Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-11-22

souldn't think OF anything else / can't
seem to realize her 'mongst the angels with
their harps; keep thinkin' she's frettin' be-
cause she hasn't got moniment Aud
what I've been tryin' TO get courage to ask
you is this: You know that parsture lot Of
nine joinin' your pine woodsl It's all there
IS left of the old farm. don't expect it's
worth much, but more to you than to any
oody else, because it's right in the midst Of
your land, and l was thinking maybe you'd
give me enough fer it to get a monument
Tor Caddy. The conference allows me
enough to live on, and 'twon't be long that
shall be a burden to them. / don't
leem to have any handspring since Caddy
lied. always knew / couldn't live
long without her; it don't seem to
me that a man ever set by woman
as did by her. from the first time saw
her. Idon't know but my mind is weak
sninI, but it seems to me l could die in
peace, now little Caddy's provided for, if I
could get that monument. But if you don't
want the land" The elder had made little
pauses now and then, but no answer had
come from the widow; there had been
little gasping sound-almost a moan-but
bis ears had not been quick enough to
hear it.
She arose now, and stood before him.
/ "Landl Why, land is the last thing I
want to buy! And it's ridiculous for any
body to want monument" shs said Her
voice was strained and shrill; it sounded to
her loud enough to arouse the whole town;
she had strange feeling that she was listen.
ing to it from distance.
\ She fancied afterwards that she had said
something more-had said she wasn't well,
and would talk about it another time but
she gould never clearly remember how the
elder took his leave, only that she saw his
tall figure tremble in the moonlight In
the gray of the morning the tolling of bell
broke upon her first troubled sleep In Da!-
ton they kept to the old fashion of tolling
the age of the deceased She counted forty
nine strokes
"Yes'm, it's the elder" said Angelina,
putting white face in at the door. ("She
never asked me, but l answered her looks"
Angelina reported, afterwards to a bosom
frield.) "He had a stroke of parlysis.
He amt had any vitality for good while,
the doctor said, and he seemed to have had
a mental shock" CT hadn't ought to have
told her that" said Ang lima to her friend.
"But, lal somebody else would. l amt goin'
to tell how she took it, It's terrible thing
to see anybody suffer so. The only word !
she said to me were these, and they sounded
awful: There amt any forgiveness of sins,
Angelina says she, and hate is the worst
of sins. / have been a wicked woman.
and the Lord has punished me. If He
has any mercy He'll let me make
some amends to her daughter-her
daughter aud his But that WANT the
way | looked at it. She a wicked
woman! She was more like saint that had
her heart broke by the elders cokwetry
What would you think of man that
courted woman up real strong and lively,
if ever | see courtin', to get gravestun for
his wife2 The looks he could give out OF
them eyes of his'n, that didn't mean livin'
thing! If he'd looked at inners that way
instid of preachin' to 'em 'twould have been
a sight more persuadin'. Aud only look al
that monument she's put up over his wifei
gravel Some folks think it's queer sho
didn't put one up for the elder-but I'm
derstand that. AS harnsoms a monument
as you can find anywhere, all over them
little angels without anything to 'em but
!. head and shoulders that's so fashionabe
and talk about the expense-everything
! in this world can't be reckoned by figgers,
and there's no tellin' what that monument