The Republican journal., 1909-10-14
IAN. IHfN...Snt MARRIED J-AWINr'

s'That's what the old fellow, old Pet
ers, used to say about his daughter, Susie.
Think of the money spent on that
girls education; sent her away to board
ing school, music lessons, French, all
that sort of thing, an then-she married
J-aw-n!'''
"J-aw-n?" repeated interrogatively.
''Mr French, you know, Mrs. French's
husband; John Aurelius, his name was;
the old man called him J-aw-n.'
Didn't he like him."
well, no, can't say he did,
''What was the matter?'
''Ef l was to put it in one word
should say-cider. He not only drinked
it, all he could hold, pretty near, but he
sold it kind of on the sly like, an that
hurt Susie turble. She had been brought
up to have nothin' to do with liquor.
Her folks was kinder uppish, speshly on
her mothers side. Her grandfather was
a preacher in the early times of the
Methodists, an pretty well known for
miles round in Connecticut an Rhode
Island. Susie ever tell you bout that
letter she's got from Bishop Asbury to
her mothers grandfather!'
Il think I've heard her mention it.
The old man cackled: "I'll bet you
y.
it was kinder hard for her when John
French begun sellin' cider to the neigh
bors. There's the best orchard on their
place fer miles around, an he said it
was their biggest chance to make money,
to sell the cider. She noticed the change
first on Sundays when he wouldn't help
her to get to church any more, let alone
go himself. She either had to stay to
hum or get up the horse herself an
harness up, an pile in the three children
an drive off. 'Twant only two miles,
but we used to kinder pity her, she was
so brave, an would say John was took
with that pain in his back an so she had
to come without him. Then the hardest
of it would be when she got back.
'Twould seems if all the men fer five
miles round was gethered in that house
an about it. An they all brought their
dogs an they lay about the kitchen an
on the PLAYER so that she an the chill
dren couldn't hardly get into the house,"
Poor SOUL l suppose she was op-
posed to his making money that way"
Opposed to it! She wouldn't even
drink sweet cider. she was that set. I've
often hearn her tell, an guess you hev
since you come, how that she signed the
pledge to John B. Coughs meetin's
when she want but nine years old, an
hadn't ever broke it. -
eyes, that's So She must have suf-
fered. How long did it last-the Sunday
selling, l mean?"
"Well, bime-by they must have some
thing extra to kill time, an they begun
them gambling games, an guess they
was sometimes pretty uproarious, an
that led to the end of the hull bizness
quite unexpected"
"Well, they did break the Sabbath all
to bits, didn't they?'
Land, yes! The men was too busy
weekdays to give up their time to it, an
John, he was a middlin' good farmer,
contracted in the war.
fer good time Finally, as l was tellin'
We, the end come, through the minister
an old Deacon Bishop. The deacon was
one of them ld-mannered men most
times. You'd think he didn' t see nothin
that was goin' on. John liked him, spite
Of his bein' deacon, becuz he'd listen to
his war stories The deacon he watched
an he advised quietly with John, an he
waited an he waited. An then one
Sunday when things was so lively that
Susie set upstairs cryin' with the chill
dren cryin' round her, in walked the
elder an the deacon an Brother Smith,
that leads the mems class to the Sunday
school, an just fairly caught 'em at it!''
"Who were there?"
81 wouldn't like to tell you, becuz
you'd think less of some of your neigh
bors than you do now: By-gones ought
to be by-gones, an they've done reel
we'll ever since. The elder an the deacon
an Brother Smith held prayer-meetin'
right there in the kitchen with the scat
tered cards an glasses on the table.
Well, well, we'll! Twas a time to be
remembered. There was revival fol-
lowed on close, an the elder baptized as
many as twenty men an women down
to the bend in the mill-creek before the
next spring opened"
Mrs: French must have been very
ha !?W:,, VOC On nen ~, nr;nc;n,es b,,+ =
didn't seem to touch John except that he
shut himself up closer'n ever an always
blamed Susie somehow, an she not know
in no more than the dead what they was
plannin'."
"Mr French died some time ago, didn' t
he?"
"About three years; an do you know.
! WOInen-lOlhS is So queer, yOu u lulIlk W
hear her talk he was the best husband
ever lived. You amt ever knowed her
to tell nothin' agin him?'
''No, certainly not.
mo, nor you never will, She's got
dark blue silk dress he gave her soon af-
ter they were married, an once in a long
while she'll wear it to weddin' or some
other doin's, an tell all about how hand
some he was, an what a store he set by
her music an her French.
''How have the children turned out?"
''Middlin' well; some ways like Susie
an some ways like John, but, on the
whole think they show more traces of
Bishop Asbury's letter an their mothers
music lessons than they do of Sherman's
march to the sea an the ider-pitcher.
"Howsumever, Inever see one of them
in all these years that l don't think of
just how old Mr.. Peters used to tell of
all the advantages he gave his daughter
an, at the end, how he'd drawl out:
And then-she married J-aw-n!"
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