Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-09-30

ry her. She's too hity tity for man
OF your age. Vile she was SWngin
III a hammonck she's let the bread burn
up in the oven. She'd want you to go
Off to picnic every day in the year,
and II you had any soft soap in the
house you'd hev to buy it. And there's
the Wilder Davis. She's d good house
keeper, Samuel. as I'll admit, but they
say she gifts streakS on Ono day she'll
be laughin and gigglin all day long, and
the next day she'll be as sulky as a
mule. She kin make pound of tea
go as fur as L kin, but she told me
with her own mouth that she had four
pairs of stockin's last year. Could you
put up with SIGH extravaganza as that,
Samuel? Wouldn't you be thinkin of
how | allus got along on two pairs a
year?"
Mr. Gallup whistled softly to himself
as he felt of the edge OF the sickle with
his thumb. The whistle conveyed no
direct information, but was whistle
i'll the abstract. Mrs. Gallup looked at
the back of his neck for d moment and
worked up and choked back a sob and
then said:
There's Phoeba Cousins, whom ev-
:
and sot in her ways. She never back
bites not gifts mad, but she wants ev-
erything jest so. II you come into the
house and throwed your hat down on
the floor or pulled your boots off in the
parlor in the evenin, she'd raise the
awfulest kind of a row. guess you'll
hev to marry a gal, Samuel. You are
Old huff to be the father CT any gal
hoy T -
way. Hev you got any partickler gal
in mind | was thinkin OF Sue Sabins
the other day She's 20 years Old and
q great hand to work, and mebbe you'd
be happy with her. Her mother says
Sue likes to be petted. You've never
petted me, but mebbe you'll change
when | am gone No, Samuel, l can't
remember a time in q years when
you've pulled my ear or cpatted me on
the shoulder. or poked inc in the ribs.
IL
The remembrance that there had
been no shoulder patting or ear pulling
during all those long years brought a
fresh outburst Of emotion, and for two
minutes Mrs Gallup sobbed bitterly
Mr.. Gallup laid down the milestone
and the sickle and picked up the paper
OF tacks and balanced it on the point
of his finger, but he was obvious of
/ his surroundings.
IL don't complain, Samuel" said
Mrs. Gallup when she could control her
voice again. when | saw that you
was no hand to pet, let it 90. I'm old
/ and wrinkled and scrawny, and l can't
look fur pettin. 1t will be different
. with a gal, however. If you don't pull
+ her ear at least once a. week and call
her angel. she'll git sulky and finally
run away with tin peddler. Mrs.
. Bebee was sayin that Bertha Williams
would make a good gs1 wife fur you.
and Mrs. Williams says that you could
not do better than TO marry Mary
! Hawkins. but amt going to pick out
nobody fur you nor find fault with
your choice. All I'm goin to do is to
die and become an angel and let you
do jest as you want to- I've got jest
i enc leetle favor to ask"
The lump in her throat and the tears
( in her eyes checked her speech for
half minute, and during that time
Mr.. Gallup put the tacks down and
lifted up the sickle again.
''It's only this Samuel. You needn't
do no weepin fur me when I'm gone,
and you needn't hang over the gate
and try to look all broke up over my
I loss. You kin go right to pl2yin check
ers as soon as the funeral is over, but
some night. late<- Oh. when you are all
alone in the house and the crickets
are singin, want you to remember
mat | had my good pints as well as
my bad. want you 10 remember that
! used clothes biler with seven holes
in the bottom fur nine years without
mendin and that hadn't had a new