The Waco daily examiner. [volume] (Waco, Tex.) 187?-1888, 1878-08-24
The Foreolosure of the Mortgage.

Walk right in the sittin' room, Deacon; Its all
In a muddlc, you see,
But hand NO heart To right II, 50 I've Just
let everything be.
Besides, Pm a-gUin' to-morrer-l calk late to
start with the dawn
And the house won seem 50 hOmc-like II Its
all upset aud iurlOrn
| sent on The children this mOrnin' they both
on 'pnI begged to stay,
But thought 'twould he easier, mcbbe, II |
was alone tO-'lHy.
For this was the very day, Deacon, just TWEEN
" years ago,
That Caleb aud me moved in; 50 | couldn t for
get II, you know.
We was 50 busy and happy'-wc'd been mar
ricd a month before
And Called would clear the table and brush the
kitchen floor.
lie said was tired, and he'd help mci but
lawl 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 armY
WHY, Caleb skurscly left me, not even to tend
Ia the farm.
There night and nornin' saw him, a-scttin'
50 close to my l,pfl,
And knew him In spite OF the fever that made
me 50 wild In my head,
lie never did nothln' to grleve me, until he left
me behind
Yes, 1 know, there's no use In talkin', but
somehow II eases my mind.
Aud he sot such store by you, Deacon, nccdn' I
tell you now,
/ Hut unless lie had YOUR Judgment, he never
would buy COW.
Well, our cows is gone, and the horse too
| poor Caleb was fond of Jack,
| And cried like fool this mnrnin' when
looked at the empty rack.
! hope he'll be kindly treated; 'twould worry
| poor Caleb 50
| If them Joneses should whip the cretur-but
s'rose he amt like to know.
| l'Ne been thinkin' IL over lately, that when
| Mary sickencd and died,
Her father ; sperrit was broken, for she was
I al liz
lie WASH t 30 CHEEKY; he'd smile, but the smil,
| want bright,
And he didit care for the cattle, though one,
| they'd ben his delight.
| The neighhors all said he was ailin', and they
| tried To hint IL to me;
| They talked of a church-yurd cough; bnt, oh
| the blind are those who won't see.
| | never believed he was goin' till | saw him a.
| lANiu' here dead
There, ihere' don't he anxious, Deacon;
haven no tears To shed.
| I've tried to Keep things together-l'Ne beer
| slAviu' early aud late
But couldn't pny the int'rest, nor git tn,
| mrm-wurk straight.
| So of course Eve got behindhand, and II the
farm should sell
For enough to pay the mortgage, ls'pose Twill
| I've prayed ag lnst hard feelin's, and to wall
as Christian ought,
But Its hard to sse Caleb's children turned on
| of the place lie boughti
| Aud readn' the text of the Bible bout widows
and orphans, you know,
! cam think the folks will prosper who ar,
| wlllin' to see us go.
| But there Pm a-keepin' you, Deacon, and IT.
| nigh your time for tea.
Won't come Oyer2" No, thank you; fee
| better alone, You see
Besides couldn't eat nOthin'i whenever
| tried 1t to-day
There's s0methin' here that chokes me I'm
| nervous, s'pOse yOu'll say.
"Pye worked loo hardy No haven't. Why
| rs work that Keeps me strong;
If set here tlinkln', Pm Sartnin INV hear
heart would break before long
Not that care about liVin'. I'd rather b
laid away
In the place Pve marked beside Caleb, to res
till the judgment day.
But there's the children to think of, that make
my dooty clear,
And IN try 10 foller it, Deacon, though I'm
tired Of this earthly speer.
Goodbye, then, shan't forget you, nor al
the kindness yOn'v shOwd;
Twill he'll to cheer ne to-morrcr, as go o.
| my lonely road,
For What are you sayin' Deacon9 | needn'
| II needn't go2
You've bought the mortgage, and can stay
| Stopl say IL over slow.
Jest wait NOVELIST wait minutc-I'll take
| In bime-hy
That can stay. Why Deacon, don't knoN
| what makes me cryl
haven't no words To thank you. IL Gale
| was only here,
He'd sech head for speakin', he'd make m
feclin's clear,
There's picther In our old Bible Of an angC
| from the skies
And though 1t has no great-cOat, and no spec
tacles ON his eyes,
lie looks jest like you, Deacon, with you
| smile SO good and trcw.
And whenever see that pictlcr, twill max
me think Of you.
Tie children will he So happyl Why, Debb
will 'most go wildi
She frcttcd 50 much Mt lcnyin' her gnrdln' bt
hind, poor child
And, law I'm glad as Debby, ef only io
jest one thing
Now can tend the posies planted there Las
spring
On Jaleb's grave; he loved the flowers, ami
seems us ef he'll know
They re a-bloomin' all around him while he
slecpiu' below,
-lfrom IIarper's for September.