Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-11-03

yan. iO..Tirzah Mas quit school and the Doc
Doctogg i w her physic. She persuaded the
ntfol \ to see the Widow Sly. No good came
s 10 unat interview. She went, as 1 verify be
s sHse fo TO peg the hussy 10 write for 'Liph, bu,
SHEER disappointment of mind.
Jon. Il.-Tirzah hath q high fever.a
reD; tt have had NO time to write, fol-
~. mas had q spell of sickness. but is better
7 sha,, Her folks are coming to take her home.
R e for money, and I have sent him some
70 come home. Ihave urged Iirzah to stay,
Dut She will not.
III FSo' lc.3Tirzah has gone. I have lost my
Dut can not find it.
,oi Es6 2: FL have finished my .petticoat, and
find my will. AN
March l.-'Liph writes that he has received
the money, but he is not minded to come
nome; l must make q new will, for can not
ma the old one, and if l die without a will
.ne money oil goes to 'Liph. l hear that Tir-
way t is reported that The Widow Sly h is en.
gaged to a young man of family, but Of slen-
DER fortune: She would have done as we'll to
nave taken 'Liph with the meadow farm.
Mdrch "A great house-cleaning, but I did
not lind the will.
Charlotte closed the book.
''This is the last entry. Later in the
season the fate-bringingt tramp knocked
at the Doctors door, and both the good
physician and his wife died of the
plague, she contracting the disease
while n%ursinghim. The will was never
found, and the entire estate passed to
my Grandfather 'Liph. all but the valu-
able papers of which she speaks. Mrs.
Pillsbury was as good as her word, and
took them with her."
you don't mean they were actually
buried in her cofinp'
"No; / fancy she gave them to chart
table purposes during her life, and that
way increased her credit at Heavens
bank. I am glad they did not fall to
my grandfather, but I wish Tirzah could
have had them. I wonder what became
OF her. Grandfather married a Western
woman, and never came East"
A few days later my friend called up
on me. There was a hunted look upon
her face.
'It is of no use," she broke out, i'm
petuously. 81 am going back to Cleve-
land tomorrow. That Mr.. Burleigh
will not give me any peace. He has
called upon me, and though he has ex-
planned nothing, I find myself deceived
by him in spite Of myself. Twill not
love a man that I can not respect, and SO
I have to bid you good-by."
"Have you asked him to explain mat
ters?" I ventured.
'No-how could L? He has too great
an influence owe me when I am with
him for me to believe anything to his
discredit. If 1 can not fight, 1 can at
least run, and as 1 have not quite lost
my wits"
"Come in and see Aunt Debby.
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?" I asked,
affecting great interest in the pieces as I
seated Charlotte beside her.
"Miss Pillsbury's wild-goose pattern
for a quilt, replied Aunt Debby. "She
was q master hand for patchwork.
Nobody ever thought of having a 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 hit and
miss and the album, ~log-cabin, sun
flower, shell and a dozen more of her
own get up. She kept the frames set
all the time in her keeping room, and
you'd see her there quiltin' herself of an
afternoon. There wa nigh as many
beds in the Doctors house as in q
tavern; and though they didn't gener-
ally have more'n two 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 n that the Doctor burned on
the brush-heap behind the barn after a
case of fever. For all that his vito
never Sighted her work; there was 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 was to last a century. A favorite
pattern with her-though others seldom
tried it, it was so troublesome-was the
flower garden. They had chintzes in
those days, something like the Gre
tonnes you girls make table-cloth
borders of nowadays. Well, Miss
Pillsbury she'd cut out the flowers
and birds and things, and piece them
together real curious, SOS to make
a regular picture. / remember
seeing one that had a Chinese pagody
in the center, and d fountain on one
side and a sun-dial on t'other. She said
that was no end of comfort to several
patients. There was her nephew Eli
phalet, a dreadful venturesome boy,
who was always climbing into all sorts
of dangerous places. He broke his leg
falling from the ridge-pole of the barn
where he was trying to hoist o. 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 pagody, and
then make believe squirm to the top
dozens and dozens of times. And
there was a 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 Pillsbury set a sight by he1
nephew :Liph, though by all accounts
he was as m%iseherful 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.
Miss Pillsbury had a comfortable little