The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1919-03-20

1 dlsm0unted and hitched my horse
to the fence and followed him into the
old c~hurchyard. 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. 1.-THE first hole In the
I'LL was dug for a 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 a leafy
brier red with roses. "Jest read that,
mister"
My keen eyes slowly spelled out the
time-worn words on q 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 I heard a loud rapping
at its door which confused me until,
looking out, I saw the strange truth Of
the matter. Rose leaves and blossoms
seemed to be trying to hide 1t with
their beauty, but In vain.
IT understand" I said.
mo ye don't. Leastways I don't be-
neve ye d0-not correct. Squire Full
ierton dug a grave here an had an
empty coffin put into 1t away back In
1905. 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, I guess. Say, mister, do ye know
why he sent her there?"
l 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' 1t 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 ye 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 a
voice as sweet as his song, an eyes az
bright as his'n-yis, sire 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 a
young scoundrel here by the name O.
G%rimshaw. His father was a rich man
owned the cooper shop an the saw
mill an the tannery an a lot o. cleared
land down In the valley. He KEEP COM
p'ny with her fer two or three year.
Then all of a 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-yis. sir. Do
We know whyr
Before l could answer he went IN:
"No We don't-leastways I don't be-
ueve ye do. It was cause her father
was richer'n the squire an had prom
ised his gal ten thousan' dollars the
day she was. married. All Of q sud-
den Kate disappeared. We didn't know
what had happened fer a long time.
"One day the OIL squire got me to dig
THIS grave an put,up the headstone an
men ne tot me the story. He turned
the poor gal out o. doors. God o.
israeli 1t was In the night-yis, sir
IL was In the night that he sent her
away. Goldarn him. He didn't have
no more heart than a grasshopper-no,
ir-no a bit. / could "a Drained him
with my shovel. but I didn't.
4 found ont where the gal had gone
an ! follered her-yis I did-found
ner In the poorhouse way over on
Pussley Hill-uh huhi She jes' put
2 arms round my neck an cried an
cried. ] Sues twas cause I looked
ma q ftsndlyN-uh huht I toll her