Rensselaer Republican, Volume 26, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 July 1894 — SHE HAD HER WEIGH. [ARTICLE]

SHE HAD HER WEIGH.

It Was a Posthumous Triumph, But It Was Hers All the Same. Indianapolis Journal. “When a woman makes her mind up to anything,” said the man with the ginger beard, “they ain’t no way of perventin’ her from reachin’ the end she aims at.”—l_ “Thouten she dies, of course,” remarked the grocer. “It does look to me,” said the man with the ginger beard to the rash interpreter, “like you have the most j natural gift of tollin’ what you don’t — 1 know every time you open your mouth of any man I ever knowed. I will admit,” continued the man with the ginger beard, as the grocer assumed an humbled expression, “that you are all right in the grocery business. Fact is, a man would have to be rather smooth to make a livin’, out of the kind of stock you keep. Now, the time you explained the hair bein’ in the butter because the butter i wasn’t strong enough to hold itself together without it, was plum good. Howsoinever, it looks like rain an’ I can’t waste no more time on you. Now, this here woman — “Which woman?” “This here woman I was thinkin’ of when I spoke was just like all the j rest of ’em; when her mind was. sot, lit was sot. Pore thing, she had to , die to git her own way, but She got I it,” T_ZI ! “Love affair?” asked the man from Potato Creek, who had a romantic streak in his mental composition. ! “Love affair, nothin’. She was rnarrit to her third husband. They hadn’t be&n rnarrit fer more’n a week, before man begins twittin’ her ’cause she was so thin,: an’ wonderin’ why the Lord couldn’t a seen fit to make her weigh as much as his first wife. “How much did the dear angel weigh?” she asked I him, kinder sarcastic like, one day, when they had been jawin’ a little; more than common. “Jist exactly 155 pounds,’ says he. “ ‘Well,’ says she, ‘l’m a-goin’ to git to that weight if it takes me a hundred years.’

“Howsomever, 'stead of giftin' any fatter, she gits thinner and thinner right along, till at last she up and dies. ‘Well,’ says the old man, ’seems like she didn’t git to that there weight she started fer after all. I guess she weighed near-er"iifty-five than ahundred and fiftyfive.’ But that’s all he knowed about it. About two years after they was a boom in real estate, and the old graveyard turnin’ out to be pretty good town lots, the folks had to move this here woman among the rest. When they come to dig her up she had patrified.” ‘•Petrified, I suppose you mean,” said the school teacher. “Anyhow, I mean she had turned to rock. An’ just fer curiosity they weighed her. Funny thing too. She come exactly to that there 155 pounds she alles said she’d git,' and they won’t never nobody make me believe that she didn’t know what she was doing all the time.”