The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1893-03-11

her husband, ana or Zoo uelfClte a MAKE
to endure the hard life the Connecticut
farmers must or do lead She was pro-
nounced by the Plainfeld doctor to
have successfully "a spine in the back ."
rising of the lungs and 'gitteral
complaint of the lights twas it catarr-
hal?). Duly she was blistcred, plast-
cred and fomentcd, dosed with Brand
reth's pills, mullen root in cider, tansy,
burdock, bitter-sweet, catnip and bone
set teas: dried rattlesnake's flesh, and
the powder of a red squirrel shut into a
red hot oven living, baked until powder
able, and then put through that process
in mortar, and administered fasting.
Dearly beloved amnot improvlsing,
All these, and sundry other and flthier
indictments, which ] refrain from
mentioning. did once, perhaps do still,
abound in the islands of this Yankee
dom and slay their thousands yearly,
as with the iaw-bone Of an ass.
At length Uncle Josh tackled up
Boxer. the old horse, and set out for
Sanbury where thero lived a doctor OF
some erninence, and returned in tri.
umph with DR.. Sawyer following in his
own gig.
Miss Eunice was carefully examined
by the physician, pompous but kindly
man, who saw at once there was no
hope and no help for his huttering and
painting patient.
One morning sudden pang awol5e
her, and her start reused Josh; he lifted
her on the pillow, where the red morn
ing light showed her gasping and gray
with death; he turned all cold
"Good-by, Joshp 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 sshoulder, dead.
There the neighbor, 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 carelessness of a child. Nobody
could rouse him, nobody could move
him, till Parson Pitcher came in, and.
taking his hand, raised and led him into
the keeping-room. There Josh brushed
off the mist before his drenched eyes
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.
eyes, my son, she is dead, " solemnly
replied the parson. st is the Will OF
God and you must be content"
81 can't! I can't! l amt a going to"
sobbed Josh" ta'n't no use tallzin', if
I'd only expected somethin', it's that -
doctor! Oh, Lord! I've swore, and Miss
Euniee is dead! oh gracious goodv!
what be a goin' to do? ola dear, oh
dear! oh Miss Eunicer'
Parson Pitcher could not even smile
the poor fellows grief was too deev
What could he think Of to console him
b'at that deepest7 comfort to the be
tsaved, her better state2 My dear
friend be comforted! Eunice is with
the blessed in heaven!"
Il know it! l know it! she alters was
nigh about fit to get there without
dyin'. o Lordy! she's gone to heaven
and l ha'n't"
No-there was no consoling Uncle
Josh; that touch of nature showed it,
He was alone, and refusedto be com
forted; so Parson Pitcher made a ferv-
ent prayer for the living, that un-
awares merged into thanksgiving for
the dead, and went his way, ,sorrowfully
convinced that his holy Office had in it
no supernatural power or aid, and that
some things are too deep and too mighty
for man.
After this Josh retired to his own
house, and, according to Mrs. Caseys
story neither slept nor ate; but this
was somewhat apocryphal, and three
days after the funeral, Parson Pitcher,
betalling himself to the Crane farm,
found Uncle Josh whiting out a set Of
clothes-pegs on his doorstep, but look
ing very downcast and miserable.
Good morning, Mr.. Crane, said the
good divina
"Mornir Person Pitcher, hev'
cheerl"
The parsoo s~t dowl on the bench of
the stoop, ID " Il lily surveyed Josh,
wondering how best to introduce the
subj 1T Of hi .ss' but tn, refractory
wid1wer gave no sign, gud at length
IT, plrsol Il ol1e.
81 ora you begin to be resigned to
the will Providencs, my dear Mr..
Crane?"
mo, don't specls!" honestly re-
torted Josh,
Parson Pitcher was shocked