Rensselaer Republican, Volume 21, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 July 1889 — LUCINDYS’ TURN. [ARTICLE]

LUCINDYS’ TURN.

And She Took It With a Vengeance Born of Safffering. Time. A pair of elderly, leatherly looking men and a limp looking, broken spirited! women in a calico dress and a bonnet fashionable before the war, appeared in a lawyer’s office up town one day last' week. *One of the men skid that they wanted a deed made out, and then he turned tot his companion and they discussed the details of the trade they were about to{ make. T 1 e meek looking, heavy eyed littlri woman tried to say something onc<| or twice, hut her husband] silenced hen with: “Come, come, now, Loocindy; me an’ he kin settle this bizuess ourselves. It ! hain’i a woman’s place to take a hand in a matter o’ this kind. She’s got other fish to fry. I’m doin’ th is tradin’ myselfr You jiat set still till yer wanted.” Loocindy, thui adomiahed, “set still’” but she seemed a little less limp and trifle more spirited, while her heavy, eyes brightened a good deal when her husband said: “Now, Loocindy, we’re ready fer ver. Jist come along hyar an’ scratch yer name out in full on this blank line: That’s all we want of you,” It was simply refreshing to see the color cOme to Loocindy’s wan cheeks, and to note the firmness of her voiceaashe said: “I shan’t do it, Cy.” “You shan’t do what?” ‘T shan’t sign my name to that there deed.” “Why, good lawa, woman, that’s all J brung you along fur.” “I know it, Oy, and I ain’t a goin’to do it.” “What in thunder do you mean?” gasped out Cy, as he stared at Loocindj| with his eyes like saucers and his mouth! wide open. “I mean just what I say, Cy Jackson.' Oh* yon needn’t stare atme so, Cy. It’J my time to take a hand in this trade; Cy, an’ I’m goin’ to do it. It ain’t often* I git a chance to show you I’m of any, consequence in this world, but now Fill learn you that I am!” “Lookee here,. Loocindy, I’m blamedif I’m goin’ to stand this! Wbat ailsyou to go to cuttin’ up like this? Now,, you put your name to that deed and* have done with your foolin’.” “I ain’t foolin’, Cy,” she replied! calmly, as she took the pen he handed; her and put it back into the pen rack,, and then pulled her faded old shawl! up around her gaunt shoulders. “Lookee here, Cy,” she said at last. 1 “the way I look at it, that land’s mine! much as it’s -your’s. I’ve dug an’ nig-' gered barder’n you have, an’ I’mt! blamed if I ain’t goin’ to have somj (.ay-BO ’bout sellin’ it, Now, I’ll tell yoil wbat I’ll do! Give me half the monejl Higgins is goin’ to pay you for the lanij right here in my own fist an’ l’il sign] the paper!” “You must be crazy, Loocindy; I want you to stop”— 1 “Forty million of men couldn’t make me sign without,” she Baid calmly, as she dropped into a chair. “Looeindv.” “Well, Cy?” “I-I —blamed if I—l—wbat do you mean, carry in’ on like this?” “I mean that I am gor;’ to have i> xtottar orTWhin the bank I kin call my own, and some decent duds. Hanc over the money, Cy, an’ I’ll sign; an’ I’ll nev*>r sign without it!” Half an hour later Cy and Loocindy left the office, Oy with a dazed look on his livid face and Loocindy with a serenely triumphant expression on her’s, as she walked away with a roll o! bills clutched tight in her bony hand, and visions of a new “alpacky” dress and ass bonnet and a bank account o! her own before her glistening eyes. Her time had come, without doubt.