Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1893-05-12

God bless herr
L never thought he'd u died till he d
swung somebody or 'norther for her.
said the blacksmith; Ito see his grave
a-digging seems like Il story broke off
Short-like in it's middle-t'other world
gets the end OF, and neither they nor
us is a bit the wiser
Love begins all things and death
ends en- said the gravedigger, sen
tenuouSly; half the sin in the world
Is bern of the taste of a cherry lip, and
a gentle eye will sink many soul as
has kept the commandments from his
youth up-'tWas Il most powerful true
love as turned the Squire from an
honest man, to a black-hearted sinner
He give his soul for her. said Il
sad-faoed woman who stood by, land
he couldn't do more for her if twas
ever so-he knew that if ever she COM
ed to know about Hester Clarke and
the drowned child it would kill her. ..
It's said that just afore she died she
said it was the happiest moment of
her life, and niver knowed she'd been
mufdered-she went so quick after
she'd come out of the chloroform.''
! There's man for you! cried Nancy,
lifting up her hands; 'if so be as he
did stab her through jealousy, to hide
beside her all through that night, hold
ing the handkerchief to her mouth,
and not letting her come to herself one
blessed minute, and the doctor saying"
seq he, IF she dies, it's cumberland
the Squire looks up and sez, What
then" o Lord, what a man.
1t minds me Of Otheller," said Il
village pedagogue, whose rusty coat
tails swept his heels. He killed his
wife for jealousy; but there was no
knife or chlorofo1m there, only pillows
The master had no call to be ieal-
ous," said Sally Genge, who had just
joined the group; ''she never loved
but him, and he knowed it,
And what a pair they made" said
the gravedigger, resting on his spade
80 lightsome, spirity, and beautiful!
She'd walk beside master, but dance
along side of t'other--Seems like as
if they two ought to lynn here side by
side ..... he left his heart wi her the
day we laid the mool above her.
''She We're well loved" said the
sections wife, softly; "and for her
sake the two men loved one another.
Twas grand to see 'em standing
shoulder to shoulder at tn sizes-'twas
the only speck O. vartue in masters
character when he up an said twas he
an not the young Lord, as had brought
Hester Clarke to shame-Seemin as if
he didn't vally the wurld's opinion Il
groat, so long as she never heard a
whisper of it,
HE was ever of Il murderish sort of
mind" said the pedadogue, shaking his
head twas greatly in mind, when
he set out so quick after Lord Lowell,
that revenge was at the bottom; for,
though q man may kill his wife for
love, he mostly kills Der lover for
hate"
VERY bookish talk" said the sexton
disparagingly; ''some more leavings
Of Othello, l s'pose; but them us sits
down to write books is mostly pore
creatures, and naturally the folks they
set struttin' on the page is like their
selves. they amt true human nat
ur'; an if you ticket a man WI deadly
sin. an expect him to act accOrdin',
ten to one but he'll bust out with a
bit O. vartue ASH make you feel as if
you'd never knoWed it's right color be
fore. AN if the master slew her as
he loved best of all upon earth. It's
ten to one twas for some reason as
never entered into your Othellers or
any of them dummies heads"
Dummies calculated the pedago-
que, furious at this point to the crea-
lures of his own discovery-ergo his
own; but push from one Of the crowd
nearly precipitating him into the open
grave compelled him to take an awk-
ward leap backward, in the course of
which his head met a tombstone that
made him think Of Othello with dis
gust.
The cause of the catastrophe was
Job, who came to the edge and looked
down with bitter hatred at the yaWn-
ing chasm.
dig it Deep" be said; "he's been
the curse of the place this many
year. and there's no knowing where
his sins may sprout up again-but
and murders nova bad man." cried
Job, striking his foot against the crumb-
ling earth; che spoilt my little Master
Franks life, and made him carry on
his shoulders a sin that wasn't his n,
and speaks up the truth too late, for
she never knowed it.. :. there's naught
but hemlock IL grow here though them
two sweet souls laid alongside might
save him.. but, thank God, he's
dead, and my little Master Franks
above ground
His old voice ceased in q triumphant
quaver as he turned from the grave to
the dwindling group of villagers, for
the short November afternoon closing
in, and a chilly mist was rising in spec
trail shapes about the near tombstones
and gathering more closely about the
little group, formed n wall that shut
out all objects beyond.
Ayr said the sexton, looking down,
but I'd rather today was tomorrow,
and we had got him here The squire
were never warsted in anything yet,
and it seems s'prisin' that he should be
throwed at his first wrastle, so to
speak. with death. II mostly gets
blink o the dead face in it's coffin while
I'm diggin' its grave but somehow I
can't see the masters
You shall within the hour said
Job briskiy; land now I must be hast
enin' back or the body'U be there afore
me, and my little Master Frank''H be
eXpectin''-