The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1892-01-07

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Avarice and restlessncss are not nat-
ural mates The stinRy man = gener-
ally .stayer." He hangs TO his hab-
itation Is tightly Is TO his money. But
now and then ron Ind one Of natures
misers who Is as restless Is . hornet
l came across such . character in sub
urban town the other day.
Dye notice that OF chap who run
the funeral?v asked the owner Of the
local livery stable, as handed him the
reins of the team which had just taken
me to burial
Eyes; what Of itF'
"Oh. nothin'l Queer Of cuss, thought
Owns that buryin, ground, mp there;
an that block. over there; an two OF
three town lots besides"
Anything queer about thatY'
mo; not in perticl<ler. But he's
queer, thought Married my wife's Sis
ter. Obi / know him to tt" said the
old man, picking his stray teeth with .
spear OF .'timothy."
What do you know about hsmg" !
persisted
s.Know2 / know he's by mater the
stingiest mans4hat ever drawed BREATH"
Yankee; isn't he?r
"Waal, amt a-bleeged = testify ez
Z that" continued the old Vermonter,
tsbnt he's likewise the on-casiest
creeter top o. ground-'nless t might
I be his wife, n cant speak for, bein's
she's deai. nFS9
She's probably resting all right If
she is dead" suggested
''Waal, / said top o. ground an
stick by the statement She's been.
dead goin' on five year, but thar ant no
soil coverin' her, fur all that
"Whati Dead five years and not
buried yet?' exclaimed.
"Oh, she's ben buried huff timesl No
trouble bout that WaaL I'll tell ye;
he can't let her bones rest, nohow.
Never did let 'em when she wuz usin'
EN-; now she's got through draggin'
'em around herself. Why, she'd no SOON
err git sot in comftable rocker, in her
arthly DAYS, than oil FAC d make forge
her with his eyes dead-sot on her chair
like puppy eyen' a rat hole-an' she'd
have to move an give the chair to him
!, 'Twouldn't be Ave minutes more fore
he'd rout her out of another chair!
From pillur T. post--allus on the gol
Then they'ed move regler, every year
or two. or lack d buy place an Pa
tience would work like all possess and
fix it up, snug's pocket In shirt
rake the yard, paint the woodwork.
paper the walls, set out pieplant an
cage an currant bushes an posies. an
make over the whole place, inside an
out cozy's wren's nest Then
she'd settle down with sigh, an fur
month or two she'd bout begin ter
blieve what the old man allus told
her-that they'd settle there fur the
rest of their naehul lives Course he
didn't believe It none of the timel Jus
told it t git her fred up t patch the
holes an stop the cracks an make the
OF house look like new. Then some
one'd come along an offer him good
figger on the place cause it looked so
nice, an OIL lack d snap 'em up--an'
Aunt Patience ID move agin and go
through the same motions right over
agin.
Aunt Patience never said nothin';
'twan't her way-not till she coma to
die. Then she told Mirandy-that's my
wife--that she was glad she was goin'
t. be laid away fur she hadn't been able
t find stiddy abidin'-place fur the
sole Of her foot on arth, an she hoped
it would be long time fore the judg-
| a oh xxtt ~
rested for once.
"But poor creetur. she hadn't
he'd much chance not eff her sper-
rit's-.. still KNOWN to her mortal
remains. She hadn't ben buried six
months fore somebody come along
an wanted the buryin' lot she's
rcstin' in an offered OIL lack big
price fur it. He dug her up an set her
coffin across two saw-hosses in the
buryin'-ground Toulouse an left her
there fur two or three months fore he
chance t sell that lot
But finally he buried her agin, an
sure enough the very next spring some
body did want that very lot an wuz
willin' to pay extra fur it. He dug her
up agin, an she passed another season
in the Toulouse. Course he couldn't
keep her there allus. Folks began to
talk, SO he put her under a light cover
in of dirt agin, an there she's laid till
her poor oil bones had to be hustled out
Of that grave t. make place fur the
corpse that wuz jest buried to-day.
81 tell We what, han't no hankerin'
t b'l'eve that sperrits knows anything
bout what's goin' on round their
corpses .Tweuldn't be no comfort to
any body that ever knowed Aunt
Patience. Poor old soul! Poor old SOUL
Allus a-shiftin' frum pillur t postP'-
Forrest Crissey, in Chicago Mail.