The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-07-31
mites in that line will be nipped in the
bud if it's all true.'
"'Then IL ia true2,

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"'Then it is true?'
"' Yesr / sez, kind desperate: very
soon, l s'pose, the place that knows me
so well will know me no more;' and
the tears came into my eyes. I'm a
lone, lone woman, and where I'll DRIFT to
l don't know
"'Twouldn't bring much at van
doo,' she says, lookin' round very keen
like.
"'No, l s'pose not; rubbish most of
it,
80 But you've got some good linen as
I'd like, she says, in manner con-
sidered unfeelin,' and this ere arm
cheers comfortable. I'm sort o. used to
this armcheer, and l wouldn't mind
biddin' it in at private sale, if you'd
wait bit for the money
was sort O. Disguised at her selfish
ness never seemin' to feel how used I
was to the armchair, or how it hurt me
to think of partin' with the things.
:" It's melancholy world she says,
the next minute. 1 think, perhaps, that
she'd forgot about the condolin "A pill
grim's progress of male, and blessed
be them what's got nothin'. Isome-
times wish l was out of it all when he
gets the tantrums and sends the plates
flying at my head. give you my word
we amt got whole plate in the house,
and we wouldn't have thing to eat off
if it wasn't for that cement they call
stratena, as mcnds 'em with continual.
And abuse-you wouldn't believe it,
Miss Haddock; a-tellin' me to 20 to
-devilish place, you know. SEE l,
you'd better be wishin' me in heaven,
SEE |, coz I'd be more out of your way
Every ones got their cross seq,
signing.
I've got more'n my share she.sez.
DRAWN down the corners of her mouth.
Sararaun Haddock, you was wise
woman never TO tie yourself to any male
critter. Why it seems more like heaven
to git over here to little peace and
quietness; and woteyer I'm goin' to do
when you're gone--n
amt gone yet,' SEE l, sort o. snap.
pish-cos l couldn't bear her takin' it
for granted that there wasn't chance
for me. We're such curious critters, you
see! kept clingin' to the hope that
God was goin' to work some miracle for
me. Now He did, and this was how it
came about. l excused myself to 90
and put on the tea-kettle, and then I
found hadn't blessed thing for tea.
had milk in the house, but nary an egg,
and what kin body do without eggs.
only had a couple of hens, and they was
asserting and steadily purposed to bring
up family. So, thinks /, I'll lust
throw on sun-bonnet and step over to
Neighbor Parker's and git some, and
Miss Van will never surmise the state
of my larder. Lor, l wouldn't a-had
the neighbors know shat hadn't a bit
of Clipped beef in the house for for
tune.
So / picked up a plate-a Equeer
looking thing, a monstrosity I calls it
that Rube had brung home once. 1t
had snake like life curled I'D in the
middle of it, and for fear it wouldn't be
natural enough it was riz on the stu fl
looked as if you could knock it off most,
and l often wished I could, for I
couldn't stomach the thought of eatin'
Oft it while that varmint was coiled u
there; an as if that wasn't enough,
there was snails all around it, and on
the border two lizards and beetles and
various bugs colored like life. looking
as if they'd Just lighted there, and more
curious still, if there wasn't two fish
laid out with their scales a-shinin'. l
never set much store by the thing, but
grandma had a great liking for crockery,
and she had pitcher that matched it,
SO on her account | had never given it
away. One good of the vandoo,' l seq,
with sigh, will be clearin' out all
this rubbidge as suppose will go for a
song
"Well, hurried over the track and
caught Miss Parker skimmin' her milk,
and she was very accommodating about
the eggs. When l got to the road again
there was great train stoppin' the way.
1t was so long, thinks I, I'll never take
the time to go round, but just step up
the steps and down on t'other side.
was up without givin' it second
thought, when, Lor' if the pesky thing
didn't give start like it was shakin'
itself, and the mos. diabolical snyeort I
ever heard. and was off like the wind !!
And was so skeered l tilted that there
plate till the eggs rolled off and lay all
smashed about my feet. l could have
cried. / hadn't any money to pay for
the ride, and / stood starin' about m e
in DAFT way, wonderin' what Miss Van
was a-thinkin' when the conductor came
along.
"' You can't stand on the platform
my good woman" SEE he mot al
lowed
| Tim lost! I'm on the wrong train
| / mean don't want To he on no train at