Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-04-21
DOLLY WHITE.
A Widow Who Has Carried Dinners to
Her Dead Husband for Ten Years.

a Widow Who Has Carried Dinners to
Her Dead Husband for Ten Years.
Just after the stroke OF noon Saturday.
says the Boston Globe, a Chelsea and Bos-
ton car was going up Broadway past
large manufacturing establishment, when
the attention of the passengers was called
to queer little woman in an old-fashion-
ed poke bonnet, who hurried down the
street with a tin pail in her hand and
went to the factory gate and knocked tor
admittance. An old gentleman who sat in
the forward right-hand corner of the car
looked uD and said:
''Hellol there goes Dolly again."
dolly whoT asked a girl who sat at
his side.
''Why, Dolly White Crazy Dollv.' as
she is called by all who know her,
''What makes them call her crazv?"
quened the girl, puckering up her pretty
little mouth until it looked like a period
under her hooked Interrogation point of a
nose. M
"On, 1t was wrong time ago, when she
ana Charlie hadn't been married but a
lew years and she used TO come down
here every noon and bring him his dinner.
that the story commences. They lived in
a house on Washington avenue and had
two little children to take care of and
they were just as happy rs they could be-
for Charlie was making a good living and
had the promise of a bOss-ship in the fall
Wen, one day at noon, she came with his
lunch as was her custom, and Just as she
got TO the gate it flew open and out came
Tour men bearing the dead body of her
husband, who had just been killed by a
falling timber. Dolly tainted away at the
sight and fell into a fever that did not
off LIZ
been buried and another man hired to
take his place in the factory. AS soon as
she got able to go out she went to work
and secured up the old dinner pail and
put up meal for her dead husband lust
the same as though he was alive and
working as usual. AT fifteen minutes be-
fore y she put on her bright new shawl
and gay bonnet, and, taking the pail in
her nand, tripped off down the street and
knocked at the gate The men came out
and she told them that she wanted to 90
IN and wait for Charlie and let him have
something to eat. They tried to reason
with her, and told her that he had gone
away on long job, and wouldn't require
any dinner for many day-never, per-
haps. But she would not listen to them,
and waited there until the bell rang for
the men to go to work again. Ever since
then, and that was nearly ten years ago,
she has done the same thing every day
that the factory has been running. Sun
days, holidays and in vacation time she
stays at home, but all the rest of the time
she puts on the same old shawl and bon
net-they are faded and threadbare-and
start down the street with tin pail in her
hand"
docs she carry the same old dinner, or
is 1t fresh every day." asked the girl.
at is fresh and hot every day.
"But what does she do with the old one
when she finds that Charlie don't come
out to eat it?'
"Well, she takes it home and sets il
down on the table. and going into her
chamber to take off her shawl and bon
ret, she stays there and cries, and cries
and cries. Before she comes out her two
children steal into the room and eat the
dinner all up and leave nothing but the
empty pail. They are hearty children,
their mother is poor, and good hot dinner
isn't bad for anybody; so they eat it and
ask no questions"
,"Oh" said the girl, relapsing into
silence and losing all interest in the
story.