Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1901-03-01


! 81 NJ SITTIN Right HERE AS CALM AS cATVrT -
me- however. is how I'm goin to act
arter l 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 off my cheer or knock
over sunthin. How's it goin to be when
l git up there and meet hull pasture
full of angels? Theren be millions of
'em, Samuel. and they'u 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 cues
tions Mr.. Gallup finished the bug arti-
Gle and turned to one on the care Of
clotheslines.
Il don't want >ttee-~ibe looked at ana
/ p'inted out ana made fun of up there -
said Mrs Gallup as she sat with her
/ eyes on the carpet "All night long last
night 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 wears
ago. Sarah was snippy and sassy. If
she went to heaven. it would be lest
her way to want to know why I'd come
flynn 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 l,0O0.OOO miles of
clothesline went to destruction every
year for want of being hung up in the
wood shed when not i'm use. and h,, was
rejecting on the carelessness of hu.
mainly in general
Il may git up to heaven in the night.
when all the angels are asleep. and so
I'll slip in all right | hope that'n be
the way, because it'll give me a chance
to kind o git used to the place before
daylight. DO you think they have any
breakfast up there? Mrs. Watkins saws
they don't. but don't really see how
they git along without it. know
should feel q goneness all day without
breakfast. And | want you to look nj
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 hope it's so
II it amt, then can't expect no good
times up there. Them angels will ha
p'intin out my lop shoulder. my big
feet and my wabbly knees and wills.
perrin te zach other that I'd better staid
down on ahth among the cabhagcs.
Nobody as knows me can call me obsti-
nate or sOt. but I'll be summed il
propose 20 die and become an angel to
be made fun Of You'll be on my side
about that won't youT"
Mr.. Gallup heaved a long sigh and
seemed about to speak. hut no word
came. He had finished with the clothes.
line and struck an article about the
reasoning powers of the crow. and the
most direct question from Mrs Gallup
would have passed unheedcd. Her
tears fell for two or three minutes. and
then she asked:
And how about the beds mp there
You Know we've slept on feather bed
ever since we was married. and I've
allus bin particular to smooth it down
from head to foot. I've got used to
feathers and if l changed off I'd Jest
lay there and kick around all night
long. do they hey beds. Samuel. or do
lhey Keep on fiyin around all night long
and Singin I've Reached My Home at
Last :: Seems to me that Hyin and |
slngin all day would be enough unless
| feel stronger than | do now. You
orter know these things. Samuel. and /
you orter tell me so III know what to
depend on. might stand sass from q
thousand angels. but | do want nv