St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-16
SHE DIDN'T LIKE 1T.
A Little Family Quarrel i'm n Gene
terry.
Detroit Free Press.

Detroit Free Press.
1t was quaint old Southern cemetery, in
the outskirts of quaint Southern town, We
were Strolling among the tOmbstOnes of a
Sunday, when we heard the voice of fe-
male, pitched at high key, and presently
came upon a man and woman seated on the
grass near grave with headStOne reading:
Sacred to the memory OF Eliza Ann
Bendall, beloved wife of Samuel Bendall,
aged IS years and months. Faithful, pa
tient, forgiving-a fond wife-a true mother.
She rests in Heaven"
You'd no bizen to do it," said the
woman. as we came up.
Now, LucyT protested the man.
Il don't keer two cents, and don't keer
who knows I don't kerr
But / hain't dun nuthin', Lucy. Don't
90 fur to jump on a Teller that way when
he's innocent aS q yeariin' mule"
''Hain't dun nuthin'! Whar' did find
YEP"
Fright here, Lucy"
And whar's right here? Who's planted
in this ere place."
MY first wife, in course"
And who put up that marble grave-stun
and had it kivered with a pictur' of lamb
and all this fine language about bein' perfect
on earth and going straight TO the highest
rooSt in Heaven"
IL did"
in course you did, She hadn't bin put
in her coffin when YOU Sorter fell on my
shoulder, and sort o wept, and whispered
To ne that your light had gone out forever
Member that, Samuel?"
Yes"
"And you got me to boss the funeral, and
you said it was the neateSt job YOU ever
saw. Reckon the supper l got We that
night was the best you had had in three
years. Lor', but how you did paralyze the
vittles that nightr'
He was silent.
And i'm less than a fortnight" she con-
tinued, ''yOu was SpOOnin' around me with
second marriage so plain in your eye that
dad and ma'am poked fun at me. Member
that poetry you writ me?''
NO"
''You don't? Mem'ry begins to fail We,
maybe, L remember every word of it. The
fust verse started OFF:
I've bin to see an angel
Tonight And her name is
Lucy Jane Bowling. And she's
The,,purtiest, sweetest gal in
All this ere State.
''YOu writ it in red ink. on blue paper.
and you sent it by one OF Deacon YOung's
red-headed boys"
Samuel sighed like a locomotive.
Purity catOsh fur widOwer who's light
had gone out forever only two week be-
fore. ell? Got in a new supply of wicks
and kerosene. maybe! How long was il
afOre we was marTied?'
Dunno"
''Oh, you don't, Mem'ry hain't worth a
cent no moreI 1t was jist three months to
dot, and we've bin married jiSt seven
weeks to-day. That's how your light went
out. Sam BendallI'
Yes
And unbeknown to me, while you was
calm me your honey and cream and water
melon, you've bin and paid out heap of
money 10 sOt up that ere stun and tell the
world what a milk-and-mOlaSses angel Liza
Ann waSI MOre'n that, you sneaked out
this morning and cum over here to sigh and
grOan and squeeze out tears and make your
self believe you had suffered a great loss.
Sam, yer sneak
''Oh, Lucyr'
''Reg'lar built, Onery sneak! If I'd had
a man planted around here dye s'pOSe I'd
a-played woOdchuck on a second husband?'
Reckon l was kinder overcome, Lucy"
''Umphl Sam Bendall, riz up"
He obeyed.
Il don't say anything agin the dead, but
no man as lives kin play sneak on me.
Here's one in mem'ry of your light which
went out forever"
She aimed kick square on his eoat-tails,
and he took flying leap over mis- first wife's
grave and made a break through the bushes
for town.