The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1885-10-08
In q Cemetery.
From the Detroit Free Press.

From the Detroit Free Press.
1t was quaint old southern GENE.
terry, in the outskirts OF quaint old
southern town. We We're strolling
among the tombstones of Sunday,
when we heard the voice of q female
pitched at a high key, and presently
came upon a man and woman seat
ed on the grass near a grave with a
headstone reading:
"Sacred to the memory of Eliza
Ann Bendall, beloved wife of Samuel
Bendall, aged % years, and months
Faithful, patient, 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 LUCY" protested the man.
81 don't keer two cents, and | don't
keer who knows don't keer!"
But | hain't dun nuthin' Lucy
Don't 60 fur to jump on Teller that
way when he's innocent as yearlin'
mule"
"Hain't done nuthin'! Whar did l
find your"
Fright here, Lucy"
"And whar's right here?" Whose
planted in this ere placer"
"My first wife, in course"
"And who put up that marble grave
stun and had it kivered with pictur'
of a lamb and all this fine language
about bein' perfect on earth and going
straight to the highest roost in heav-
en-"
"I-I 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 me that your hight 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 on the supper
| got We that night was the best you
had had in three years. Lor', but how
you did paralyze the vittles that
night"
He was silent,
"And in less than fortnight" she
continued, "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?"
mo"
"You don't? Mem'ry begins to fail
We, maybe! l remember every word
OF it. The fust verse started off:
.1've bin to see an angel
Tonight. And her name il
Lucy Jane Bowling. And she's
The purtiest sweetest gal in
All this ere State:
:You writ it in red ink, on blue pa
per, and you sent it by one of Deacon
Young red-headed boys"
Samuel sighed like locomotive.
"Purty eatosh fur u widower who's
light had gone out forever only two
weeks before, ELI? Got in new sup
ply of wicks and kerosene, maybe!
How long was it afore we was mar
ried?"
Dunno"
ooh, you don't. Mem'ry hain't
worth a cent no more! 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
Rendalif'' '''' i
yes
"And unbeknown to me, while you
was calm ME your honey and
cream and watermelon, you've
bin and paid out heap of
money to sot up that ere stun and
tell the world what milk-and molas-
SEES angel Liza Ann was? More'n that,
you sneaked out this morning and
cum over here to sigh and groan and
saueeze cut tears and make yourself
believe you had suffered a great less;
Sam, yer q sneak"
ooh, LUCY"
'Reg'lar built, onery sneak! If I'd
had man planted around here dye
s'pose I'd a played woodchuck on a
second husband?"
Reckon l was kinder overcome,
Lucy;
!:.umph! Sam Bendall riz up"
He obeyed.
II don't say anything agia the dead,
but no man as lives kin play sneak Oh
me. Here's one in memry OF your
light which went out for ever"
She aimed a squarekick on his coat
tails, and he took a flying leap over
his first wife's grave and made a break
Through tAe bushes for town.