He tried to
deny it, but I saw the lie in his face an shamed it. Dont you bother
about me. I will live a powerful sight longer than you want me to
before I am through with You. You will never forgit how Sally died, ef
you did not look at her pore little face in death nur help the
neighbors fill her grave up.
"John Westerfelt, you killed my Child as deliberately as ef you had
choked the life out of her with yore Bare hands. You hung after her
night and Day, even after she had been cautioned that you was fickle,
an then when you got her whole soul an hart you deliberately left her
an begun flyin around Liz Lithicum. I know yore sort. It is the
runnin after a thing that amuses you, an as soon as you get it you turn
agin it an spurn it under foot an laugh at it when it strugles in pain.
Lawsy me. God Almighty dont inflict good men with that Disease, but
you will have it nawin at yore Hart tel you run across some huzzy that
will rule you her way. Beware, John Westerfelt, you will want to marry
before long; you are a lonely, selfish Man, an you will want a wife an
childern to keep you company an make you forget yore evil ways, but it
is my constant prayer that you will never git one that loves you.
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