Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1917-05-20

with dirt, my bed hasn't been made for a week and I don't know when l have had a decent meal. I promised Matilda, on her dying bed, that I would not marry again, but-shucks What does she care now whether marry or nots'
 'This is about huff of this" ex- claimed the Widow Frazer, who lived about three miles away on the out skirts of the village, and who had been a widow long enough to be sick of it. She had just entered the kitchen with a big armful of wood that she had had to split at the back door. Previous to this she had had the hens to feed, the COWS t0 milk and the pigs to take care of.
 q promised Joseph never to marry again, and it seemed to make him cas- fer in his mind when he died, but if Joseph is an angel, as hope he is, he ought to want me to take another hus- band and get rid of some of this drudgery."
 The morning after the widower and LuC WldOW lldu SpOhCl dUONSs OA AAA CT Taylor got up with h' jaws set and the light of determination in his eyes. After a breakfast of fried eggs and dry bread he hitahed his horses to the wagon and then loaded the vehicle with cord of stovewood.
 "This beech and maple wood is goin' right to the Widow Frazer's. It is dry as finder and will warm her heart as we'll as her kitchen"
 An hour later the load of wood was at the widows door, and, as his knock was answered, she exclaimed:
 "Why, Eliza Taylor, is this you?"
 '.It's me, widder," was the reply, "and I brought you cord of dry wood.''
 'But I haven't got $2 to pay for it this morning"
 .'There is nothing to pay. I'll carry it in and pile it up in the woodshed. was comin' to town and thought you might like the wood. It's might hard 4 to be all alone and burn green wood besides"
 When the wood had been nicely piled up he started back home and for three or four days he had pleasant thoughts of her tidy kitchen and the air of comfort about the house.
 "That's what I want-that's what I'm longin' for" he unused. 'I want to live in house, instead of pigpen."
 In week the horses and wagon were brought out for another visit to the Widow Frazer's. This time there were apples, potatoes; -beets and car rots, and big chunk of salt pork. There were also big chunk of corned beef and three dozen eggs.
 'Why Elija Taylor, are you here again?" was the greeting he got from the widow.
 "Yes, I'm here," he laughed, "I was goin' to town and thought might as we'll load up few things for you."
 When the gifts had b,sen brought in Farmer Taylor said:
 "Widder, I am all alone9 and alarmed lonely man."
 ~'I know it, Elija," shea solemnly re- piled, ''and pity you."
 "And, widder," he continued, "you are all alone in this world and folks can't be too good to you.''
 And he solemnly shook his head and sighed.
 And her chin quivered Ia little and she sighed, too.
 When Farmer Taylor came a third time, which he did in a few days, he brought big crock of butter, more eggs and potatoes and corn for the hens and pig. When he had brought in the things the widow said:
 "Elija, sit down at the table. have got nice mince pie warmth for you in the oven. You are a lonely man, and, though you are one of the best in the world, you can't make a mince pie"
 "And there's nothin' like eem," he said.
 "Nothin' like en-" she repeated.
 "Widder," he said, as he began to eat the warm pie, q promised Matilda never to marry again!"
 "And that's what promised Jo- seph!"
 "But widder I have made up my mind that Matilda, bein' happy herself, had rather I'd marry than live the way have to-"
 And that's the way I think about Joseph" said the widow. "Elija, the roads are in bad state and it's quite job for you to bring me things"
 'No job at all, widder," was the prompt reply.
 ''It must be, Eliza, it must be, and I was goin' to say that bein' here as you are. and bein' that it may not be con- venient for you to come again soon, hadn't we better-better set the date and have it understood and over with? There. didn't mean to say that, but it was on my tongue and I had toto ~
 And they set the date. and when the day came round they were married. lCopyriGht. 1911. by the McClure Newspa- l per SyodacAte.l