Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1901-02-16

81 S1TTIN RIGHT HERE AS CALM AS CATN1f.
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 1t 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 l 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-
lions Mr.. Gallup finished the bug arti-
Gle and turned to one on the care Of
clotheslines.
II don't want to be looked at and
p'inted 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 don there. You remember
Sarah Jane Bixby, who died two years
ago? Sarah was snippy and sassy. If
she went TO heaven, it would be jest
her way to want to know why I'd come
lyin 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 hu-
manity in general.
81 may git up to heaven in the night,
when all the angels are asleep. and so
III 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 | don't really see how
they git along without it, | know
should feel a 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 twinklin Of an eye. hope it's SO.
II it 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 eacn other that I'd better stad
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 heayed 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 direct question from Mrs. Gallup
would have passed unheeded Her
tears fell for two or three minutes, and
then she asked:
"And how about the beds up 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 | changed off I'd Jest
lay there and kick around all night
long. Do they hev beds. Samuel, or do
they keep on flyin around all night long
and singin 1--WE Reached My Home at
LastTA Seems to me thac flynn and
singin all day would be enough unless
/ feel stronger than l do now. You
orter know these things, Samuel, and
you Orter tell me so I'll know what to
depend on. | might stand sass from
thousand angels. but | do want my
own bed when night comes. and if one
Of my headaches comes on unexpected |
ly | want to know that kin hev a cup |
of tea Mrs. Watkins says they don't |
drink tea in heaven, but l don't see
how she kin know"
Mr.. Gallup was not directly appealed |
to, and as he was reading that a crow
had been known to feign death to avoid |
having crOwbar thrown at him he |
made no sign.
'Waal, I've made up my mind to a |
few things" said Mrs. Gallup as the ST. |
Ience grew painful. I'm Roin uD to