Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-06-06

lage green and some fine old elms. II
was singularly quiet place. 1 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
lives?" l asked.
'Well, it's purity likely that do" he
answered as he stood resting on his
sCath. ''rve lived seventy-two years
on this hill come the fourteenth day o.
June, an if / didn't know where she
lived I'd be 'shamed of it. Do you see
that big house down there in the
.trees?"
yes" answered
oval, that's the Squire Fullerton
place-he's Rates father"
Does the squire live there?"
mo, sir-not eggzac1y. 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 family?"
mo
Nor no friend O. his?''
"NoI"
Course not. He never had a friend
in his life-too mean! He's too mean
to die, mister-too mean fer hell an
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?"
'No."
"Say, hitch yer boss an come in
here. l want to show ye suthin'."
| dismounted and hitched my horse
to the fence and followed him into the
old churchyard, between weather
stained messy headstones and graves
CvergroWn with wild roses. Near the
far end of these thick-sown acres he
stopped.
Here's where the brryin' begun"
said my guide. 1.-THE first hole in the
ill was dug for a Fullerton"
There were many small monuments
and slabs of marble-some spotted
with lichens and all in commemorative
OF departed F'ullertons.
"Say, look "a that" said my guide as
he pulled aside the stem of a leafy
brier red with roses. Jest read that.
mister"
My keen eyes slowly spelled out the
time-worn words on a slab OF stained
marble:
Sacred to the memory of
Katherine Fullerton
17S7-1SO6
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 l heard q loud rapping
ar it's 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" l said.
mo We don't Leastways | don't be-
lieve We dO-not correct. Squire Full
lertor dug a grave here an had an
empty coffin put into it away back ia
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
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 We do, too. It's the same OF
thing that's been sendin' women to
bell ever since the world begun. Ye
know hell must "a been the invention
| of hot NJ
mostly fer women an chidren-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 Fullerton"
eyes"
mo We didn't, nuther. Yer too young.
Mebbe We 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 q
golden robin. Hair yeller as his breast
an feet as spry as his wings an
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 it. That was
uneort'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 q
young sroundrel here by the name o
Grimshaw. His father was rich man
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