Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-01-23

'I EXPECT YOU IL TAKE SECOND WIFE fangled winder curtains and ask you to buy a new teapot and have the stovo b'iler mended. You'll do 1t, of course. but but
 Mir. Gallup was reading the medical certificate of a man who had been cured of dyspepsia, catarrh, deafness and rhcuma- tism of 20 years standing by one bottle of q new discovery, and it is doubtful if he heard her sobs or realized what an effort 1t was for her to continue:
 II did think I'd like to hev the funeral held at the church, but hev concluded to let you do as you think best about it. never made any more trubble when alive than could help, and shan't make any arter I'm dead. By settin the cheers close | together you kin git 30 people into this room, and them in the parlor and kitchen will hev to do the best they kin. As I say, don't want to be pertickler about things, l but there's one hymn I'd like to hev sung by the quiro You kin sing with 'em, or jine in on tho chorus or you needn't sing l at all, jest as you like. When they sung it | at Mrs Days funeral, MT. Day held his handkerchief to his face instead of j'inin In, and everybod: praised him fur it arter- 1 wards That hymn, Samuel, is The Sweet By and By
 MT. Gallup finished tho testimonial from the grateful victim of catarrh and turned 1 to a mortgage sale, and both Mrs. Gallup's | slippers fell of her feet before she could gst control of her feelings to say: | II want that for one of tho hymns, but shan't name any others. There's a hind button off your Sunday coat, and I was | goin to sew it on tomorrow, but you'll hev | to wear it jest as it is. Everybody will be a-weepin over my loss instead of lookin | around fur misSin hind buttons. Yes, l samuel in spite of all, I'm a person who'll l be missed by her nayburs. Nobody Is called on oftener to lend her quilt frames and flatirons and pressboard and coffee mill than I am, and nobody does 1t moro l cheerfully. That makes mo think Mrs. | Tyler owes me two cups of brown sugar | and a whole nutmeg. wouldn't speak about it at the funeral, but don't let it go more'n week arterwards, as she's great hand to forgit. When she measures out | the sugar, sec that she presses 1t down, | and the nutmeg orter be a big one"
 MT Gallup got through with the mort- | gage sale and became interested in an ac- count of the birth of a five legged calf in the county adjoining, but it was all the same to Mrs Gallup.
 Samuel" she said as she wiped her eyes and pulled at her nose, II want you | to giv Mrs. Harrison that crazy quilt on | pieces and helped to make 1t, and prom ised 1t to her when I died. All the other things will go to mother. made you a mournin band fur your hat t'other day, and you'll find it on a nail behind the bedroom door. You'll hev to wear it at the funeral, but if you want to take it oil as soon as you git home shan't com plain. When you change your clothes, bt sure to take wet towel and rub youl
 neck, as everybody who attends tho flu
 neral will look you over. Do you wantei say Roodby to me, Samuelf'
 Mir. Gallup was just finishing that item
 as she put the inquiry. He hung on til
 he found the calf lived only two days, ana
 he then laid the paper aside, got up ana
 wound the clock and leaving Mrs. Gallup
 to turn the cat out doors, shut up thu
 kitchen stove and put out the light h.
 went of to bed. She sobbcd and gaspeS I and blew her nose to attract attention | but he tumblcd into bed after few min
 utes and was sound asleep as she finall.
 came in and jcrkcd the pillow from unde
 his head and exclaimed:
 Samuel Gallup, I've changed my mind
 was goin tu die. but now I'll live jest a
 long as ever possibly kin and spite vol
 all I know how. Git along on your owl
 side of the bed, or I'll cut the cord and le l you drop on tho floor.