The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-05-09
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rowing Mother.

rowing Mother.
The great yard Of the King George
INN at Cornchester was almost emptied
Of men. horses and vehicles when Jerc-
miah Mott, the Willowmere carrier,
entered It II was then eight o'clock
Of q winter evening. and nearly every
body had gone home from market The
stables Of the King George were almost
empty. In its accustomed corner stood
old Farmer Scrooby's gray mare;- but
that was not unusual, seeing that
Scrooby never went home until he had
finished his 'tmarket-day lowance. "
He was sitting in the bar parlor just
then. leisurely soaking his capacious
body with GIN and-water, and the ostler
knew that the gray mare would have
to stand in its stall for good hour
yet. But 1t was something very nm
usual to see Jerry Motifs stout pony in
the stables at that time, and the ostler
was curious to know the reason Of the
carriers delay. As usual thing, Jere-
miah was off and away before six
"Yew be late tonight, Master Mott.
said the Ostler, as jerry approached
the stable door. sssYou.m away home
afore this, in general"
"Ahln jeremiah heaved . long sigh.
.Ahi You be right, Willum; yes, You
be right. Outwards at twelve and In
warda at six them is my rule, as i
hewsusl thing yes. oh, dear, yes. ]"
well, rev be two hours late in go
ing hinwards toznight. then. Master
Mott. for It's eight now BY parish
church clock
..Ah, dear, yesi'' said Jerry, helping
the ostler to yoke the stout pony into
the shafts of the carriers cart But
was two hours late in startin' from
Willowmerci We see, Willuln. Oh, ah
YES, Of course Trouble, Willum,
trouble 1t was that did It All flesh 4
grass, amt ii, now, Willum2"
..Ah, yew be right, Master Mott
Yes. man as is born Of woman'-very
powerful effectin' words them be.
Somebody dead, Master MOTIF"
aYes," said Jerry, heaving another
prodigious sigh. ooh. yes, Willum. My
little GRANDMOTHER.
May. What, Bob little g'el2 be
sorry to hear ont Master Mott And
the only one they had, tool Dear, deari'
..Ahl'' sighed jerry. Ten months
old this very day, and as fine child a
ever yew did see, The way 1t took
nourishmentl Oh, but It's world o
trouble In this now, ain't it. sWillnm3'
s.Yew be right there" said William
There do be q deal o. deaths. Ole
] Simon Brown died last eekmattei
| 81 ninety-fowcr he were. All, very SAD
| Is this world so it is
AYE said Jerry, climbing into hi
cart, and swinging his lantern over II,
contents to see that they were all safe
| .sayc. WiIlum, we be all born K
trouble, accordin' to the Scripcher
Take 1t very bad. do some on us, too
when We be called to kiss the rod. too.
Human natur', Master Mott. human
/ naAur,. Yes, reckon Bob and htI
pore wife II take II very hard Dear
dear d deal they did think o. that child
surc-lyi Tho way II were dressed lik,
. quality infant. All. sore trouble
j indeed
AYE, Willnm; and. We sec, all tn.
| more SO cause Bob and his wife has M
| more. oh, very desolate house, In
deed, / assewer you, Wilium, when
come away. Bob, my lad, says, ,yoi
j bear up; listen to parson. Bob, says
Let him speak comfortable words,
says i.
TO be sure. agreed the ostler
"'Tis very seasonable i q bit d reli
gion when q mans in trouble.
.Ayei" said Jerry, gathering up tn.
reins. s.Ayei Buried 1t to-day, they
1 aid, Willum. Alongside my old woman
1t is--God rest 'em bothl Well, gooc
night, Willum very sad world Is thii
here. /"
Jerry went rumbling out Of the yard
i and through the archway into the glar
\ ing lights Of the market place. Usual
| " he had stopped his pony at thu
i swcet-stuff shop and purchased .maE
lSetinR" for Bob's baby; tonight b.
drove sadly past, for the baby wa
dead, and beyond the reach Of lollipops
He could see the little green grave Il
Il Wnlowmere churchy ard in his mind
I eve as he drove slowly out Of Corn
chester and turned into the dark coun
try lanc that led homeward Such
Il tiny little mound II was-how strang'
shat II covered so much Of human low
and sorrowi 7.
4 It Is six miles from Corachestor Z
| Wiilowmere, and between the marke
town and the sleepy village lie tw.
other places lone rather large col
i liery village called Plymouth, the othe
4 tiny hamlet called Little Ashby. y
was Old Jcrry's duty TO call at bot
these places There we're parcels
deliver and commissions TO give an q
count Of, Presently, therefore. b