The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1886-04-06

said Betsy SIdder shall accept the offer OF
marriage made by Derrick Won Corlear. the
son OF my old friend, and consummate a mar
Iiage with him within SIX months after my
decease. In case she refuses or negiects 20
do 90. give. viii, beQueath and devise the
same unto any decent Dutchman Who. within
ton of my friend, the Rev Thomas Romeyn.
shall become the lawful husband Of the wom-
an well known as the Witch Of the Mohawk.
TO have and to hold to himself. his heirs and
tute and appoint my beloved young friend.
Brom Won MARKER, sole executor OF this my
last viii and testament"
The viii being duly executed was care.
fully folded and sealed with the tesla
tors private seal, and deposited with
Brom for safe keeping. who was soon
vending his way homeward with the
document in his pocket.
What a queer old chap he is" said
Brom TO himself, As he trudged along;
''but he is stubborn old fellow, and
really believe that he would sooner
give his property to the devil than his
own flesh and blood, unless they ali
fall down and worship him. But no
doubt it is all right The old man
knows well enough that the girl is
dead in love with young Corlear, and
of course they will in due time marry"
What a beautiful evening it is"
said he: chow soft and silvery the
bright moon looks down upon the Mo-
hawk. What weird shadows the tall
pines cast upon the river! How softly
and musically the black birds twitter
in the bushes, and how distinct is that
splash as that poor frightened muskrat
makes one grand leap for its watery
homei Really, ] believe will sit down
here upon the bank of the beautiful
river for q few moments, and enjoy
these delightful surrounding"
So saying he sat down beneath a
monstrous old oak, and, lighting his
pipe, proceeded to enjoy a real old
fashioned Dutch smoke.
How long he sat thus he never knew.
His reverie was broken by sounds of
the sweetest and most angelic music
that ever greeted human ear, while az
the same time he behold in astonish-
ment beautiful little tiny canoe made
of pearl and studded with diamonds,
which glittered and sparkled in the
moonlight and cast reflections upon
the waters like so many twinkling
stars.
In the canoe were six little fairies,
the loveliest little beings eye ever
gazed upon. Each one had tiny
golden paddle. and. rs the canoe
fioated down the stream, they sang in
sweetest melody:
Lucky is the man. who. IL he can,
Will wed with the Witch OF the Mohawk
Certainly you can: Brom, you are the man,
To wed with the Witch Of the Mohawk
This strain they continued TO sing a.
the canoe fioated down the stream, I'M
I'll the canoe, the fairies and the music,
were lost in the distance.
We'll" said Brom as he arose, eff /
were not strictly temperate, i should
swear that l had been drinking; but /
know Whist see and hear. / saw the
fairies with my own eyes, and heard
them sing with my own ears! But
what on earth did the little elfs mean
by such a song? Why, bless my soul,
/ would rather marry fiatboat load of
these fairies, than marry that old white
haired witch. No, sir; t0iH nerer do
IL! Brom Van MARKER IS not for sate!r'
When Brom reached his boarding
place he quietly retired, saying nothing
of his adventure. Days, weeks, and
months. flew past, and Brom heard
nothing about the expected marriage
Winter at length arrived, and the
children began teasing for a spelling
school. So one was appointed for the
next coming Saturday evening. The
time arrived and the spelling school
passed off as all spelling schools used
to do.
After the children had all left, and
Brom was alone in the little school
house, he blew out all the lights but
one from a tallow candle, and lighting
his pipe sat down in front of the fire
place, (stoves were not yet invented)
to enjoy a quiet smoke and reverie.
As he sat thus, he fell into a dreamy
reverie, and mentally bewailing the
misfortune of poverty, and his ill-luck
in general, he gradually became obliv-
ious to all things else.
Softly and silently the door swung
open and the wild, weird figure of the
Witch of the Mohawk glided noise
lessly into the room.
Brom started from his reverie and
beheld the Witch of the Mohawk con-
fronting him i'm all her hideous ugli-
ness. A long loose robe or mantle en-
veloped her form, and her long white
hair hung in wild disorder upon her
shoulders. In her hand she held some
thing which in the uncertain light
looked like broom.
Brom was astonished beyond meas
ure, and imagined that the little room
smelled of sulphur.
But being a man of courage he quick
" regained his equanimity and felt pre-
pared for the interview, whatever il
might 6e. =,
"Brom Van Warker," said the old
witch, 'you saved my life once at the
peril of your own By the terms Of
the will you have in your possession, 8
large fortune falls to the man who weds
with me, for good old Bogardus is nc
more. Gratitude. If nothing more
would prompt me to reward you. an
here To offer Won INV hand upOn one con.