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Caswell, H. S. (Harriet S.), 1834-

"Or, Memories of the Past"

' As I was sayin', he ran
to unbolt the door, without stoppin' to pick up the broken jar, and of
course no one was there. 'Now,' said I, 'perhaps you will believe in
warnings, for if ever there was a warning that was one.' 'I believe',
said he, 'that some of the boys that know how foolish you are, are trying
to frighten you.' 'I wonder which was most frightened', said I, 'for I
didn't upset the yeast jar at any rate,' and the next day when we got
word that old Mr. Harris died at nine o'clock the night before, he
looked kind o' sober, and said, 'well it _is_ singular, that is
certain,' and I could never get another word out of him about it, but
you may know he thought it was a serious matter, for the very next time
he went over to the village he brought me home a much nicer jar than the
old one, without me as much as reminding him of it, and most always I
have to tell him half a dozen times before I can get him to remember any
little thing of that kind." They went on with their work for a few
moments in silence, when the Widow Green, sinking her voice almost to a
whisper, said: "I will tell you, Mrs.


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