Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1888-09-19
CAP'N BROADUS.
Story of His ttMonnym.nt'' and His
Pretty Daughter.
Ny 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!
"Well! eff we amt here too early,
arftcr all! That's what comes o. livin'
so fur from the meetin' house. an hav-
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. Well, it'll give US a 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' urn. Some
folks would have it twas a goblet, an
said considerin' he'd KEEP some body
a-standin' round with glass ready for
him all his life, he might "a dispensed
with it when he come ter be dead; but
he was dreadful peculiar man, au' 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 We bout it, while
we're waitin'; the fust bell 'ain't but
jest rung.
''How pretty the moss-pinks look,
CROWN over there on Myra Pratt's
gravel. Will Rogers planted 'em there.
He was keepin' comp'ny with her when
she died. Folks said he was most dis
tracted; but land! men git over SIGH
things!-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 a great, rough-faced, black
bearded man. with a 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. Ishouldn't
think twas right ter tell SIGH a story
On the Sabbath, eff there want SIGH q
lesson to be larned by it.
TWAS Gurus 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 % May
CROWN in sheltered corners, under the
rocks an bushes-p white, jest
strcaked little, sometimes, with pink
on the edges?-they have little slender
stems, an they trcmble an culver at
the ieastest thing. We call 'em wind
flowers in our part O. the country, an
/ never could look at Alice Broadus
without thinkin' on 'em. -..u= e.
We'll, you'd s'posed, pretty as Alice
was, AM rich as the cap'n was knowed
ter be, there'd bin no end o. fellers
hangin' round her, like bees round a
hOneysuckle; but the truth ont was,
they was all SO scarf 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 up an ready for his next visit,
that she didn't have time ter think o.
nothin' else. IF 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.
& rBut the young men got the idee
That Alice was stuck up, an felt her.