Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1889-10-11

right down an tell me an ther ole
oman all bout it. When sed that
ar strange look came over his face.
He looked down ar minute an wuz
still Their he raised his head an
sez: Ike. is Kildee up at her house9 l
tried to get back sooner, but / could
not; but knew she would wait till |
came. Let's go there first 1t has
been ten long years I've been waiting
to look in those eyes again. Come,
let's find her. A great big lump come
in my throat an my eyes bergun to
water when he sed that. Poor fellerl
he's been worSin ali these years look
in forward to comm back an gittin
his leetle gal-an' now she's gone the
Lord only knows where. Bill, l SEE,
tryin' to swallow Their lump, 'Kildee's
gone. She run away with ar stranger
long time ago. an no one don't know
whar she is. The ole man an his
wife, an your dad, too, are in them
col graves in Their field nigh Big Bar
cave.
"Sech ar look ez come over that
mans face | never seed He turned,
an afore | could say ar word he wuz
gone, gone
Il lived on the same old mounting
life. Two chilun war given me, a gal
an ar boy. The gal we named Mary,
the boy answered ter Bill
Nov ledge, bout Kildee. 1t war
ar mighty long time afore we ever
hearn of the gal. l never thought I'd
hear again.
When ther Teller run away he took
her to New York. He made her ar
big lady. She he'd ar fine house an
horses an everything. She he'd plen-
ty of frien's, too, when she wuz ar
lady. | want thar, but l knows that
leetle mounting gal was the puttiest
woman thar when she got on them
thar fine clothes, an them eyes shin
in an that hair a-wavin'. An some
times she'd git in her fine carriage an
60 ter church. Onct she went ter hear
the biggest preacher thar preach
Thar wuz somethin', she couldn't tell
jes' what, that made her like him so
much. An his face wuz so kim look
in.
Late one night when Kildee wuz
sick in bed. her ole man come in; his
face was sorter excited like; he went
over ter whar Kildee was layin' an
tole her he had to go off on some bust
ness for ar few days. She didn't
think nothin queer of that cause he
was used ter doing it. But Their mex
mornin when she picked up ther
newspaper, 10 and behold, thar wuz
her husbands picture right afore her
eyes, an ar great long piece about
him. He wuz ar theft He had been
Robin the bank he wuz in for years
an years, an Their bank folks had jez'
found it out But he had gotten
away.
How come me at home again 2
she asked, lookin' round and fndin'
herself in a plain, leetle room, with a
kin faced woman watchin' over her.
Mother where is Bill and Ike9 Well
all go down to the cave, an'-but no,
that's not mother. What does it
meanl Where is my husband and
childl This is not our house. What
does it mean, kind womanl The wo-
man then told her about the bank rob-
berry, and how her husband had gotten
away. And about her reading about
it in the paper and fainting. And
that the house and everything had to
be sold, and she and her little boy
be brought to the hospital.
Poor leetle gal, there she lay. No
friends now an no money. But ar
thought struck her. She'd send fer
that kin lookin' preacher.
IAN Their preacher come. He did
look SO lovin' to her. He took her
little thin, white ham in his. She be-
gun ter tell him her story. But, ledge,
she didn't finish that story, no, yer
bet she didn't Forgittin' whar he
wuz. Bill threw his arms round her
poor, weak, leetle neck, an loolin'
her straight in Their eyes, sed
"Kildee, Kildee, don't you know
Bill2 Look at me-
" oh. Bill, is it you! No, no. l
can't look you in the eyes! Had but
been true to you instead of runnin'
away and being miserable all my days,
and then this end But God has for
given me, won't you, Bill2 Show me
you will by making me two promises
One is, have me carried back to the
old mountain home and buried near
Big Bear cave; the other is, that you
will take and keep my child; he's
named for you, Bill
And then, as the sun was going
slowly down in the west, an every
thing was still an quiet like, she went
Home, softly sayin, Forgiven, for
given. ALFRED H. Marsh in indie
pendent.
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