The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1894-05-12

with typhoid fever almost every day for
the last five years. Samuel Gallup, you
are not the man l thought you was when
/ said I'd marry you!"
Il know it," he replied as he heaved a
long sigh and helped himself to potatoes.
DO you know where that man and his
cannon are?" she sharply demanded as she
sat down to pour the tea.
NO"
Just as l expected! You don't know,
and if the truth was to be told you don't
care. You probably think it's a good way
to get rid of me. When Able johnson sent
his wife across the meadow to be gored to
death by a bull, l noticed that you hadn't
a word to say agin him-indeed you stuck
up for him. Samuel, is this the way to
treat n kind and loving wife,"
'What have l done?" he queried as he
buttered the half of Il biscuit and looked
up to find her weeping.
But I won't COMPLAIN she answered,
wiping the tears away with her bingham
apron. Indeed l never TO complain. The
FuHers was always great hands to suffer
and suffer, but never make a complaint.
Both of us will probably be better off after
I'm in my grave. You'll put up a tomb
stone, won't you, so that folks won't
talk?''
~ SAN"SA u'by 10 SAAS'ASN I'LL W.
realize that tears were on the programme,
and she searched the platter for a lean
piece of meat and wiped the end of her
sharp nose and waited a minute before 60
ing ON:
WHO knows where that cannon is? If
a man has invented "a ann which will
shoot a distance of 10 miles, he'll want to
try it, won't he? He'll want to git it to
the top of some hill and bang away, and
who now whether it's pinted right at
this house or in some other direction?
Even while I'm talking to you she may go
off, and that ball may come slam bang
against this house. Mr.. Gallup, do you
hear me?'
mo danger, l guess, he replied as he
took his third biscuit.
"You guess! That's just like the Gal
lups. They'd CUES when they ought to
be planting corn, and that the reason they
never had anything. Are you going to let
that cannon go off while you sit here and
guess the ball will miss our house? You
probably think it will be fired in the day
time, when I'm here all alone to be killed
stone dead, but I've been told that they
fire annon by nighttime as we'll, even
after everybody has gone to bed. AS you
lay on the front side, you'll probably be
killed first"
III uCCcISu d c1STSh! All SCuA1Cu lis
foot at the family cat, which was meow
ing in the open kitchen door and appeared
to think that answere Mrs. Gallup's OBJ
servatiOns.
Very well, Samuel Gallup, very well!'
she went on, trying hard to steady her
voice and making vigorous use of the cor
ner of her apron. Il think | am as ready
to die as you are. If you are willing to sit
here and run the risk of a great overgrown
cannon ball coming slap into this house to
knock the clock down.. break all the dishes
and then bang into our bedroom and XIII
us both, why, I hadn't orter say a single
word. I'm only a poor, unhealthy wom-
an, who won't live over a few years at
best, and it won't matter if I go a few
days before my time"
II don't expect there'n be any shoot
ing" he said as he leaned back and felt
for the quill toothpick he had carried for
- years.
mo, of course not" she promptly re-
piled, while her tears started afresh. 1.-The
p~rominentest justice of this country, say
ing nothing Of a village trustee and the
president of a debating society, don't ex
pect there'n be any shooting! It's all left
for his poor wife, who coughed up three
shirt buttons, as everybody knows, lessn
three months ago, and who hasn't had the
health to make a single pint of soft soap
for a whole year, to expect and to sit and
shiver and finally be murdered in her bed
before she has time to name the things she
wants to be laid out in. MI. Gallup,