Mary
sickened aud died,
Her fathers sperrit was broken, for she was alus
his pride
He wasn't never so CHEEKY; he'd smie but the smile
And he didn't care for the CATTLE though once they'd
ben his delight.
The neighbors all said he was ailin and they tried
to hint II TO me-
They talked Of a church-yard cough but oh the
blind are those who icOHt see.
never believed he was goin' till saw him a-ayin'
here dead.
There there don't be anxious, Deacon; havenf
no tears to shed.
I've tried to keep things together-Ive ben slavin'
early and late
ut couldn't pay the int'rest nor git the farm
work straight.
SO of I've gone behindhand, and, If the farm
should sell
For enough to pay the mortgage, s'pose Twill be
doin' well.
I've prayed az inst all hard feeins, and to walk as
Christian ought,
But it's hard to see Calebs children turned out OF
the place he bought;
And readin that text IN the Bible bout widows and
orphans, you know,
can't think the folks will prosper who are willin
to see us go.
But there I'm .keepin you, Deacon, and it's
nigh your time for tea. 49,
Won't I come ouer ~ No, thank you; / feel bet
ter alone, you see.
Besides, couldn't eat nothin'; whenever I've tried
ii to-day
There's somethn here that chokes me. I'm mar
vous, spose, you'll say.
at We worked too hard p No, haven't. Why, it's
work that keeps me strong;
If sot here thinkin' I'm sartain my heart would
Not that care about livin' I'd ruther be laid away
In the place I've marked beside saleb, to rest till
the jedgment-day.
But there's the children to think of-that makes my
And I'll try to foler it, Deacon, though I'm tired Of
this earthly speer.
GOod-by, then. L sha'n't forgt you nor all the
kindness you've showed;
Twill help to cheer me to-morrer, as l go on my
lonely road,
For What are you sayin' Deacon? I needn't
needn't go?
You've bought the mortgage, and 1 stay
Stop say il over slow
Jest wait now-jest wait minute-I'l take it il
That can stay. Why, Deacon don't know wha
makes me cry
haven't words to thank you. Eff Caleb wal
only here,
He'd sech head for speakin, he make my feelini
clear.
There's picter in our old Bible Of an angel from
the skies,
And though he hasn't no great-coat, and no specta
Giles on his eyes,
He looks jest like you, Deacon, with your smile
good and trew,
And whenever l see that picter, twill make mt
think of you.
The children will be so happy Why, Debby viii
most go wild;
She fretted so much at leavin' her garding behind
poor child
And, law I'm as glad as Debby, eff only for jes
one thing
NOo tend the posies planted there last spring
On Caleb's grave. He loved the flowers, and il
seems as eff he'll know
They're a-bloomin' all around him while he's
sleepin' there below.
-Hdrper's Magazine for September.