Life at High Tide

suppose you know your own busine

t I'd tell you

aham! you ain't

n fee

clothes; wh

see to his clothes, I'd do the rest. They'd

l my born days-Lizzie, now don't. My goodness

Sam Dyer told me

d better feed him, 'stid

sigh, "Course if I could 'a' just taken him i

ou've always been well thought of in Jonesville, but that wo

t say this ain'

say it's the foolishest thing I ever heard of.

s wrong," Lizzie

sit you. But it don't follow, 'cause he can't

desperately; "I'd never have a minut

re comforta

might be," Li

ed, triumphantly. "Now you just let h

take him round to Rev. Niles day aft

s that!-There! You know he was a 'Piscopal; they'

' he said it wa'n't just customary. Said it was better t

r, she turned to ridicule: "Folks'll say you're marryin' hi

don't believe in ghost

er, they'd say you was a wicked woman!" cried Mr

ereafter. Course his machine ain't se

ever fin

t. That's why I

grily again, "Course if you set out to go your own way, I suppose

eaf-brown eye: "Folks that have means, and yet would let that poor u

, you can't say I

," Lizzie responded; and the t

er distress was great. To hear people snicker and say that Lizzie Graham must be "dyin' anxious to get married"; that she must be "lottin' considerable on a good ghost-market";

his shirt-sleeves, and he had unbuttoned his baggy old waistcoat, for it was a hot night. Mrs. Butterfield was on the kitchen door-step. They could look across a patch of grass at the great barn, connected with the little house by a shed. Its doors were still open, and Josh could see the hay, put in that afternoon. The rick in the y

fully, "seems Mis' Graham's bound to get some kind of a husband!" Then

way," his wife said, bitterly. "Bad enough to have folks that don't kn

as only ju

you say it;

f his pipe, reflectively. "You ain't got a matc

to get the match; when she handed it to him, s

d'able shuck up,"

doin' it out of pure goodnes

things," Josh ruminated; "course Jim's pension wa

ent goin' to stop pensions? There

goin' to stop it. Lizzie G

rth you tal

't no such fool as to go on payin' a woman for havin' a dead hus

rfield!-you

n could get consid'able of a income by sendin' husbands to wars, if it wa'n'

avin' that pension same as ever. Why, she can't marry Nat. Goodness! I guess I'll just s