The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1889-09-05
lOOCiNDYS TURN.
1t Came at Last, and She Took 1t with 3
Vengeance.

A pair of elderly, leathery-looking
men and limp-looking, broken-spirit-
ed woman in a calico dress and bon
net fashionable before the war, ap-
peared in a lawyers office uptown
one day last week, says Time.
One of the men said that they want
ed a deed made out, and then he
turned to his companion and they dis
cussed the details of the trade they
were about to make.
The meek-looking, heavy-eyed little
woman tried to say something once OF
twice, but her husband silenced her
with:
"Come, come, now, Loocindv; me an
he kin settle this bizness ourselves. 1t
han't woman's place to take hand
in a matter O. this kind. She's got
other fish to fry. I'm doin' this tradin'
myself. You jist set still till yer
wanted"
Loocindy, thus admonished, "set
still" but she seemed a little less limp
ard 4 tritle more spirited while her
heavy eyes frightened a good deal
when her husband said:
"Now, Loocindy, we're ready fer
yer. Jist come along hyar an scratch
yer name out in full on this blank
line. That's all we want of you"
1t was simply refreshing to see the
color come to Loocindy's wan checks
and to note the tirmness of her voice
as she said:
81 shan't do it, Cy.'
"You shan't do whatp"
81 shan't sign my name to that there
deed"
why, good lawd, woman; that's all
l brung you along fer!'
81 know it, Cy, and l ant goin, to
do it."
what in thunder do you meanp"
gasped out Cy, as he stared at Loo
cindy with his eyes like saucers and
mouth wide open.
Il mean just what l say, Cy Jack
son. Oh, you needn't stare SO at Inc,
Cy. It's my time to take q hand in
this trade, Cy, an I'm goin' to do it.
1t ant often | git a chance to show
Pm of any consequence in this world.
but now I'll learn you that l am"
''Lookee here, Loocindy, I'm blamed
if goin' to stand this! What ails you
to go to cuttin' up like this? Now you
y
done with your foolin'."
II ant foolin', Cv," she replied
calmly, as she took the pen he handed
her and put it back on the pen-rack
and then pulled her faded old shawl
up around her gaunt shoulders.
''Lookee here, Cy," she said at last,
''the way l look at it that lands mine
much as it's yours. Eve dug an mig
gered harder'n you have an I'm
blamed if | ant goin' to have some
say-so bout sellin' it. Now I'll tell
you what I'll dol Give me have the
money Higgins is goin' to pay you for
the land right here in my own fist an
I'll sign the paper!"
you must be crazy, Loocindy; l
want you to stop"
Forty million of men couldn't
make mo sign without" she said,
calmly, as she dropped into a chair.
..Loocindym
"Well, Cy?"
'I-I-blamed if IL - what you
mean carryin' on like ths?"
Il mean that am goin' to have a
dollar or two in the bank | kin call
my own and some decent duds. Hand
over the money, Cy, an I'll sign, and
I'll never sign without it."
Half an hour later Cy and Loocindy
left the office, Cy with dazed look on
his livid face and Loocindy with a
serenely triumphantexpression on hers
as she walked away with roll OF bills
clutched tightly in her bony hand and
visions of a new '.alpacky" dress aud
a IS bonnet and bank account of her
own before her glistening eyes. Her
time had come without doubt.