Lancashire Idylls (1898) by Marshall Mather
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hereditary descent and family pride, and many are the escutcheons
erased and the lines of lineage broken by reverses wrought through their fitful moods. The Crawshaws were no exception. A succession of disasters on their little farmstead brought them to sore straits, and for deliverance they sought help of one Moses Fletcher, who advanced money on the deeds of the property. So bad were the times that James Crawshaw was unable to meet the interest, and on the morrow Moses was putting in force his claim. This was the shadow that fell across the hearth--the despair that was seated like a hideous ghoul by their fireside. In the morning three generations of Crawshaw would be homeless. 'Well, lad,' said Jimmy's wife, 'it's no use lying daan to dee afore one's time; there's this little un to fend for, and, as I say, th' wick is o' more value than th' deeing. Th' owd Book says as th' deead is to bury th' deead, but I'm noan deead yet.' 'Thaa'rt hard on th' owd woman, lass. It's nobbud natural as hoo should want to lie daan and dee where all her folk has deed afore her.' 'Nay, lad, I'm noan hard. Hoo'll go where we go, and we's be doin' aar duty both to her and th' child here by workin' for 'em, instead of frettin' and sobbin' as though all wor o'er.' 'Happen so; but thaa's more hope nor I hev. I durnd think th' sun will ever shine again for us, lass.' 'Get away wi' thee! Th' sun 'll shine to-morn for them as has een to see.' |
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