Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-07-12

hour, and you pretend you haven't heard a word. It's just as all the nayburs say I thruwcd myself away when I married you
 The squire let the cat out of the side door and then stepped into the kitchen for tho bootjack.
 "If girls would only be guided by their mothers" continued Mrs Gallup as she wiped her eyes and then rubbed her nose with her finger to zee if the color had come of the flannel. But they won't. They can't and won't see beyond their noses. Mother told mo how it would bc if I married Gallup, but married one just the same, and hero I am-dyin by inches I suppose you've already picked out my tombstone and that it's small. scrubby affair, just tall enough for a calf to scratch his shoulder on, but I'm not goin to com plain. The Fullcrs are not that kind.''
 Tho squire stood on tho boot jack with his left foot and pulled the right boot off and then reversed the operation. He had placed his boots against the bascboard and hung up the bOotjack when Mrs. Gallup controlled her emotions sufficiently to ob- sCryc:
 Mrs. Abcrncthy had it in n letter writ by her own sister, and there cant be no mistake about it. She brought the letter over hero with her. She just managed to 
 one of my spells came on. I shall die in one of them spells some day. and you know it, but you won't care You proba- bly came home tonight with your mouth all made up to find me lyin dead on the floor, but I'm here yit, thank heaven"
 The squire rubbed his feet together. felt his left big too through a holo in his stocking and was wondering If the rain barrel had been set under 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 youI Cape Cod Is wcarin away to tho extent of 2a inches a year, and it's only u question of time when the Atlantic ocean will roll over the hull United StatcsI Yes, Samuel, roll right over you'n mo and our front and hack yards and into this very rooml That's what Mrs Abcrnethy's sister writ in the letter, and she's a woman who lives right down there and keeps tape line in the house to do her own neasurin- Samuel, are we gOin to stay hero and be rolled over i by the Atlantic ocean, or-or"- Its over q thousand miles from her, to Cape Cod, remarked the squire as he took of his coat and hung 1t on the bed | post in the bedroom
 "But suppose it isI' she exclaimed l starting up with the rag in her hand 1 Whats ten hundred miles to the AtlRn tic ocean when it once gifts rollinl Ocean; haven't got any mercy when they git ta cuttin up. You ortcr do sunthin about 1t don't want to be woke up in the middl' of the night and find an ocean rollin al around me and ready to swaller me up Are you goin to git out the fire engine, O make n speech, or have some handbiIl printedf'
 Can't do nothin tonight" he said 6
 he hung his vest on the same post.
 That's tho Gallup of it-allus puttiI
 off and procrastinatin and never ready fo
 anythin except to run in debt or guess ol
 the weight of a hogi But never mindl 1
 you can stand it, I can. If the Atlakti
 ocean gifts me, it'll git you. and, as th nayburs all say, I'm ten times over bette prepared to go to heaven than you ars You needn't think I'm goin to sit up an wait, for I'm comin right to bed and VII
 be sound asleep while you arc istenin fo
 the roarip. Did you bolt the kitchen doc
 and sec if there was any burglars on th
 cellar stAirsi No, of course notl Let
 Gallup git his boots of and the cloc wound up. and he's ready to tumble tpi