Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-08-13

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tea she forgot the alpaca dress and It's
departed owner.
But only temporarily, for, two or
three days after, sitting solemnly and
almost tearfully again at the window,
she began in the tone which people use
when they are telling the "particn-
| lars.n
"You Jest orter sec them, miss'-for
! had utterly refused TO glance in the
direction OF the grief-stricken house
tits so touchin' ike. He's a-siitin' the
the ashes now, miss. She done it that
hrst day we come. She had on an old
caliker-they give IL 10 the woman next
door atterward; and then she slicked up
her kitchen and put on the alpaca and
went out a-callin or somethin'. She
seemed to think lot of her neighbors
and they of her. Isee they had house
full at the funeral"
" Mercy" exclaimed, quite out of
patience with Sarah Blyster's prying
disposition. "Y You shouldn't be looking
in at their windows, Mrs Blyster; t
isn't polite"
"Humphl" said the good soul, with
some spirit, "I amt alookin' in at
their windows. see it all without
lookin'i can't help seein', they're so
close and low like; and I've seen a sight
o. trouble and death, and it amt to me
as it is to a giddy young thing like you,
and with this crusher' Mrs. Blyster
went out to take my tray.
The next day the Doctor sent her out
to take a walk and she came in radiant
81 went by the front o. that little
house, you know, where she died fort
nit ago. Jest as clean, you never seel
Them two men must a. scrubbed the
steps and front themselves. An such a
nice rag carpet on the front-room floor,
an the clock a tickin' on the mantel.
shelf. My it must be awful lonesome
without herl" And Mrs. Blvster
drew her face down dolefully.
Ah, la! Mrs. Blyster's heart was get
ting enlisted. The dear old house, il it
was only hospital, was not going to be
without its romance after all.
4" He goes to his shop every mornin',"
said Mrs. Blyster, irrelevantly, as she
frightened up the fire a day or two later.
"HeP WhoP" l asked, stupidity.
Mrs. Blyster started like child caught
at the cookies.
81 jest see that man over there, - and
she nodded in the direction of the back
window. al see him a splittin' some
kin Tins an then goin' off TO his work.
L rayther guess he's a carpenter, but
mebbe its mason, or mebbe its a shoe
maker.n
"Sure enough!" I rejoined. "But
what difference does it make to you,
Mrs. BlysterP"
"Law!" said Mrs. Blyster, bridling;
"you haven't no interest in your fellow
bein's. Now here's q poor man, as
likely man as I've seen this MANY a
long day, gone and a-lost his wife-the
dearest creetur to him prob'ly in the
world" And Mrs. Blyster's voice
chOked'up. "And you haven't no more
sympathy with him than nothin' in the
world" d"
There was an eloquence of reproach
in this which quite silenced me-though
| feebly protested my innocence-and
the subject was dropped.
Sunday, however, was the grand day
for Mrs. Blyster's observation, for then
the " inexpensive he 1T was a real
trial to her that she did not know his
name-was at home all day. She spec |
ulated on his name a great deal.
"There's bearin' about his mien,"
ooiu thdO ldtlJ WIFI SOHl6 BBnJllnenJ, |
" that seems to sorter show he hain't got |
no common name; now 1 know he |
haiH't got no common name; now [ |
know he amt got'no name like Smith" |
" I'M afraid we never shall know"
! said, soberly; " I'm getting well very
fast, Mrs. Blyster."
d" Yes you bel" said the good soul,
giving me an affectionate hug. eyes
you be; an I'm glad enough if it do
put me out of job. But likely the
doctor IL get me here again.
"0h, yes!" L said; "but what do
you think that mans name is nowP"
Mrs. Blyster returned to the subject
with evident alacrity.
"Likely faint nothin' like Perkins?"
she said interrogatively. The Per-
kinses were great family, who lived
near by in a grand mansion.
"YOu know 1 haven't seen him."
said, half ashamed of drawing out the
dear, old creature Just for my own
amusement. "Perhaps 1t might be
Crippen." The Crippens lived further
down the street and, though not so aris-
tocratic as the Perkinses, had still claims
to consideration.
"That just about suits him. said
good Mrs. Blyster, with some enthusi-
asm. "Mr. Crippenl That sounds
quite like him. declare I'm
ashamed at my age, but rainy as
tits could really almost put on my
gums and go out. feel so kinder anx-
ious to git hold of his name"
couldn't help laughing. "Mrs. Blys-
tor" said, "I do hope you will know
some day, and if 1 ever find out III tell
you"
Something in my manner quite in
jured her feelings.
81 'spose you think I'm silly" she
said, in a hurt way; but, indeed, he's
a very nice man."
% know he is, dear Mrs. Blyster," f." /
said penitently. "And I'm every bit in
earnest, and l want you to promise to
make me some of that famous toast of
yours tonight. Alas l fear l shan't
have much more of it for / was al
most well. This cleared good Mrs.
Blyster's face in a moment, and she
FASTENED to set out the cherubs and gilly- ,
lowers and ran to get the toaster.
Two days later was to go. The bills /
were paid and the carriage was order {
ed, and Sarah Blyster and 1 were sit [
ling before the pleasant fire having a I
farewell chat, when suddenly in burst I
)ne of the maids. T