Morning journal and courier., 1891-09-07

didn't know 1t was time for them. Are yours ripe yetf'
 "Land, yisl I've he'd lem CT long time, {" said "Widder 'Lizy," 'nd I've got plenty uv peas nd string beans, too," she contin- ued; "yeo1 can hev all ye want till your'n comes Tong"
 "Your garden was planted earlier than mine you know," said Mrs. Crane rather jealously.
 "Well, ye can hev all ye want till yourn gifts big anuff," said the generous widow. F'The squrls poster me so I cant keep nothin'; Ind 1t takes me mos the hull time a-tryin' tu scare lem 'way. I osan't keep the winders open in the chamber on count the good fer nothin' critters. They wake me up real airly some mornin's s-scratohin' on the winder pane a-tryin' tu git in."
 Squirrels" I interrupted, "do you mean to say they are tame enough to come into your house when you are herei,
 "Land sskesl guess they be bold anuff; know what tu du with lem some times; they steal a-most evry thing they git a. hold on."
 AS if to verify her words, 6 red squir rel suddenly appeared at the open door, looked in with hright unwinking eyes, sp- parently astonished at the presence of strangers, then, with whisk of his bushy tail, as suddenly vanished into another room, the door of which was ajar.
 The rosy light from the western sky shone through the tiny window panes and rested upon the toil-worn hands, with their hardened and distorted fingers of the poor woman as she sat primly upright in her straight backed chair. And as the light faded the full August moon shone brightly in the little porch, bringing into &La ornd xir1rr boards of the floor, the crazy old steps leading up to it and the dilspidsted gar den fence, which, like the trunks of the ancient cherry trees that grew near, was nearly covered with gray lichen.
 I bade the lonely woman good night with a feeling of reverence, for, with ap parently so little to live for, she was nsy- ertheless contented and peaceful. My companion fingered, however, for few last words. 'I want you to promise me-" said she, ''that you will hang cloth out of your upper window if you should be sick, so that any one passing can see it."
 We heard the bolt of the door slip into place as we fastened the high board gate with the two wooden pegs which were used for that purpose. Then for mo ment we saw the glimmer of lighted candle that was placed upon the table; and then the widow drew the white cotton curtains which hung before tho windows and hid it from our sight
 The house where the "Widder 'Lizy" lives is about five miles from 8 busy man ufacturing city that is rapidly extending it's boundaries; yet news from the outside world she seldom hears; and no books or papers find their way to her small cottage. In her living death she is nearly as isola- ted as if she were already sleeping beneath the green sod.
 Soon after our call met neighboring woman by the name of Mrs. Steele;-her nature, by the way, was as hard as her name.
 ''No Widder 'Lizy ain't no object uv charity" she viciously said, "She's got money auuff in the bank"
 "Money in the bank" echoed, "what do you meana Is she miserl"
 "Don' know nothin bout thst, but l shouldn't wonder eff she he'd ez much ez three hundurd laid by," said Mrs. Steele. 'I know wat Pm talkin' bout" she con tinued, ''fer I happened to see her bank book onct-and here she nodded her hesd mysteriously-'nds she put in some ez fur back ez eighteen hundurd md sixty; ssvins I s'pose. I heerd when Harrit died she left her ez much ez sixtyeight dollars. No! she ain't no object uv charty," conclu- ded Mrs. Steele. RACHEL ROGERS.