Mother Bishop
In Seneca, Kans., neighbors were glad that bed-ridden Marietta Bishop was being so well cared for by her Daughter Myrtle. For two and a half years Myrtle had given them news of the old lady, had made them write her notes, had trudged to the post-office every month to collect her mother's $40 Civil War pension. When Myrtle arrived for the 30th time for the pension, the postmaster decided to walk back to Mother Bishop's with her. He found part of Mother Bishop cremated in a fruit...
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