Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1908-12-10

She was old now,
but still fair with beauty of the
spirit blossomed out on the pale face
whose smile was sweet as ever. Her
husband, tall and thin and brown,
glanced at her now and then as if he
still saw the loveliness she wore when
he brought her home, his wife. And
as she looked up at him he was still
the stalwart youth, the touch of whose
strong hand once made her heart beat
so madly. Their children were all
gone; some to the further life, some
returning for holiday.
ITO think" she said, that the day
you fetched me here could sit in the
door and see the river loopin' along
all blue an silver, and the low hills
beyond, with their black pine woods
an the sunshine falling through, and
all the wide mash an the haystacks,
an the colors changin' on 'em. 1t
seemed to mel do no what it
seemed to me! Oh, heaven can't be no
more beautiful than that was, lookin'
down this side the knoll. There's a
big bunch most beyond your hand,
Jes' drlppin 18th juice
And one day you cut down the
big elms at the back there"
Hated to. A tree allus seems to
me to have a life of it's own, most
as much as man has. don't feel no
assurance | amt settin' a sperrit free.
But there, who knows. Anyway it
cleared a slightly spot for you on
t'other side"
Il don't care | wisht that swamp
could be struck by lightnin' fust!"
"Lightnin' never struck a hull ten
acre lot at onst."
1T might set fire to it."
AN burn up somebody's wood lot!
Why, Huldy, I'm 'shamei on ye!"
You orter be, I'm 'shamed on my
self. But | feel jes' so. We amt got
many years to live as you say; and
I'd like to see that likeness of the
promised land an hev Laury see it.
do no. as Asa'd care so much. Laury
likes ii open all about her Shed stay
here more. Shed hev her colored
chalks out in no time. Them paintin
people down in PEBBLES pastur d may
be give her some hints. An you
know the minister said Laury he'd g
real gift for drorin'. But there. she
won't be here tell Christmas time
Sakes alive, father, what a Christmas
it'd be 18th that swamp burned up
We'll, well, wife, as long as we've
got each other, an the children here
and in heaven, and enough to keep the
wolf from the door"
Il know. And I'm silly. An the
dear Lord knows amt maxim NJ
fuss I'm jes' sayin what I'd like.
did useter love that sight-an' th'
Lord made it. Ny, | guess he loveC
beautiful thin's. tew. | set by it. In
happy as thin's are; but I'd be happie
ef that was throwed in"
Like a chrome down to the store
wen you're tradin' your butter. Wal
it's time | give Brindle her supper, an
she give me mine. | hope the day'l
be long o. comm wen I can't milk m.
COW an take her sweet breath al
made o clover blows. There CUES
the birds may have all I've left
There's a bunch on top for luck. Yes
there they be. comm after it now
You can't make jell 18th them grapes
they're too ripe, little mother.
They'll make sweetmeat, all right.
AN the's nothin' nicer'n your crap
sweetmeat 18th my meat. But, Lon
sakes. / guess you'd cook sawdust so
would be tasty. I'm glad we've go
suthm' to cook with-not Ike ther
city folks dependin' on coal an non
80 depend on. That's a noble Woo
pile we've got. There's nothin' bk
bein' forehanded. Come, it's gittir
dampish, an you'd better be thinhI
o. your rheumatics. Ef they'd drse
that swamp you wouldn't be havn