The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903, 1901-03-11

| I'LL BR IN HEAVEN BEFORE SUNRISE" "
but had become Interested In the state
ment that speckled hens were more H.
able TO the pip than white or black
ones when Mrs. Gallup recovered con.
sclousness = that Ia. she opened her
eyes. uttered sigh and fetched a
groan and sat up. She fully expected
Mr., Gallup would ask her what had
happened or at least look In her dlrec.
tion. but just then he was busy with
the poultry books statement that a
red rag tied 20 the tail OF a would be
sitting hen will scare her out OF the
.dea. When a long two minutes had
passed, Mrs. Gallup concluded that
something ought to be said, and she be-
gan:
Samuel. want to talk to you a few
minits before | perish. You know /
hev bin expectin TO be summoned any
lay for the last ten years, or since that
COW kicked me over the heart. While
you were out feedin the hog the sum-
mons came. caught sight of the back
II my head I'm the lookln glass jest as
A strange black cat run across the
kitchen floor. That was the way Mary
Ann Davis and Hammer Sly received
their summons, and there amt no
doubt that I'll be I'm heaven before sun
rise"
Mr.. Gallup scratched the back Of his
neck with one hand and held the book
with the other as he read that some
geese had been known 20 live 10 the
age OF 10 years, but he had no remarks
TO offer.
III don't want 70 annoy you while you
are readln," continued Mrs. Gallup as
she unpinned the tidy from the head
OF the lounge 70 use as handkerchief;
but, as | never died before, think
you kin bear with me a little. The
first thing TO be done after expire,
Samuel. Is TO hev me laid out. The
nayburs win cheerfuny do that want
to be dressed In that gray dress you
bought me six years ago. BE particu-
lar about that. because It's the only
one | ever had that fits me across the
shoulders. I,don't want TO go to heav-
en- In a dress all hunched up. l want
10 hev my hands folded and a pink
TO expire with a smile on my face, so
as to look my very best and II my
mouth is shet nobody win notice my
old teeth. Samuel are you follerin
meT'
He wasn't He was following the
author or the poultry book where he
stated that ducks were strangely influ-
enced by music and bad been known 90
20 10 sleep when n hddle was being
played. Mrs. Gallup toyed with her
tears for an interval and then said:
That's all about me. Samuel You
needn't git up no big funeral or go 10
any big expense. The rest Is about
you. Even II you don't marry agln
within four weeks you'll want soft
soap fur the winter. The soap grease
Is down cellar IN keg. aud it's as good
soap grease as anybody ever had.
When you are bilin your soap, don't
furgit TO lay sassafras stick across
the kIttle. | think you'n hev to buy a
new tableclOth some time before spring.
I've made the last one do fur two
years, but it's beginnin 20 80. It's got
three holes right In the miolle. How
ever. n you don't marry you won't
mind holey tablecloth. You know
about the wash biler. don't your
Mr.. Gallup refused 10 answer that
question by even lifting bis eyebrows
The statement that a gander had been
known 70 commit suicide through dis
appointed love Interested him 10 the
exclusion OF all else
THE biler leaks In four different
places. Samuel. and has fur two years.
and I'm afraid you'll hev 10 gin Il mend
ed. I'd hev tried TO hang on 10 II fur
another year II hadn't bin goin to
die. but now it's my duty 10 tell you.
And I'm afraid your second wife win
want you to git her a new washbOard.
I've made ours do fur nine years, and
Il only cost 13 cents at hrst but It's
beginnin 10 crinkle, and nobody kin be
blamed fur IL. Now, let's see. Mrs.
Taylor owes me two cups OF brown
sugar II she cries much az my funer-
al, you needn't ask her fur them, but
II she only sheds a tear or two she
must pay 'em back, Then Mrs. Jack
son has a hatlron Of mine with a bro
ken handle She's bin sayin fur year
or two that she'd bring IL back but she