The Portland daily press., 1901-02-16

'bAMl I'll GAILNFi NAhh " =
has never failed yet and never will. l
hey bin commanded TO lay down my airth-
ly burden and become an angel and II
you'll git up III say last few words to
you"
Mr.. Gallup didn't get up. He had closed
his eye and fallen asleep again, and 1t
took three digs Of the elbow to arouse
him again. lie sat up without asking any
questions. He had been there about 1000
times before, aud there was no occasion
for excitement.
Eyes, Samuel; shall perish between
this and daylight" said Mrs. Gallup, with
considerable satisfaction in her tones,
''and | want to talk TO you little about
the funeral. I've had rheumatism, neu-
ralgia, back ache. buzzin in the head,
fever chills, measles, sore eyes and bun
ions, and | think / deserve a tolerably
long funeral purcession and considerable
fuss made over me. MRS. Gaines, who
never had half the ailments | have, had
SO buggies and wagons in her purcession,
and you orter do as well by me. l be-
lieve you could skeer up 40 il you bumped
around. Will you hump, Samuel-will
you hump to send me TO my last restin
place in good shape"
For answer Mr.. Gallup fell back upon
his pillow with a great thud and snored
away to make up for lost time. Mrs. Cal
lup didn't arouse him again. Having got
a good start on her favorite subject, II
made no difference to her whether he was
awake OF asleep. She went on:
81 was lookin at cotiins at Browns
the other day. You kin git 'em at all
prices, but seein it was me he said he'd
give me $40 one fur $32. Jist remind
him of it, Samuel, and don't let him
squeak out of his promise. The funeral
will take place day after tomorrow at z
O'Clock in the afternoon, and you'll hev
TO borry about % chairs. | want Mrs.
Phillips, Mrs. Carter and Mrs. Bebee to
hev front seats along of you. They allus
do more weepin at a funeral than any
other women ! know of, and -weepin
helps things TO git off all right. don't
expect you to do much weepin yourself,
but you'd better shed few tears fur the
looks of things. 1t may be hard work.
but you'll try, won't you, SamuelT
Mr.. Gallup was noncommittal. Being
sound asleep and dreaming of being toss
ed over a fence by bull. he couldn't
well be otherwise. Mrs. Gallup worked
up an imaginary picture Of him in the
front row" with tears raining down his
cheeks and then said:
"As to the preachin, it won't amount TO
much. II will be by Elder Tompkins, OF
course. and he'll say that another flower
has faded another leaf fallen by the way
side another human being laid down the
cares of airth and sailed away 10 be-
come an angel. Let the women folks do
most of the weepin, and you kin come in
~. Nha.r oil n
sing. You may feel like singin, Samuel,
but | wouldn't do il If ! was you. You've
get such roarin sort of voice that IT
might put the rest of 'em out. l want
'em to sing Rock of Ages THE Home
Over There and The Sweet Bimeby,'
and | don't keer which tune comes first.
While they are singin it would look bet
ter for you to sit up straight with your
handkerchief held In your right hand.
Kin you remember all this, Samuelr'
Owing to circumstances over which he
had no control Mr.. Gallup made no reply.
Euch a trile as that didn't disturb Mrs.
Gallup, however, and she went right on
TO say:
you'll ride in the carriage with the
elder to the graveyard. and il l was you
wouldn't say much nor let him draw me
into no argument about the whale swal-
lerin joiner. Squeeze out few more
tears at the grave if you can as well as
not, aud don't look too happy as you ride
home. You kin return-all the borried
chairs before dark, hey some puddin and
milk fur supper and go TO bed and sleep
as sound as you ever did in your life. You
hear me- don't you. Samuelf'
Owing TO circumstances as above men
iioned he didn't, but having had her say
about things she dropped back on her pill
/ low with a feeling that they were on her
/ mind and whispered:
That's all. Samuel; that's all. When
/ have perished-Mrs. Carter-25 chairs
weep a few tears-hower by the way
side-puddin and milk for supper-and-
and
And Mrs. Gallup was snoring In unison
with him, and the growing hen was heard
no more. II. QUAD.