Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1900-12-22
Copyright, 1900. by c. B. Lewis. ]

HUDDLED Up IN THE BIG ROCKING CHAIR
at the bottle. land she wants to hev
few last words with you. When you
started over town, was singin Bar
bara Allen and thinkn my days might
be long in this land. Not five minitS
later the summons come. | had just
started to wash the Dishes and | had
that cracked blue platter in my hand,
but | hadn't gin it over two wipes
when the dishclotb fell to the floor
with a great spat. You are hearin
what l say. amt you, Samuel"
Mr.. Gallup wasn't. He was devour-
ing the second testimonial which gave
the case Of a woman who had been
given up by over 80 doctors. and yet
two bottles furnished her with a new
pair of lungs.
when that dishcloth fell, knew
that my time had come. That's the
way Mrs Grover and Mrs. Taylor
went. Their dishcloths fell and in "a
hours they was in heaven. | shall be
up there by tomOrrer night, Samuel
while you'll be free to stay out all
night TO hear the -PoiIri.ai- lewS
hev died before you come back home,
only wanted to talk with you leetle
about the funeral Let's see If | die
tonight. you'll hold the funeral day aft
er tomorrer. won't you. at 2 o'clock in
the afternoon"
Mr.. Gallup was listening to a noise
outside. He heard something to re-
mind him of hen trying to crow, and
he wondered if it could be that SO long
after dark.
IF you want it day sooner, you
can hev it," continued Mrs. Gallup
after sobs and gasps and shifts at the
bottle "but you must look out or the
nayburs will talk. Better hev it day
after tOmorrer. and | hope, for your
sake. it won't be a rainy day. I've
sometimes thought I'd like a big flu
neral when went. with over 40 wag-
ons in the purceSSion and the church
bell a-tollin and the dogs a-howin. but
I've given that up. No. Samuel. you
needn't make any spread over me. I'm
one of the kind that kin go to heaven
there is ten wagons in the purcesson.
shall be satisfied Don't you think
ten ought 10 be huff for a person like
me-"
1t wasn't a direct question. but had
it been Mr. Gallup would not have
answered. He was deyouring the third
testimonial and making up his mind
to try bottle on the sly.
Ten wagons in the purcesSiOn. Sam
uel. and the bells needn't toll nor
nuthin else happen. lf anybody is
diggin taters or maxim soft soap or
dyein carpet rags. they needn't stop on
my account II % people come to the
house, that will be huff We've got
'leven chairs altogether. countiD them
with broken backs. and Mrs Walters
will lend you the rest You'll hey our
own preacher. OF course, but he Needn't
90 on for an hour or two and tell how
good | was and how much youll MISS
me- IL he says that my toll Is DER. and
that you won't never find Il more SaviD
wife, that'l be about uuif Shall you
DO any cryin al the funeral. SanitNl|'
No answer
I'D do Il lrptle bit II | was you jest
4 leetle IT you dent folks will talk
about II same as they did about Jim
Dewitt He never cried at all, and TO
this day folks say he didn't use Han
ner right | don't ask you TO break
down and sob and git up an excite
ment. but you kin gasp few times and
wipe your eyes and blow your nose
I'm sorry you'll hey TO take that long
ride 90 the graveyard. as you could be
playir checkers or sunthin, but l don't
see bow ;'ou are to git out Of it. How
ever, SAu won't never hev to go up
there ag'in. When you git ready to
buy M q gravestun, you kin send 1t
up by a man. l s'pOse you'll buy a
stun os some sort, won't yOu?"
Mr.. Gallup didn't hear. In the fourth
testimonial man declared that he had
beeu saved after one whole lung and
three quarters of the other were gone,
aud It was a sketch to thrill the reader
clear down to his toes.
cot course l don't keer about no
gravestun for myself" said Mrs. Gal !
lup as she tried to wipe away her tears
with the glass stopper Of the bottle,
"but if you don't put one up the nay
burs will call you stingy. Get a cheap
one, however. If you kin git one fur
$40 and trade a lot of carpet rags in,
I'd do 1t. | used to think | wanted a
whole lot of readin on my gravestun, !
but I've changed my mind. Jest put
on that Susan Gallup expired in the
forty-ninth year of her age Of gineral
disability and that she has found rest
where asthma. bOils, backaches and
rheumatic cease fro troublin. You
needn't say a word al ont maxim 40