A Little Book of Profitable Tales by Eugene Field
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page 137 of 156 (87%)
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cyclopeedy.
The end come one balmy day in the spring uv '87. His life wuz a-ebbin' powerful fast; the minister wuz there, 'nd me, 'nd Dock Wilson, 'nd Jedge Baker, 'nd most uv the fam'ly. Lovin' hands smoothed the wrinkled forehead 'nd breshed back the long, scant, white hair, but the eyes of the dyin' man wuz sot upon that piece uv road down which the cyclopeedy man allus come. All to oncet a bright 'nd joyful look come into them eyes, 'nd ol' Leander riz up in bed 'nd sez, "It's come!" "What is it, Father?" asked his daughter Sarey, sobbin' like. "Hush," says the minister, solemnly; "he sees the shinin' gates uv the Noo Jerusalum." "No, no," cried the aged man; "it is the cyclopeedy--the letter Z--it's comin'!" And, sure enough! the door opened, and in walked Higgins. He tottered rather than walked, f'r he had growed old 'nd feeble in his wicked perfession. "Here's the Z cyclopeedy, Mr. Hobart," sez Higgins. Leander clutched it; he hugged it to his pantin' bosom; then stealin' one pale hand under the piller he drew out a faded banknote 'nd gave it to Higgins. |
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