The Russellville Democrat., 1888-09-13
CAP'N BR0ADUS.
Story of His "Monnyment" and His
 Pretty Daughter.
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lily father was Spanish merchant
 And before he went to sea
 He told me to be sure and answer
 No to all who said to me!
 'Welll ef we ain't here too early, arfter all That's what comes O Twin so fur from the meetin' house. an hay in no clocks you can depend on! Week days it don't matter so much; I can kinder keep straight by the fact'ry whistles. We'll, it'll give us chance ter step inter the graveyard. A good many O the monnyments have been put up sense you was here. They're mostly alike, all 'cept old Cap'n Broadus'-he was bound to have some thing different. He picked his'n out hisself, an had it put up fore he died, ter make sure there want no mistake bout it. That's his'n over there-a female fgger holdin' a urn. Some folks would have it twas a goblet, an said considerin' he'd kep' some body a-standin' round with a glass ready for him all his life, he might "a dispensed with it when he come ter be dead; but he was a dreadful peculiar man, an he didn't have many friends. Didn't you never hear how he sarved his darter? Law, now we've got time 'nough,, we'll jest set down on this bench, in the shade, an I'll tell ye bout it, while we're waitin'; the fust bell 'ain't but jest rung.
 '.How pretty the moss-pinks look. growth over there on Myra Pratts gravel. Will Rogers planted 'em there. He was keepin' comp'ny with her when she died. Folks said he was most dis tracted; but landl men git over sich thingsl-he's goin' ter marry Fanny Scott next week. He's bought the Dunn farm, an they're goin' ter set up there. But was tellin' you bout Cap'n Broadus.
 ''He was great, rough-faced, black bearded man, with voice like clap O thunder. He was cap'n O one O the big steamers runnin' out O New York, an he'd bin in sailin' vessels fore that. He'd bin in the Chiny trade, an don't know what not. He'd bin all over the world but wherever he went he bore the same character-a dreadful rough man an dreadful profane. Ishouldnt think twas right ter tell sich story on the Sabbath, ef there want sich lesson to be larned by it.
 "'Twas curus ter see the cap'n an his darter together You'd never "a thought they was related; but she took after her mother, I've been told, who died when she was born.
 Do you know them little delicate flowers we find bout the middle o May growth in sheltered corners, under the rocks an bushes-pure white, jest streaked little, sometimes, with pink on the edges?-they have little slender stems, an they tremble an quiver at the leastest thing. We call 'em wind flowers in our part O the country, an I never could look at Alice Broadus without thinkin' on 'em.
 "Well, you'd s'posed, pretty as Alice was, an rich as the cap'n was knowed ter be, there'd bin no end O fellers hangin' round her, like bees round honeysuekle; but the truth ont was, they was all so scart O the cap'n, an Alice herself was so took up a-tryin' ter please him, an keep him from gittin' mad at folks while he was home an when he was gone a-tryin' to git braced mp an ready for his next visit, that she didn't have time ter think O nothin' else. Ef you never see the cap'n, you can't have no idee the sort O man he was He'd stan an swear till he was black in the face when any thing put him out
 But the young men got the idee that Alice was stuck up, an felt her self 'boye 'em count O her money an eddication; for the cap'n said he'd 'complish her, an he did-she played on the pianner beautiful. But they didn't like it cause she never noticed 'em-'stead O bein' thankful, as they'd ortcr bin. She had queer slow way O liftin' her eyelids, as of her long black lashes was so heavy she couldn't hardly git 'em high 'nough ter sec from under; but when she did git 'em up-well, she reely did have the sweet est eyes l ever see in girls face. an they had such a innercent, appealin' look. l s'pose she got it tryin' ter pacify the cap'n. But she never needed ter try it twice on nobody, an one young feller found it out ter his cost; but twas all the eap'ns fault it hap pened.
 "He was home one Sabbath, uglier'n usual, swearin' at every body an every thing, high an low, an he kep 1t up all the mornin' tell he was fairly in meetin'. reglr's could be.
 Well, he set there in his pew, his eyes rangin' round, spyin' out sunthin' ter find fault with. when all ter once they lighted on Stan Purdy Square Purdy's son, you know. He'd bin of