The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-03-16

the powoer or a rcd squirrel shut into Il
red hot oven living. baked until powder
able. and then put through that process
in n mortar. and administered fasting.
Dearly beloved, l am not improvlsing
All these, and sundry other and filthicr
indictments, which refrain from
mentioning. did once, perhaps do still,
abound in the islands of this Yankee
dom. and Stay their thousands yearly,
as with the iaw-bonc of an ass.
At length Uncle Josh tackled up
Boxer. the old horse. and set out for
Sanbury where there lived Il doctor of
some euinencc, and returned in tri-
uinph with DR.. Sawyer following in his
own gig.
Miss Eunice was carefully examined
10y the physician. Il ponpous but kindly
man. who saw at once there was no
hope and no help for his Tutoring and
painting patient
One morning Il sudden pang awollc
her, and her start reused Josh: he lifted
her on the pillow, where the red morn
ing light showed her gaspng and gray
with death: he turned all cold.
''Good-by. JOSH said her tender
voice, fainting as it spoke, and, with one
upward rapturous look of the soft brown
eyes they closed forever and her head
fell back on Josh shoulder. dead.
There the ncighbor. who did chores
for her of late. found the two when she
came in. The moment that Mrs. Casey
lifted his wife from his arm, and laid
her patient. peaceful face back on its
pillow. Josh flung himself down beside
h er, and cried aloud with the passion
and carclcssncss of IL child Nobody
could rouse him, nobody could move
him. till Parson Pitcher came in. and
taking his hand. raised and led him into
the kccpingroom. There Josh brushed
off the mist before his drcnched ewes
with the back of his rough hand, and
looked straight at Parson Pitcher.
''Oh Lord. she's dead" said he, as if he
alone of all the world knew it.
Yes, my son. she is dead" solcmnly
replied the parson. 1T is the will OF
God and YOU must be content
Il can't. can't! mint a going to-"
sobbed Josh" 'ta'n't no use tallsin'. if
Id only'Npected somethin', it's that -
doctorl Oh. Lord! I've swore, and Miss
Eunice is dead! oh gracious goody.
dear. oh Miss Eunicc,
Parson Pitcher could not even smile
the poor fellows grief WAS too deep.
What could he think of To console him
but that deepest. comfort To the be-
rcavcd. Der prt-r state? MY dear
friend. be comfo,ted Eunicc a. with
the blessed in heaven
Il know it. know it. she alters WAS
nigh about lit to get there without
dyin. O l.ordy. She's gene 10 heaven
snd lla'n't"
No-thcrc WAS no con>olirg Uncle
Josh: THAT ;ouch of nature showed It,
lie was alone. ara refused to he com
| fortcd: SO i'arson itohr:' made Il ferry
rnt prayer for the living. that nm
aw;rcS merged into thanksgiving for
the dead. and went his way.sorrowfully
convinced that his holy oiiic" had in it
no supernatural power ur aid. ana that
some things are too deep and too mighty
| for man.
After this Josh retired To his own
house. and. according TO Mrs. Cuscv's
story. neither slept nor ate: bat this
was somewhat arocryphal, and three
days after the funeral, Parson Pitcher.
betalling himself to the Crane farm.
found Uncle Josh whi,tl;no on, :. set nj
clothcs-pers on his door-stcp. but lool,-
ing very downcnst and miserable
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good divine.
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