SHE WANTED IT IN RED TYPE.

Thames Advertiser, Volume IX, Issue 2454, 26 October 1876, Page 3

SHE WANTED IT IN RED TYPE.

[ Soon after noon yesterday a very fat ' woman, "going on fifty years'old," ' toilori up the four pairs of stairs, rested * her breath a while, and then wanted to see ' the" head reporter." '' | " I'm all alone in this world," alio comDicnced,a3 she sat down and pulled out 3 her handkerchief. "A widow, eh?"•queried tho head 3 reporter. s " Yes, a poor striving widdcr,: whose " husband has been dead these fourteen 3 years." 1 "Death is a sad thing, madam. It ," crushes hopes, sovors lies, and broaks hearts." ■ ..: J "He was such a good man!" shosobbed, covering her; face with hor handkerchief, "and such a good provider. We nllors ? had meat, and 'taters, and wood, and pre--1 serves; aud, do you know, ho never gave me an unkind word." 5 "Ho must have been anexcoltent man." 0 "He wns-he was. Ho'd git up at t nights aud cover up the children, and '' shako down the stove, aad if his meals ? wasn't ready, or he found buttons off his 1 shirt, he'd never opou his mouth." .. "And yoor grief is yet strong—your 0 sorrow just as deep?" 1 '' Just the same as tho day he lay dyin,' :■ and took my hand and whispered: * Cor* ! ' tilda, don't take on 80.' Yea, I'm grieys ing just tho same, or I wouldn't care : what " folks said. That's what brought-me up ? here—folks are talking about me," . k "They are, eh?" : ' f "Yes, they are. They've said that I ll was after a widower; that I was keeping .°i up correspondence with an undertaker, ll f and that I was dead in love with a dozen e men." n «' And it is not true?" n " True, young man ? Look at me! ' s Great heavens! do I look liko ono who • e wanted to get married ? y e "WelU-o.". ! r "How could I marry again I she. ox--13 claimed. " How could I forgot that dear 16 form beneath the sod and smileon another ie man? Marry! Great stars!'young man; 6 but how could they start such stories ?" ;e " And you want them denied ?'■• : ,' 10 "That's it. Here's ten cent's, and I 0 want you to come out to-morrow in a ;° piece so long, and say that I'll prosecute l !| these slanderers if these stories dont cease. r 1 Put it in red type, mister-rin red type !* and big lettors as that. " A Detroit widder '• can't escape the vile slanderers, no matter how well she behaves.. J marry again 1I'- think of it, young man l" ' a "But widows often do remarry. 3 ' "Alars'they do, young Somehow , it seems lonesome to be a :widder, aud :■ have no one to defend you, and bo all * 13 alone, but—l couldn't think of taking :o another husband-«o£ unless he Ms rich!" ** And she wiped her eyes again and felt )r hor way down stairs.