The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1894-07-07

uOor and rlcn'stcppcd mo tie kltch"n for
the bOOtjack.
IF girls would only be guided by their
mothers, continued Mrs. Gallup IS she
wiped her eyes and then rubbed her nose
with her finger to see if the CO!Or had
come off the flannel. But they won't.
They can't and won't see beyond their
noses. Mother told me how it would be if
l married a Gallup, but l married one just
the same, and here | am-dyin by inches.
l suppose you've already picked out my
tombstone and that it's a small, scrubby
affair, just tall enough for a calf to scratch
his shoulder on, but I'm not gOin to com
plain. The FuIlers are not that kind"
The squire stood on the bOOtjack with
his left foot and pulled the right boot off
and then reversed the operation. He had
placed his boots against the Dashboard and
hung up the bOOtjack when Mrs. Gallup
controlled her emotions sufficiently to OBJ
serve:
Mrs. Abernethy had it in a letter writ
by her own sister, and there can't be no
mistake about it. She brought the letter
over here with her. She just managed to
read it when my head began to swim, and
one of my spells came on. l shall die in
one of them spells some day, and you
now it, but you won't care. You prOba-
bly, came home tonight with your mouth
all made up to find me lyin dead OF the
floor, but I'm here yit, thank heaven"
The squire rubbed his feet together, felt
his left big toe through a hole in his
stocking and was wondering if the rain
barrel had been set undo the spout since
wash day when Mrs. Gallup brought out
a fresh crop of tears and said:
samuel Gallup, you don't want to
hear what was in that letter, but I'm
gOin to tell you. Cape Cod is wCarin
away to the extent of % inches a year,
and it's only a question of time when the
Atlantic ocean will roll over the hull
United States! Yes, Samuel, roll right
over yOu'n me and our front and back
yards and into this very room! That's
what Mrs. Abernethy's sister writ in the
letter, and she's IA woman who lives right
down there and keeps u tape line in the
house to do her own measurin. Samuel
are we gOin to stay here and be rolled over
by the Atlantic ocean, Or-Or'--
It's over a thousand miles from here
to Cape Cod, " remarked the squire as he
took off his coat and hung it on the bed
post in the bedroom.
but suppose it isl she exclaimed,
starting up with the rag in her hand.
.'What's ten hundred miles to the Attain
tic ocean when it once gifts rOllin! Oceans
haven't got any mercy when they git to
tuttin up. You Ortcr do sunthin about it.
l don't want to be woke up III the middle
of the night and find an ocean rOllin all
around me and ready to swallcr me up
Are you goin to git out the fire engine, or
make a speech, or have some hand1i!lS
printCd?'
Cant do nothin tonight, he said Is
he hung his vest on the same post.
THAT'S the Gallup Of it-allus putin
off and prOcrastinatin and never ready FOR
anythin except to run in debt or guess on
the weight of a hog! But never mind! II
you can stand it, l can. If the Atlantic
ocean gifts me, it'll git you, and. as the
nayburs all say, I'm ten times over better
prepared to go TO heaven than you arel
You needn't think I'm gOin to sit up and
wait, for I'm comm right to bed and will
be sound asleep while you are listenin for
the roarin. Did you bolt the kitchen door
and see if there was any burglars on the
cellar stairs? No, of course not! Let a
Gallup git his boots off and the clock
wound up, and he's ready to tumble into
bed and begin to snore and not know any
thin more for Il week"