The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-09-21
man and Jorton gave pull at the top
rail Of the fence and over Il came


rail Of the fence. and over it came.
Then they took a Decline; yes, for
my house and for the very window
where we were now breathlessly
watching.
Maria was puzzled and interested; !
was in agony.
Though the ground was rough and
steep in places, the driver dashed his
old horses and persuaded them that
they were to move straight ahead and
follow the men before them.
It now appeared why SO rough
turnout had been used to convey
shudder to say it--a dead body to its
final resting place.
Diagonally across the corner Of the
lot straight on they all came, remorse-
less as fate, till finally they reached an
other fence. This time it was a newer
fence. It was my fence.
Jorton went to the wagon and re-
turned with hammer and chisel, with
which he proceeded carefully to take
down length of the fence. Icouldn't
help thinking that he handled it near
ly as If it were his own fence.
Stupidity wondering what they would
do next, stood like a statue or a fool,
till Maria asked me if was the latter,
"or why didn't I go up and stop them?''
Mechanically / put on my hat and
went out, though had an awful fore
boding that I shouldn't be able to
stop them. asked Jorton what he
was about, to which he replied that
Lawyer Snively would explain.
That gentleman bowed, and drew
from his pocket paper which he said
was copy Of the deed of this land.
from the Jorton family. He read the
clause reserving the burying ground,
and concluding: Together with
right of way to and from the said bury
ing-ground, for the purpose of burying
their dead, to them and their heirs for
ever.n
''You can't blame Mr.. Jorton," said
he, 6 for he is a descendant, and even
bears the Identical name of that early
Ephraim Jorton, and it isn't his fault
that the mother of his deceased wife
happened to die at his house, not far
from here; she had to be buried some
where"
He paused for breath, and the PEN
sive Jorton repeated after him: 6 Yes,
had to be buried somewhere"
81 don't deny that" I almost
shouted, for | saw that Maria had
raised the window, and / thought it
was time for me to show little spirit;
"but if she's got to be buried in that
ground, why didn't you inquire for the
proper way to itp A right of way has
been left on the other side of the
farm
Lawyer Snively replied serenely that
there was only one proper way that
they had Alright to follow, and that was
the way that had always been used.
''One of our oldest residents is pres
ent," said he, s'who can testify that
we are now following the original
lane; he has fixed the line by means OF
one or two old trees, and there is no
doubt of it's correctness. -
The old wreck, evidently rejoiced at
his own Importance, smiled feebly and
was about to speak, when Snively shut
him off and continued: Moreover
we're very sorry, but-this isn't the
worst of it; the way runs right through
this wing of your house. The horses
might pass around outside, if you will
give a written permit, acknowledged
before notary-I can do that for you;
it won't cost you but quarter and
will be pleasanter for all parties; but
the corpse of course must follow the
legal right of way, and be passed
through that window and out of the
door opposite.
1 stood perfectly dazed; I longed for
an earthquake. Eor once my prayer
was answered; the earthquake came.
Our first premonition of it's coming
was the jingling of a chain in the back
yard, and the words, in Maria's firm
voice: "There, Bone, gently now!''
He was nominally my dog; but when
he was united was, more accurately
speaking, his man.
On ordinary occasions didn't hes
itate at the most groveling act to curry
his favor, and | had always shuddered
at Maria's familiarity with him. On.
the present occasion I didn't shudder.
| felt perfectly resigned and willing 10
take my chances with the company I
was in.
"Whoever's driving those horses
turn them around quick and all get in!
| can't hold him much longer!' The
warning was hardly needed; Patrick
had already begun to swing the horses
around, and there was lively hurdle
race over the sides and wheels of the
wagon; with the chances strongly
against the coolest inhabitant. The
wagon was fairly under motion, and !
don't think that Patrick would have
cared if the patriarch had been left to
parley with the mastiff.
AS Bone leaped out after them, the
sight was so inspiriting, and the revul-
sion of feeling within me was so sud-
den and complete, that | gave myself
up to a paroxysm of hilarity, of which
trust there were few witnesses.
1t was a triumph of matter. over
mind; the wretched legal document
that the pettifogger instinctively BRAN
dished over his head, as the only
weapon he knew how to use, seemed so
utterly out of proportion to the mas
sive agility of the dog, as he bounded
at them, first on one side and then on
the other. apparently puzzled as to
which face he disliked most. When he
had seen them fairly in the street and
under good Roadway for other parts,
he returned in a very excited condi-
| ton.
had rummaged the pantry for re-
| ward ard now leaned far out of that
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