The Arizona copper camp., 1919-04-12

Sne said to me when bade her good
by.
The shadows were long when I got
to Canterbury. At the head Of its,
main street looked down upon VIII.
lage green and some fine old elms. 1T
was singularly quiet place. stopped
In front Of big white meeting house.
AN old man was moving In it's grave,
yard near the highway. Slowly he
swung his scythe.
"Do you know where Kate Fullerton
nves?'' l asked.
swell, it's purity likely that do" he
answered as he stood resting on his
sEath. .Tve lived seventy-two years
on this hill come the fourteenth day o.
June, an If I didn't know where she
lived I'd be 'shamed of it. Do you see
that big house down there in the
treesT
I could see the place at which he
pointed far back from the, village street
IL the valley below us, the house near
ly hidden by tall evergreens.
"Yes," I answered.
"Wal, that's the Squire Fullerton
Qldce-neS s Rates TaLner."
"Does the squire live there?"
mo, sir-not eggzac'ly. He's dyin'
there-been dyin' there for two year
er more. By gosh It's wonderful how
hard It's fer some folks to quit breath
In. Say, be you any o. his fan,ilyT
'No."
'Nor no friend o. hisT'
'tNol"
course not. He never had friend
In his life-too mean! He's too mean
to die, mister-too mean fer hell an I
wouldn't wonder-honest, / wouldn't
mebbe that's why God is keepin' him
here-jest to meller him up a little.
Say, mister, be you in hurry?"
'sNo.''
"Say, hitch yer boss an come in
here. 1 want to show We suthin'."
dismounted and hitched my horse
old churchyard, between weather.
stained messy headstones and graves
overgrown with wild roses. Near the
far end of these thick-sown acres he
stopped.
Here's where the buryin' begun"
said my guide. "The first hole in the
3 hill was dug for Fullerton
There were many small monuments
and slabs of marble-some spotted
with lichens and all in commemoration
Of departed Fullertons.
"Say, look a. that" said my guide as
he pulled aside the stem of leafy
brier red with roses. "Jest read that,
mister"
My keen eyes slowly spelled out the
time-worn words on slab Of stained
marble:
Sacred to the memory Of
Katherine Fullerton
17S7-1SQs
proclaim his Word in every place
that they are dead who fall from grace "a
A dark shadow fell upon the house
of my soul and heard loud rapping
at its door which confused me until,
looking out, saw the strange truth of
the matter. Rose leaves and blossoms
seemed to be trying to hide it with
their beauty, but in vain.
81 understand" said.
'tNo We don't. Leastways don't be,
Meve ye do-not correct. Squire Full
lerton dug a grave here an had an
empty coffin put into it away back in
1906. 1t means that he wanted every
body to understan' that his girl was
Jest the same as dead to him an to
God. Say, he knew all about Gods
wishes-that man. Gosh! He has
sent more folks to hell than there are
in it, guess. Say, mister, do ye know
why he sent her there?"
shook my head.
"Yis ye do, too. It's the same oil
thing that's been sendin' women to
hell ever since the world begun. Ye
know hell must "a been the invention
of a man-that's sartin-an' it was
mostly fer women an children-that's
sartiner-an' fer all the men that
didn't agree with him. Set down here
an I'll tell We the hull story. My days
work is DONE"
We sat down together and he went
on as follows:
''Did We ever see Kate Fullerton2''
eyes"
''No ye didn't, nuther. Yer too young.
Mebbe ye seen her when she was old
an broke down, but that want Kate
no more'n I'm Bill Tweedy, which l
amt. Kate was as handsome as a
golden robin. Hair yeller as his breast
an feet as spry as his wings an a
voice as sweet as his song, an eyes as
bright as his'n-yis, sir-ye couldn't
beat her fer looks. That was years
and years ago. Her mother died when