Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1886-08-27

Piety, seemingly, had lain without the bounds
Of her experience. and therefore Of her under
standing.
ut peared TO a struck in; be was clean
possessed. Used to set round the house y
readin' the Bible and meditatin' on hi sins
that ar's what he give out 10 be doin'-'most
the hull time They was havin' meetin's down
to the pine grove. and Doty he was thar reg
lar twicet day He over-persuaded me to go
long oucet, ard wouldn't q bsn got thar
agin fer no money. Sech . set o looms l
never see; and Doty, g VS. bout the craxiest
on EN- He got up thar and prarced round
and scrceched out - how he was lost in the
ways O. m and give over 10 the powers O.
darkness ena jest a-tottsrin' on the aidge OF
etaxnal 1sstice; and then he bust out a-singin'
couldn't sing much moren a crow, Abran
Doty couldn't. declar Of want ridiculous;
seventy odd year he was, and bald as a
squash
"Wuen ever after that, Doty was he
couldn't abear to see me lookin' no ways de-
cent: he laid down that ribands and fixin's
was instruments o the devil; he chucked two
O. my bunnits into the stove and tore up an
alpacy gownd. He'd 60 without tastin' a
mouthful for day to . time-fastin. he give
out that he was-dear knows what fer; he
was skinny as rail to begin with He got
so worked up cause 1 stirred up mess O
fried cakes Of Sunday oncet that he went of
to the woods and stayed thar fer a consid able
spell. Ketchcd his death thar too he come
back clean sick. Neuralgy twas to the fust, y
said Mis- Hit, with an increase of interest in
her tone; ~but dretful lot o. things sot in
pneumony and the janders and blood-poison-
AZ ~ iDtc. no
give in twas the wust case he'd ever come
nigh Laid thar fer six weeks, Doty did; out
of his head the hull time, and undergoin' SIGH
sufferinS as / never hurd the like OF; We
could hear him hollerin' and groanin' clean
out to the big road. Made consid'abl OF a
stir, being sech terrible bad case: had as
big funeral as ever was to, Doty did
Mis- Hits pipe was out; the pasture had
grown quite dark, and the noise Of the frogs
was lessening She got UP and put her chair
against the wall and closed the one small win
dow near the ceiling by means Of broom
stick The schoolr1aster. conscious that an
ignoring Of these signs would not avail him,
rose from his nailkeg.
Il presume you do not consider it probable
that you will marry AGAIN. he fingered to re-
mark.
Mis- Hit put up bony hand to remove
the one hairpin from her dininutive mot,
which was apparently to be reconstructed for
the night.
Il don't know but what I've had bout
enough o gittin' married." she responded,
with undiminished gravity.
She waited, unimpressed, while her visitor
! bowed, to shut the door behind him.
| The schoolmaster paid another visit to the
isolated little doricile toward the close of his
soiourn in District No. 10, in consequence Of a
| rumor which had come to his ears 1t was to
the effect that 'Rastus Carter had come back
and that he and Mis- Hit had gone promptly
to the justice and been made man and wife.
The rumor appeared to have substantial
/ foundation There were two figures in the
doorway-Mis' Hits stock of chairs having
been added to by one. The old woman sat
quietly smoking, her arms folded on her knees
and her eyes resting vaguely on the near field
| The change in her condition, possibly owing
to its lack of novelty, did not appear to have
/ affected her The little old man at her side
pale in comparison with her withered dark
ness, struck the schOOlmaster with his resem
! blance to q mushroom beside a blackeneC
! toadstool He had a round, shining crown
with fringe Of white hair surrounding 6
faded pink face. Its placid meekness might
have led one to believe that his technics
and high temper were things of the past
The schoolmaster, with haunting certainty
I cf being relegated to the nailkeg if he wen
/ in. contented himself with bright impress
| sion of the small red house with the woods fol
background and the swampy pasture for al
unlimited front yard, and with Mis- Hit anC
her last husband sitting in tranquil silence IL
the doorway-Emma A. Opper in Franz
/ Leslie's