Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1880-10-13

cross-oones visible, but on the last wers
sundry characters of letters. What M
one could tell, until there dopped In for
chat certain printer of the neiehborhood
accustomed to reading things backward.
by George" said he, tina. is curiou.
ihat Is ncurious-r-e-s-ur-g-a-m-resur.
GAM that is what is on the loaf-resurgam. y
III is what they put on tombs, isn't iti'
asked poor Mrs Hubbard, family.
wen, yes, said Mr.. Hubbard. being
oonsed to admit it. ''But it is not SC
paa as cross bones and skulls"
Mrs. Hubbard shook her head.
III Is even solemner, said the little
"onan' who was not as good a linguIst as
oreadmaker. feel confident, William. that
1 Shall soon be resurgamed, and what will
these dear children do thenl"
And now that the second loaf wa, he.
lore her eyes, marked even more swfully
than the first, Mrs. Hubbard grew really
pale and thin, and lost her cheerfulness.
II have presentment," she said. over
ano over again, 'that the third baking will
decide who the warning belongs to- 1 be-
leve It Is meant for Inc, and time will
show. Don't you see how thin l am grow
ingi'
And though Mr.. Hubbard laughed. he
also began TO be tronbled.
The third baking day was one OF gloon.
solemnly, as funeral, the familyassembled
to assist in the drawing.
Five loaves came out Inarkless; but one
remained.
Mrs. Hubbard's hand trembled, but she
drew IT forth. She laid it on the tray.
She. TUNED softly about At last she ex-
posed the lower surface. On it were letters
printed backward, plain enough to read
this time, and arranged thus:
Died April I'd,
lamentcd by
her large family.
''lt is me ~ cried Mrs. Hubbard, 81 am
am going to go to morrow-this is the lst.
| do feel faint-yes, l do. 1t is awful, and
so sudden.
And Mrs. Hubbard tainted away in the
arms of the most terrified of men and
husbands.
The children screamed; the cat mewed;
the dog barked- The oldest boy ran for
the doctor. People focked to the Hub
bard's. The loaf was examined. Yes,
there was Mrs. Hubbard's warnIng-her
call to quit this world.
She lay in bed, bidding good-by to her
family and friends. her strength going fast.
She read her Bible, and tried not to grieve
too much. The doctor shook his head. The
clergyman prayed with her. Nobody
doubted that her end was at hard, for peo-
pie were very superstilious in those days.
They had been up all night with good
Mrs. Hubbard, and dawn was breaking,
and with it she was sure that she must go,
when gathering over the road and up to
the door came a horse, and on the horse
came a man, who aIlghted. He ratified
the knocker and rushed in. There was no
stopping HIM. Up the stairs he went to
Mrs Hubbard's room, and bolted into it.
Everyone stared at him as he took off
his hat.
"PardIng," said he breathlessly; Il
heard Mrs. Hubbard was dying. and she'd
warnings on her bskings. came over to
explain. You see, was a sexton of the
church here few years ago, and / know
all about it. You needn't die OF fear just
vet, Mrs. Hubbard, for it is neither spirits
nor demons about, nor yet warnin's. What
marks the loaves is old Mrs. Finkle's tomb
stone. took it for al oven bottom, seeing
there were no survivors, and bricks were
dear. The last folks before you didn't get
them printed off on their loaves because
they used tins; and we got used to the
marks ourselves. Crossbones and skulls
weput up with, and never thought of caring
for the resurgam. So yon see how it is,
and am sorry you've been scared.
Nobody said word The minister shut
his book. The doctor walked to the win
dow. There was deadly silence. Mrs.
Hubbard sat up in bed.
William 7" said she to her husband, 'the
first thing you do, get "a new bottom to that
oven"
And the tone assured the assemblage OF
anxious friends that Mrs. Hubbard was not
going to die just yet
Indeed. she came down the next Gay.
AMI when the oven had been reconstruct
ed, the first thing she did was to give In
yitations for a large tea-drinking-on
which occasion the loaves came out I'll