The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1890-01-02
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having been disappointed; his house was
we'll cared for BY . thrifty couple, and
the beautiful farm more than supplied
ali their wants. This brother had .
stroke that took him Oh student. but as
he had made his will while he had his
sense, and left every thing to his dear
Sister Sparhawk, all Mother Sparhawk
had to do was to go to Cornwalrto the
funeral and afterward to take possession
Lccty offered to go with her ma, but her
ma wouldn't have her, and Mis- Spar
hawk said Erastus was the proper per-
son to stand by her at such time, and
escort her to the grave; SO the two
started off in the stage, a-leaying Lecty
lookin' pretty crestfallen.
Days passed by and Lecty got no let
ter, but as she was having grand spring
cleanin' she didn't take much notice, as
she was glad to get the two out Of the
way. After .Lecty got all settled back
into shape she got a letter from her ma
a-telling Of her that she wasn't coming
back any more, and that she wanted the
keepin room furnitur (which was OF
solid mahogany, claw-footed tables and
the like), her bedroom furnitur', and
her two feather-beds, the sprigged
chany and the Canton blue. and all her
chattels that she had brought there
as bride sent to her; and real smart
chap of lawyer brought an inventory,
and she wanted them sent right off, too.
Mother Sparhawk said Lecty could have
the rest of the traps, for they belonged
to her pa and Lecty was welcome to 'em.
After the things were all moved out
the house looked as empty as . last
years nest, and Lecty felt 50 bad she sot
down in her pas old armchair and jest
boo-hooed. was going by and / heard
the racket, for the windows were all
open, so stepped up boldly and / says:
Can do any thing for we, Lecty?
I'm sorry for ye-my grief What's the
matter with We anyway? Is Rast dead?''
says L.
NO says Lecty, 'he amt, but
wish he was. Mas an old fool"
mo, Lefty" says /, s'ye' don't mean
ityeare in danger of hell~fire a-saying
of sech words ] hope the Lord will for
give We. Where is Rast9a said /.
Hes fool and a scamp, too, for he
amt a-coming back again nuther,"
sobbed Lecty; .'for mas set him up in a
blacksmith's shop down in Cornwall,
and she's going to leave him the place
If he will stay with her white she fivess
and he says he Mil and here am / left
to be the. laughin' stock O the hull par
ish. so ye jest get along and spread the
news as fast as your legs can carry ye,
you old hornet, YOU.
Oh, my! want old Lecty jest .hoppin'
mad! though told her she ought not to
be so hash on me, for / had no hand in
it, and didn't think she oughter compare
a human cretur, to a sting dagger, for !
never afore was called busy-body.
Well, as there didn't seem to be any
consolation that could offer her-she
WANT "a widder-I said good mernin, and
came away.
After fail harvest Mother Sparhawk
invited me and Thankful to come and
take our Thanksgixin' dinner with 'em.
| and we both on us went, and l jest tell
ye never had visit enj'yed more in
my life--sech yittelsl The old lady
took us all over the house, and showed
ais all her lovely furnitur' and the
pretty things her brother had left her,
and Mis- Sparhawk said it did seem 50
good to be mistress of her own house,
and to have no one a-pestering of her
and a-saying: why do We SOP" The
place was spick and span from garnet to
suller, and across the road was Rast's
blacksmiths shop, and Rast had all he
could do. He had invented new kind
of shoe for horses hoofs that inter-
fere, and he had the hull trade for miles
around and was bankin' money. Eras-
tus had filed out considerable, and he
looked as happy as king, and he told
me that he had put up a beautiful stun
to his mothers grave that cost nigh on
10 fifty dollars.
Getting sleepy, boy2 There, II he
amt jest a-noddins his head off. Come,
rouse up, and eat some of my big pears!
What became of the dear old lady, /
asked, in a drowsy voice.
Oh, She was living and well, the last
heard on her, and hope she will live
to be hundred, said Uncle Gable
Mary E. Freeman, in Springfield Mass. J
Republican.