Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1884-02-21

va al, ueDDe the shower won
come up" said the old lady, and she
leaned back and began tanning herself
peacefully.
THAT cloud makes me think of Aunt
Rebecca's funeral" she broke out, sud-
denly. ''Did 1 ever tell you about it,
Almiry?"
.'No; 1 don't think you ever did, Mis-
Green"
..Wa'al, mebbe you'll like to hear it,
as were joggin' along. It'll keep us
from gettin aggravated at the horse,
poor dumb thing.
Eva 81, you see, Alniry, Aunt Re-
becca was my aunt on my mother side
my mothers Oldest sister she was-
an I'd alters thought sight of her.
This happened twenty year ago or mere,
before Israel died. She was alters such
an own-folks sort of woman, an Jest
the best hand when any one was SEX.
I'll never forgit how she nussed me
through the typhus fever the year after
mother d; ed Thar was took sick all
of a sudden, an four leetle children
cryin'. an Israel couldn't get anybody
but that shiftless Lyons woman. far and
near, to come an help. When Aunt
Rebecca heerd of it she jest lett every
thing an come. She packed Off that
Lyons woman, bag an baggage, an
TUX right hold, as nobody but her could
ha' known how to. 1 alters knew 1
should ha' died eff it hadn't been for
her.
''She lived ten miles off. on this very
road, too, but we alters used to visit
back an forth. couldn't get along
without goin' to see Aunt Rebecca once
in so often; I'd Get jest as lonesome an
homesick as could be.
$50, feclin' that way, it amt surpris-
in that it gave me an awful shock when
/ heerd she was dead that mornin'.
They sent the word by man that they
hailed drivin' by. He was COMM down
here to see about sellin' horse, an he
said he'd jest as soon stop an tell us as
not A real nice sort of a man he was
"a store keer erfrom Comstock. Wa al,
l see 1srae; standin' out in the road an
talkin' with the man, an [ wondered
what it could be about. But when he
came in an told ME that Aunt Rebecca
was dead, jest sat right down, kinder
stunned like. l couldn't ha' felt much
worse eff it had been my mother. An
it was SO awful sudden! Why, I'd seen
her only the week before, an she looked
uncommon smart for her, / thought.
Eff it had been Uncle Enos, her husband.
1 shouldn't ha' wondered. He d had
the heart-disease for years, an we'd
thought he might die any minute; but
to think of her
81 jest stared at Israel. / felt too
bad to cry. didn't, till happened to
look: down at the apron l had on. 1t
was like dress she had; she had a
piece left, an she gave it to me for an
apron. When l saw that, bust right
out sobbin'.
$50 Lord says 1, this apron she
give me! Oh dear! dear! dearp
Sarah, says Israel, its the win of
the Lord
81 know it, says L, but she's dead.
an she gave me this apron, dear blessed
woman an l went right on cryin',
though he tried to stop me. Every
time looked at that apron, it seemed
as if should die.
Thar want any particulars, Israel
said. All the man that told him knew
was that woman hailed him from one
of the front windows as he was drivin'
by. and asked him to stop an tell us. 1
s'posed most likely the woman that
hailed him WIS Mis- Simmons, wilder
woman. that used to work for Aunt Re-
becca busy times.
s'Wa'al, Israel kinder hurried me to
GIT ready. The funeral was app'inted
at two o clock, an we had horse that
want much swifter on the road than
the one you're drivin' now.
80 1 got into myEbest black gown
the quickest l could. l had good
black shawl, and a black bunnit. too:
so looked quite decent. l felt reel
glad L had en-: They were things |
had when mother died. l don't see
hardly how had happened to keep the
bunnit, but it was lucky l did. got
ready in such flutter that l got on my
black gown over the caliker one I'd
been wearin', and never knew it till |
came to go to bed that night, but l
don't think it was much wonder.
WED been havin' a terrible dry
spell, Jest as we've been havin' now,
an everything was like powder. /
thought my dress would be spoilt before
we got thar. I he ho Sc was dreadful
lazy, an it was nothin but g langin'
an sIappiu' an whippin' all the way,
an it didn't amount to nothin' then.
when we'd got halfway thar or so,
thar come up an awful thunder-shower
from the northwest, Jest as it's doin' to-
day. Wa'al, thar want nowhar to
stop an we driv right along. The
horse want afraid of lightnin', an we
got in under the shay top as far as we
could, an pulled the blanket up over
us; but we got dr.ppin' wet. An thar
was Israel IN his meetin coat, an me
in my best gown. Take it with the
dust an everything, they never looked
anyhow again.
''Wa'al. Israel tangled to the horse,
an put the whip over her, but she jest
logged right along. What with feelin'
SO about Aunt kebecca, an worryin'
about Israels coat an my best gown.
thought should never live to git thar.
when we driv by the meetin' house
at Four Corners. where Aunt Rebecca
lived. it was five minutes after two, an
Two was the time sOt for the funeral. /
did feel reel worked up to think we was
late. an we chief mourners. When we
got to the house thar seemed to be con-
slider BILE goin' on around it, folks goin'
in an out, an standin' in the yard, an
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