He ' d ben up tew see aunt , an ' said she would n't last the night threw , prob ` ly . That give me a scare er the wust kind ; an ' when I told doctor haow things was , he sez , kinder jokin ' , -- '' ` Better git merried right away , then . Parson Dill is tew come an ' see the old lady , an ' he 'll dew both jobs tew oncet . ' '' ` Will yeou , Bewlah ? ' sez I. '' ` Yes , Hiram , to ` blige yeou , ' sez she . `` With that , I put it fer the license ; got it , an ' was back in less 'n half an haour , most tuckered aout with the flurry of the hull concern . Quick as I 'd been , Bewlah hed faound time tew whip on her best gaoun , fix up her hair , and put a couple er white chrissanthymums intew her hand ` chif pin . Fer the fust time in her life , she looked harnsome , -- leastways I thought so , -- with a pretty color in her cheeks , somethin' brighter 'n a larf shinin ' in her eyes , and her lips smilin ' an ' tremblin ' , as she come to me an ' whispered so 's ' t none er the rest could hear , -- '' ` Hiram , do n't yeou dew it , ef yeou 'd ruther not . I 've stood it a gret while alone , an ' I guess I can ag ` in . ' `` Never yeou mind what I said or done abaout that ; but we was merried ten minutes arfter , ` fore the kitchen fire , with Dr. Parr an ' aour hired man , fer witnesses ; an ' then we all went up tew aunt . She was goan fast , but she understood what I told her , hed strength tew fill up the hole in the will , an ' to say , a-kissin ' Bewlah , ` Yeou 'll be a good wife , an ' naow yeou ai n't a poor one . ' `` I could n't help givin ' a peek tew the will , and there I see not Hiram Flint nor Josiah Flint , but Bewlah Flint , wrote every which way , but as plain as the nose on yer face . ` It wo n't make no odds , dear , ' whispered my wife , peekin ' over my shoulder . ` Guess it wo n't ! ' sez I , aout laoud ; ` I 'm glad o n't , and it ai n't a cent more 'n yeou derserve . ' `` That pleased aunt . ` Riz me , Hiram , ' sez she ; an ' when I 'd got her easy , she put her old arms raound my neck , an ' tried to say , ` God bless you , dear -- , ' but died a doin ' of it ; an ' I ai n't ashamed tew say I boohooed real hearty , when I laid her daown , fer she was dreadf ' l good tew me , an ' I do n't forgit her in a hurry . '' `` How 's Bewlah ? '' asked Dick , after the little tribute of respect all paid to Aunt Siloam 's memory , by a momentary silence . `` Fust-rate !
that harum-scarum venter XXXXX mine was the best I ever made .
Riz abaout aout chrissanthymums er goan leastways shinin wust yeou