Arizona weekly enterprise., 1881-12-10
,opld not marry John Rogels, but fel,


 let IS have any" Her manners cer- the caste of We're ds Vero and when ehe called to collect the bili she gave my mother all unInnitad piece of her | mind, ending with: "re: hev you to | know, ma am, that me and my folks is jest as good as you a;i.! yoilr folks any day in the year and, is for my John, | et I'd knowed what he VAS after I'd hev showed him. A hity-tity piece-a nasty i little thing like thatl Ugh '"
 Has she gone craZy?' panted man. ma. "What have we done?" And then I burst into tears. "Don't blame her, mamma" 1 sobbed. "I'Ye broken poor Johp Rogers heart" There was q good deal of rain about that time, and chills and fever prevailed to aa alarming extent. John Rogers took then1--1 suppose lying on tue ground was not good for hirn-and had them very badly. He enjoyed 1t, think now, but he was terrible, haunting ghost to me as lie graw thinner and thinner, and yeliower al'd yeliower, and haunted ny path with reproachful gogqle eyes and Yenuyson sticking put of his pocket. I thjak my remorse might eventually have roken down my constitution If papa had not decided that we should all spend q year in Europe.
 I married abroad, and on our return we all settled in Now York, and I felt glad not to return and face the tomb- stone of poor John Rogers.
 ''rm afraid" of:en said to my hus- band, with tears in my eyes" I'm afraid, love, that I hare broken one honest heart that loved me well, aud that I may even De responsible for 8 life"
 And ! never dared to sleep alone in the dark, for fear of seeing the ghost of poor John Rogers pointing to 8 vol tune of Tennyson.
 How tue years fyr But mine flew happily. was 30 years old, and the mother of thrse little children, when we one day bethought us to go upon an ex- c'usion up the river. The day was fine; the air delicious the boat little too crowded. On our way we stopped at the landing nearest our old home, and. though fourteen years had flown. thought of John Rogers and grew mel ancholy.
 "That ghost" said to myself, twill never be laid. Yet certainly did noth- ing wrong. l never encouraged him, and could not marry him. That would have been impossible"
 Meanwhile the gang-plank, es I be- heve they call 1t, was thrown out, and some people came on board. Among them was an exceedingly fat, comfortf ble man of 35 or more his wife, dry, skinny person. in bright blue bon and purple grenadine dress, and s small tribe of children. I should not have noticed them any more than any of the rest but for the mans amazing promptitude in gathering up camp-stools and the fact that he seated the family very near our party Once established, however, 1t was impossible to forget them, for he talked necessarily.
 Martha Jane. got the basket? Wal, I am relieved thought you'd left 1t, and we'd be obliged to buy our victuals at the tavern, charging as they do. Sally, stop scratchin' your shoe toes. Do you think I'm made of money? Ma, hist Peter onto your lap, won't you? Next thing he'll be overheard. Don't scratch your head so, David. Ma, your vail'll git blowed off next, and you'll be both erin about new one.
 "When bother, I'll get one, replied a sharp female voice. ''Ef was you I wouldn't publish my meanness to the hull boat, John Rogers"
 John Rogers At the name I turned, and looked full into the fat mans face It was very red and round now. No hollow ill the cheeks-no sharpness in the temples, but there were the big gog- gle eyes, round and blue as ever. The nose, with the funny hicks in the nos trils, and the curious, pale reddish eye brows, and 8 good deal of the pale red dish hair.
 Ut is John Rogers I" I calculated. involuntariiy. It was his turn to be startled
 "Who on earth [" he eiaculated.
 Then a sudden light of recognition appeared on his face.
 "Not Miss Celina Tompkins p he cried, and we shook hands. This here's my partner" he said, indicating his wife with wave of his umbrella 1; land see you've got one, too, and both our quivers is purity full. We've gol older. ain't we, all of us, since you lived to Piankvlle? Grand ther was fortynate enough to die next spring, and me and Samanthy stepped off in August. ] weigh more'n 1 used to done turn the miller's scales at 200. Mrs. Rogers, this here is"
 I gave him my married name as he paused, and received very unfavorable glance from Mrs. John Rogers.
 Afterward I heard her spouse explain. ing:
 "She sot considerably by me when she was a gal, but she took too many airs. She was one of them kind thai was all outside and nothin' solid, 50 I lei her know I wasn't to be caught. They did say she most broke her heart. dunno"
 eff she knowed whatI've had to stand she'd rejoice. retorted the still unmolli fled Mrs. John Rogers. "I'm sure wish you'd had her."
 A little later I saw them with theil nine q had an impression that they had nine) small children, .and one in tn, arms, hunting for place to lunch com fortably, and I turned to my husband with sort of gasp.
 My dear," I said. that's my ghos that's the person I've always believed I murdered"
 "The one who died of love for you sake ?" asked my spouse.
 I answered: "The very same Johl Rogers. He is laid at last. "-Nean Tor. TeoJupr