The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1890-03-01


gradual. It was an Inward disease,
wasn't itg'
"Clesr into the heart, mara, aud
worked outward"
Lord a massyl Did no have heart
disoase2 Jerushy Ann Billin's, that was
Aunt Martha's second cousins child,
she had it awful They said she used
TO have tremblin's aud Autterin's and a
clay cold, corpsey feeling the heft of the
time. And she grew weaker and weaker,
and her heart kind o. melted away in
side of her. Did my poor man have any
Of these symptomsg'
"Wel, no, it worked just the other
way with him. As near as / could judge
from appearances, marm, the heart in
side of your husband got to be as hard as
a neither milestone"
"Poor mani How it must have hurtl
Couldn't the doctors do nothing TO help
him2"
MRS. Tyler" said Samuel Dale, sol
emnly, "rve heard tell it was easier for
black man to change his skin, and q
wildcat her spots, than for a fellow tC
get cured Of that disease. And your man
bad it hard. II u way could have beer
found to take the old heart out Of him,
and put a new one in, it might have done
the business; but the doctors in thes
parts amt up to such tricks"
"Did he die easy?' she asked in trem
bling voice.
"There, don't you ask any more ques
tons, Mrs, Tyler, and keep cool now.
You'll need all the pluck you've got.
shortly. Do you see that square house.
with tall chimneys, at the top of the hilli
That's Peter Barclays. They are looking
Tor me, but not you"
He drew huge silver watch from hi
,ocket.
cit is time we were there he said
md to his companions great discomfort
md the imminent peril Of the precious
| 'reight they carried, he urged the olt
White horse 10 a gallop,
Up tho hill they went at furiou
)ace. The rapid motion was a relief {.
samuel Dale in his excited state Of mind
| Perhaps he had restrained himself to tn,
utmost limit, for after a glance at tn,
box containing Mrs. Nancy Tyler's tes
5mony to departed worth, aud at that
estimnble woman in her widows weed
at his side, he no longer refrained fron
giving outward expression to his sotis
faction.
He shouted TO his horse and piled til,
whip without mercy. He whistled anC
sang, and brought his broad hand down
first upon one knee, and then the other
with a resounding blow. A neighboi
called to him halfway up the hill.
81 can't stop" said Samuel Dale. 'In
going to a funeral, and therell be no fui
till get there"
Then he laughed long and loudly a
his unseemly jest, A small boy CLEARED
the road to let him pass, and ran in to hi
mother.
"Sam Dale has been gittin' awfu
drunk down TO the Corners, mother,
he reported. "He's iSughin' and sing
in. and drivin' old White like mad
He's cot a woman with him, and he
bonnet's most off, and her hair hyin'
md she holdin' on to the seat with botl
ands"
He drew rein at Farmer Barclay
'ront gate with a suddenness that nearly
pitched Mrs, Tyler out of the wagon.
Go into the house without knocking,
le said. land wait in the entry till cal
you. 1t won't be long"
He drove his horse into the yard a
one of the wedding guests came from til
stable.
"Take hold here, Seth Wilson," h
cried. There's precious bit of ston
work in that box that wants to be han
He'd careful. It's going to see daylight
90, in just half minute"
He was running for a screw driver an
1 hammer when Susie Barclay, in he
wedding dress, with white flowers in he
laiT, came to meet him.
ooh, Samuel, has it Gomez Have yo
brought the wedding loafy'
81 have brought it," he said, "bu
susie Barclay, your cake is dough-"
He could not wait to open the box i
/ regular way, but when few screw
we're loosened by the strength of his goo
tight arm he burst the cover, and with
sreat noise of splitting wood the slab {
white marble was brought to view.
At the sight Samuel Dale's excitsmer
coached its height Brandishing pieC
Jf the cover over his head he dance
round the open box, and TO Iris con
)anion's amazement and horror cut
)igeon wing over the sacred relic it COZ
aimed.
"Here's a sight for man ON his wee
ling dayW he cried. "Oh, glory, hall
ujahl come, up with it! Don't stan
lere, Seth Wilson, like a stuck pi;
low, then, move on. Forward, marcl
% the tune,
Come haste to the wedding"