The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-04-16

| ting room. He had neither seen nor heard
from Mrs. Gallup, but he suspected what
had happened. He found her in the big
rocking chair, towel tied tightly around
her head and the camphor bottle in her
hand. As he entered the room she looked
up through her half closed eyes and
moaned
Samuel, I was afraid you wouldn't git
here in time to hear my dyin words and
kiss me for the last time on earth! Thank
heaven, you hev cuml Samuel, kiss me
farewell'
Mr.. Gallup looked up at the clock and
saw that it was 90 minutes to 9. Then he
went out into the kitchen, pulled of his
boots by the aid of the bootjack and put
ting on his slippers he re-entered the sit
ting room and sat down to his newspaper
Samuel" continued Mrs. Gallup, after
several hearty snuffs at the camphor bot
tie, do you know what Mrs. Watkins
told me after you went away? She didn't
mean to let it out, KNOWN how nervous l
am, but she told it without thinkin. Last
night at midnight she thought she heard
the cat in the pantry, and she got up to
see. She looked out of the winder in this
direction, and she saw blue light move
from our Darn to the hog pen, then to the
smokehouse, then to the house and run
along the roof and disappear. She was so
overcum that she couldn't speak for five
minutes, and when she got back into bed
her feet didn't git warm for an hour.
Samuel, do you know what that blue
light means?"'
Mr.. Gallup was right there within five
feet Of her, and il was reasonable to be-
lieve that he heard her words, but he had
nothing TO say in reply.
''It means" said Mrs Gallup as she
wet the palm of her left hand with the
camphor and held it to her nose, that
shall never see another sunrise That was
a warniD, Samuel. It was an angel fit
ting around TO warn me that my time had
come at last, and it was all arranged for
Mrs. Watkins to see it and tell me. Yes.
Samuel, you will soon be a widower, and
will be at rest. Are you sorry?'
Mr.. Gallup was reading an item about
cucumber nine feet long grown in Cali
fornia, and while his face wore a smile it
was doubtful whether he was smiling over
Mrs. Gallup's prospective demise or the Gu
cumber.
Il don't s'pose you are" she went on
as she drew the towel little tighter
around her head. You'll gi5 second
wife in less'n a year and thar won't be
no end to the way you and her will CAD
about. You'll go to spelIin bees and pic
mics and temperance lectur's, and if she
wants tablecloth costin 15 cents or 2
shillin dishpan you'll break your neck to
git it for her. It's bin 13 years sense you
painted the kitchen floor, but I'll bet
you'll do it for your second wife within a
week AFTER Won re- married -
Mrs. Gallup put the camphor bottle on
the table and unpinned the towel that she
might use it to wipe her eyes and then be-
gan to weep. Mr.. Gallup didn't know of
any reason why she shouldn't weep if she
wanted TO, and about that time also he |
struck a very interesting item about
new catarrh snuff and wanted to finish il.
But I'm not coinplainin, said Mrs.
Gallup after she had got the best of her
emotions. II M a Fuller, and the Fullers
would die afore they would complain.
did want to live until l had saved soap
grease huff TO make full barl of soft
soap, but if I'm called I'm not goin to
hang back. If l need any soft soap in
heaveS. l s'pose it'll be furnished. az.