Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1919-07-18


In the valley below us, the house near
ly hidden by tall evergreens.
"Yes," l answered.
wal. that's the Squire Fullerton
place-he's Hates father"
Does the squire live there7"
mo. sir-not eggzac'ly. He's dyin'
tbere-been dyin' there for two year
err more. BY gosh It's wonderful how
hard tbs fer some folks to quit breath
In. Say, be you any O. his familyT
"No."
"Nor no friend o. hisf"
"No"
Course not. He never had n friend
in his life-too meant He's too mean
to die, mister--too mean fer hell an
wouldn't wonder--honest, I wouldn't
mebbe that's why God is keepin' him
here-jest to meller him up little.
Say. mister, be you In a hurryr
"No."
"Say, hitch yer boss an come in
here. want to show ye suthin'."
I dlsmounted and hitched my horse
to the fence and followed him into the
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
ELL was dug for Fullerton"
There were many small monuments
and slabs of marble-some spotted
with lichens and all I'm commemoratlon
Of departed Fullertons.
"Say. look a that" said my guide as
he pulled aside the stem of leafy
brier red VITA roses. "Jest read that.
mister"
My keen eyes slowly spelled out the
time-worn words on q slab Of stained
marble:
Sacred to tho memory Of
Katherine Fullerton
17s7-1Se6
proclaim his Word In every place
That they are dead who fall from grace"
A dark shadow fell upon the house
Of my soul and I heard loud rapping
ut 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 II with
their beauty, but In vain.
II understand" said.
"No ye don't. Leastwdys I don't he
lieve ye do-not correct. Squire Full
lerton dug a grave here an had an
empty coffin put into II away back In
1908. 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 1t, guess. Say, mister. do ye know
why he sent her there?"
shook my head.
"Yis We do, too. It's the same or
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 sartln-an' II 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 ye the hull story. My Days
work Is DONE"
We sat down together and he went
on as follows:
"Did se ever see Kate Fullerton"
ayes"
mo 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 ]
amt. Kate was as handsome as
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
Kate was ten year old-there's her
grave In there with the sickle an the
sheaf an the portry on 1t. That was
unfOrt'nit an no mistake. Course the
squire married ag'in but the new wife
want no kind of a mother to the girl,
an you know, mister, there was n
young scoundrel here by the name o.
Grimshaw. His father was rich man
owned the cooper shop an the saw
mill an the tannery an lot o. cleared
land down in the valley. He KEEP COM
p'ny with her fer two OF three year.
Then all OF q sudden folks began to
talk-the women in particular. Ye
know men invented hell an women
keep up the fire. Kate didn't look right
to 'em. Fust We knew, young Grim
shaw had dropped her an was keepin'
comp'ny with another gal--yls. sir. DO
ye know whyr'
Before could answer he went on:
mo We don't-leastways ! don't be
lleve ye do. II was cause her father
was richer'n the squire an had prom
ised his gal ten .housan' dollars the
day she was marr.~1. All OF sud
den Kate disappeared. We didn't know
what had happened fet long time.
CrO BE CONTINCED)
II Can't Be Done.