Her man was that domineering she could n't call her soul her own . Finally he could n't get his own way over something and he just suicided by jumping into the well . A good riddance -- but of course the well was spoiled . Flora could never abide the thought of using it again , poor thing . That 's men for you . `` And there 's that old Enoch Allan on his way to the station . He 's ninety if he 's a day . You ca n't kill some folks with a meat axe . His wife died twenty years ago . He 'd been married when he was twenty so they 'd lived together for fifty years . She was a faithful , hard-working creature and kept him out of the poorhouse , for he was a shiftless soul , not lazy , exactly , but just too fond of sitting . But he were n't grateful . She had a kind of bitter tongue and they did use to fight scandalous . O ' course it was all his fault . Well , she died , and old Enoch and my father drove together to the graveyard . Old Enoch was awful quiet all the way there and back , but just afore they got home , he says solemnly to Father : ` You may n't believe it , Henry , but this is the happiest day of my life . ' That 's men for you . His brother , Scotty Allan , was the meanest man ever lived in these parts . When his wife died she was buried with a little gold brooch in her collar unbeknownst to him . When he found it out he went one night to the graveyard and opened up the grave and the casket to get that brooch . ''
`` Oh , Aunt Philippa , that is a horrible story , '' I cried , recoiling with a shiver over the gruesomeness XXXXX it . ''
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