Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-10-06
It, 1894. by Charles E. Lewis. l


 mcbbe you think you kin buy him of It's all right, though. My days arc num- bered anyhow, and n week or two won | make any perticklcr difference. Yes, sam ucl, shall soon be laid in my straight and narrcr grave, and then you kin begin to frisk around and dye your hair and ride vciocypedo and git married agin. How long after I'm dead before you'll be- gin te frisk, Samuels''
 Mir. Gallup raised his eyes to a worm s nest on the branch of a plum tree in front of him and seemed to mako n mental cal culation, but before he had got down to tho exact plumber of months, weeks. days and hours Mrs. Gallup broke in with:
 When Mrs. Forbush lay dyin, she made her husband promise never to marry agin, but that hain't me No, Samuel. I shall be playin on my harp and singin glad songs and nyin about, and If you want to git married agin It won spite mo. won | even cum back of n dark night and pound on tho door and rattle the winders and skcer your second wife into fits. I was n Fuller before married you. Samuel, and the Fullcrs never do mean little things, not even after they 're dead Do you think I'd better send for mother tonight;'
 Mir. Gallup was deep in an article on the best season to put Il new handle on the crank of a grindStono to prevent warping 2 and probably didn't remember her pres cncc. Shc rubbed the ball into her respec- tive tear laden eyes, waited half n mtaute for n reply to her question and then sob bingly said:
 Two allus thought I'd like to hev mother boss tho funeral, aS sho knows just what want and has got the hymns all picked out to bc sung, but I'm not goin to be capshus about it. The Gallups was o11 hut was If it'll be any great tTubble fur you to send fur mother, then I'll expire with out her, and you kin ask old Mrs. David son to cum in and boss things. She's got m awful appetite, and she'n be sure to peek into every closet and drawer and cup board from cellar to garnet, but I shan complain if you don't send fur mother. | What hour in the afternoon shall you hey the funeral, Samuelf Two o'clock Is the reg lar hour I believe, but If you want il an hour earlier or later don't hesitate on my account
 Mir. Gallup knocked tho ashes from his pipe, laid tho paper on the floor. and stretched his arms at full length and grunted out "h-o-o-o-hum!'
 And It's tho same about the tombstone, | Samuel" continued Mrs. Gallup as she | unwound some of the yarn to find a dry spot for further use While you kin well | afford to spend SlOo for marble stone with a lamb on top and a hand p'intin up ward, shan't ask 1t nor expect 1t. Iys heard they mako tombstones of tin nova I days, and that you kin git 'em from s3 up Mebbc you'll feel that you kin pay s fun one, but If you dont"-
 MT. Gallup got up at this stage of thu game and descended tho steps and walked I out to the gato. There was to be a meet | ing of the town trustees in the engine house that evening and after looking u the street and down the street and up a the sky he opened the gate and passed out ! --"tf you don't, then you needn't pu | up any," finished Mrs. Gallup as she look
 ed up to find him gone.
 Then she rose up, blew her nose. wipe
 her eyes up and down and across, and fly | minutes later was washing potatoes an
 cutting slices of ham for breakfast as sh
 sang, II would not live alway."