Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1878-09-14

THE FORECLOSURE OF THE MORT
GAGE.

Walk right in the sittin room Deacon; it's all in
muddle. you see,
But hadn't no heart to right it, 20 I've lest let
everything be.
Besides, I'm goiog to- morrer-I calk'ate TO start
with the dawn
And the house won't seem so home-like if it's oil
upset and forlorn.
sent of the children this mornin' they both on
EN- begged TO stay,
But thought 'twouId be easier, mebbe, if was
alone to-day.
For this is the very day, Deacon jest twenty year
ago,
That Caleb and me moved in so couldn't forRit
it, you know.
We wa. SO busy and happy wed been married
amonth before
And Caleb would clear the table aad brush M 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, you remember, Deacon. that winter broke
Why, Caleb skursely left me. not even to tend to
the farm. =
There night and mornin' saw him, s-settin' 20
close to my bed,
And knew him in spite Of the fever that made
me 80 wild in my head.
me behind = y
Yes, now, there's no use in talkin', but somehow
And he set such store by you, Deacon needn't
But unless he had your Judgment, be never would
buy COW. ll =
Well, our cows is gone aud the horse too-poor y
Caleb was fond of Jack,
And cried like fool this morAin' when looked
at the empty rack.
hope he'll be kindly treated; 'twould worry poor
Caleb so
If them Joneses should whip the cretur-but /
s'pose he amt like to know. fafr
I've ben 'hinkin il over lately, that when Mary
sickeued and died,
Her fathers SPIRIT was broken, for she wss alas
his pride.
He wasn't never so cherry; he'd smile. but the
smile want bright, aaf sff
And he didn't care Tor the cattle. though once
they'd been his delight. hr
The neighbors all said be was ailin and they tried
to hint it to me;
They talked of q church-yard cough; but, oh the
blind are those that won't see.
l never believed he was goin till l saw him ly-
in here dead
no tears TO shed.
I've tried to keep things together-Pve ben slav-
in carly and late
But couldn't pay the interest, nor get the farm
work straight.
So of course I've gone behindbapd. and il the farm
For enough to pay the mortgage. s'pose twill bs
doin' well.
I've prayed aginst all hard feelins g. and to walk 70
u Christian ought,
But it's hard to Caleb's children turned out Of
the place he bought; sr
And readn' that text in the Bible bout widows
and orphans, you know,
cant think the folks will prosper who are willin'
to see US 10.
But there Pm a-keepin' you, Deacon, and it's
nigh your time for tea. .4f
Wont come oUers" No, thank you; l feel bet
ter alone, you see.
Besides, L couldn't eat nothin'; whenever I've
tried it to-day ..
There's scmethin here that chokes me. I'm nsrv.
Gus, l s'pose you'll say.
"fve worked too hardf" No, haven't. Why,
its work that keeps me strong;
Ii sot here thinkin, I'm sartAin my heart would
break before long, .-
Not that care about Twin I'd ruther be laid
away
In the place I've marked beside Caleb, to rest till
the Judgment day.
But there's the children to think of-that makes
my dOoty clear,
And III try to foler it, Deacon though L IN tired
of this earthly speer.
Good by, then l sha'n't forgit you, nor oil the
kindness you've showed; biz
| Twill help to cheer me to- mo rrer as 20 on my
lonely road. Hl 2
For What are you sayin', Deacon l needn't
Il needn't 90:
You'es bought the mortgage, and I can stsy'
stop. say it over slow
jest wait now-jest wait minute-I'll take it In
bime-bv
That can stay. Why, Deacon, don't know
what makes me cry
| haven't no words to thank you. Ef Caleb wss
only here, .s4. Cd
He'd sech head for speakin', he'd make my feel
in's clear.
There's picter in our old Bible of an angel from
the skies,
And though he hasn't no great-coat. and no spec
tacies on bis eyes,
He looks jest like you, Deacon, with your smile
SO good and trew.
And whenever see that pcter, twill make me
think of yeu.
The children will be 80 happy Why. Debby
will most 20 Wild
She fretted 80 much =, ieavin' her gsrding bennd,
poor child
And, law I'm as glad as Debby, eff only for jest
one thing
Now Can tend the posies l planted there last
spring
On Cslebs grave he loved the flowers, and 1t
seems ss ef he'll know
They're a-bloomin' all around him while he's
sleepin' there below.
-HarD.rs Na1a-ins,