Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-10-25

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| Tor IS giving her pkysic. She persuaded the
| Doctorto take her over the mountain thi:
morning to see the Widow Sly. No good came
lieve. to beg the hussy to write 1 for Iiph. but
| she took her bed when she got home from
sheer disappointment of mind.
Jan. u--Tirzah hath high fever
Fab, HI have had no time to write fol
sTfrzah has had spell of sickness but is better
now Her folks are coming to take her home
/ shall miss her sorely- 'Liph wrote from Tip
to hone nraaa h 1o
but she will not
Feb I6-Tirzah has gone. I have lost my
will pulled the house well nigh to pieces
but can not find it.
Feb. IL have finished my petticoat, and
.ald 1t away with my grave clothes can not
/ nnd sly will.
March 1.-'Liph writes that he has received
the money, bat he is not minded to come
home must make new viii, for l can not
md the old one. and if I die without will
zsah is teaching school up the Onion River
way 1t is reported thai the Widow sly is en-
gagged to young man of family. bur Of sien-
der fortune She would have done as well TO
have taken 'Liph with the meadow farm.
March "A great house-c leaning, but did
not find the viii. :
Charlotte CLOSED the book.
This is the last entry Later in the
season the fate-bringing tramp knocked
at the Doctors door, and both the good
physician and his wife died of the
plague. she contracting the disease
while nursing him. The will was never
found, and the Entire estate passed TO
my Grandfather Ii h. all but the yalu-
able papers of which she speaks Mrs,
Pillsbury was rs good as her word, and
took them with her. =
You don mean they were actually
buried in her coffin?'
3 No; fancy she gave them to chart
table purposes during her life, and that
way increased her credit at Heavens
bank. lam GLAD they did not fall to
my grandfather, but wish Tizan could
have had them. | wonder what became
Of her. Grandfather married a Western
woman, and never came Easa'a
] Afew dass later my 'iend-called up
on me. There was a hunted look upon
IT Is of no use.a she broke ont. i'm
petuously. I am going back to Cleve-
land 'to-moFrow.y- That AIr. Hurle Oh
will not give me any peace: He has
called upon Ine.eanu sthonghIe fas ex-
pla ned nothing, find myself deceived
b. -A.Ia Ia spite of mEseIf--I will not
love man that can not respect, and SO
I have to bid you good by
.sHave you asked hia to explain mat
ters?' | ventured.
',No-how could [? He aasroo great
an influence over me when / am with
him for me to believe anything to his
discredit Ii can not fight. l can at
least run, and as l have not quite lost
my wits sts
Come in and see Aunt Debbv.
Wen have another afternoon in the
olden time before you leave insisted.
Aunt Debby sat with her scrap bag in
her lap, its contents spread upon the
table before her.
'-What have YOU here?" | asked.
affecting great interest in the pieces as
seated Charlotte beside her.
Miss Pillsbury's wild-goose pattern
for a quilt, replied Aunt Debbv. ..She
was q master hand for patchwork.
Nobody ever thought of having quilt
ing without looking over Miss Pills
bury's patterns, both for cutting and
stitching. There was the rising sun
pattern and the grapevine, the shit and
miss asd the album, log-cabin, sun
flower, shell and dozen more of her
ownget up. She kept the frames set
all the time in her Keeping room, and
you see her there quntin' herself of an
afternoon. There was nigh as many
beds in the Doctors house as in a
tavern: and though they didn't gener-
ally have more 'ntwo or three sets of
boarding patients at a time, Miss Pills
bury kept every bed supplied with
quilts and comfortables, and many's the
nice new one that the Doctor burned on
the brush-heap behind the barn after a
case Of fever For all that his wife
never sighted her work: thereaTas the
same number of. little mites of stitches,
and the same amount of fuss about,
choosing a. pretty pattern, and, having
the colors Bright and cheerful, as if the
quilt waste last a century. 4 favorite
pattern with her-though others seldom
tried it, it was so troubfesome-wa the
flower garden. They had chintzes in
those days, something like the ere
tonnes you girls make table-cloth>
borders of nowadays. Well. Miss
-Pillsbury she'd cut out the flowers
and birds and things, and piece 4hem
together real curious, SOS to make
a regular picture. | remember
seeing one that had a Chinese pagodk
in the center, and a fountain on one
side and a sun-dial on other. She said
that was no end of comfort 10 several
patients. There was her nephew Eli
phalet, a dreadful venturesone boy.
who was always climbing into all sorts
of dangerous places. He broke his leg
falling from the ridge-pple Of the barn
where he was trying to hoist 3 wealth
ercock. 1t was uncommon hard for
him to lie abed: but it seemed to ease
him to let his fingers go wriggling up
that garden-path to the pagodv. and
then make believe squirm to the top
dozens and dozens of times. And
there was girl who had a fever: when
she was awake she just kept her eye
fixed on the fountain: and even in her
crazy spells she'd mutter to herself:
drip. drip. Oh. so COOL! oh, SO cool.'
Miss Pillsburv set sight by her
nephew 'Liph, though by all accounts
he was as mischerful a boy as ever
lived. But then she and the Doctor had
no children of their own, and it seemed
as if both their hearts were running
over with love to waste on somebody.