Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1901-04-18

me, however is how I'm goin to act
arter | git there. You know how com
pany allus illustrates me. If three or
four of the neighbors come in, I'm al
most sure to fall of my cheer or knock
over sunthin. How's it gOin to be when
/ git up there and meet a hull pasture
full Of angels? There'n be millions Of
'em, Samuel, and they'll all be lookin at
me and wonderin who | am, and I'll be
so upset that I'll fall over my own
feet"
She paused to wipe the tears from
her eyes with the palm of her hand,
but as she had asked no direct ques-
tlons Mr.. Gallup finished the bug arti-
Gle and turned to one on the care Of
clOtheSlines.
81 don't want to be looked at and
pinted out and made fun Of up there"
said Mrs. Gallup as she sat with her
eyes on the carpet "All night long last
night l couldn't sleep for thinkin that
some Of the angels would turn up their
noses at me and want to know what on
airth ! was doin there. You remember
Sarah Jane Bixby, who died two years
ago? Sarah was snippy ard sassy. If
she went to heaven, it would be jest
her way to want to know why ia come
fyin up there, with my rheumatic and
back aches. I'd have to sass her back,
and then what would happen? Angels
do sass each other sometimes, don't
they, Samuel"
If Mr.. Gallup had ever given the mat
ter a thought, he was too busy to dis
cuss it. The statement was right be-
fore his eyes that 100000 miles of
clothesline went to destruction every
year for want of being hung up in the
wood shed when not in use, and he was
rejecting on the carelessness Of hui
manity in general.
81 may cit up to heaven in the night,
when all the angels are asleep, and so
I'll slip in all right. ! hope thatll be
the way, because it'll give me chance
to kind O git used to the place before
daylight Do you think they have any
breakfast up there? Mrs. Watkins says
they don't, but l don't really see how
they git along without IT, | know |
should feel gOneness all day without
breakfast And [ want you to look at
me, Samuel, and see if I'm the hum
blyest woman ever born. ! have read
| that when we die we are changed as in
| the twinkln Of an eye. l hope it's so.
| II 1t amt, then | can't expect no good
times up there. Them angels will be
| p'intin out my lOp shoulder, my big
! feet and my wabbly knees and whis-
perrin to each other that I'd better staid
/ down on airth among the Cabbages
! Nobody as knows me can call me obsti-
nate or sot but I'll be summed if |
propose to die and become an angel to
| be made fun Of. You'll be on my side
| about that, won't you"
Mr.. Gallup hcaved a long sigh and
! seemed about TO speak, but no word
came. He had finished with the clothes
! line and struck an article about the
reasoning powers OF the crow, and the
most difect question from Mrs. Gallup
would have passed mheeded. Her
tears fell for two or three minutes, and
then she asked:
and how about the beds up there2
You know we've slept on a feather bee
ever since we was married, and I've
allus bin particular to smooth it dowE
from head TO foot. I've got used tC
feathers, and if | changed off I'd jes
lay there and kick around all nigh
long. DO they hey beds, Samuel, or do
they keep on hyin around all night Ions
and slngin 'Ive Reached Ny Home a