The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-09-21
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KENOSHA, WIS. SEPTEMBER 81, 1871
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had cast him home, and she should
attend his burial.
Anything that Mrs. Sand did in her
present excited state [ thought little of;
but it did surprise me when Mrs. Whit
nall family said she would go also. The
argument had worked upon her mind !;
she too thought it might be a consolation.
And so, behold us at the grave She
took the children, and l. could not let
them all go alone. But we did not do as
Mrs Sand did-follow the procession as
mourner, draped in a black silk cloak
and hood we quietly stole through the
streets after it, and ranged ourselves
against the hedge beyond the crowd. No
mourning was yet ready; and we put on
our old black silk gowns, and drew the
black wells closely over our straw bonnets.
The clergyman-a young man with face
as naturally white as the surplice he
wore-read the service in q subdued,
quiet voice, as if he felt the words
'In the midst of life we are in death. "
How true they were
Leaving all that remained of poor Tom
Crump in its last resting place, the pro-
cession took its way back again, Mrs.
Sand sobbing audibly. Perhaps ought
to say that she-respect being paid to
her as a lady-had had her place next
the coffin. All the rest were fishermen
and their wives; the boy had no rela-
tons left in the world. Letting them get
away, we started next, walking slowly
homewards. It. had been an afternoon
funeral; the sun was sinking in the west,
and his glorious beams fell athwart the
calm blue sea.
dorothy, we must get away from the
place now. Perhaps tomorrow"
eyes, of course, We must, Mrs. Whit
nall"
She spoke the words quietly enough,
and her pale face was calm. Whether the
coming out had aroused her from her
apathy, [ dome know; bnt she began
making out plans and suggesting what to
do best; | mean in regard to quitting
the town for our London home.
The tea things were on the table when
we got In, and Mrs. James came in with
decanter Of wine, pressing US to take a
glass 1t was very kind Of her. know
she had got it on purpose; but we did
not take it, Tea would be best.
dorothy, what shame it brings to
me !" murmured Mrs. Whitnall, as | sat
down to make the tea. II fear I quite
sighted her in my heart as an inferior
looking at her position. What is there
left for me but to get my living by some
thing of the kind? She was no doubt
once as good as I was-perhaps better.
Calamity brings home to us a strange
sense OF our sins"
The children went up to Mrs. Sands
when tea was over; she had sent for
them at the lonely dusk hour more than
once. Mrs. Whitnall, weary with sob
bing, for she had had fit of crying after
tea, lay on the sofa, I hoped, asleep |
sat at the darkenlng windows, weaving
plans for the future in my aching brain
owe shall be leaving you tomorrow, |
believe" said Mrs. Whitna1 to her
"Tbank you for all your kindness. You
must let me know what | am in your
debt-two weeks, is it not? ?"
Mrs. James burst into lears. "Nay,
you are quite welcome to have been in
the rooms, ma'am; don't says anything
about payment"
For she knew how things were with MS
That almost nothing was left to 90 on
with at present nothing at all for the
future. She was true and good gen
tlewoman, though she did let lodgings
There was really little ready money
left, for poor Roberts quarterly install
ments from the government post he held
only sufficed to keep us going. His
salary was not large; in another year
had he lived, it would have been nearly
double There would be the proceeds
from some of the furniture; for, of course
the best of that would have to be sold
1t might bring in say hundred pounds
And what could she do with so small a
sum as that? Why, before she could turn
herself round sand start in anything-iI
aught could be found to start ina 5000
portion of it must be spent on present
needs.
The travelling up to town and the paw
ing Mrs. james, for she certainly should
be paid and the purchase Of mourning
and the paying of the two maids in Lon.
don; and the eating and drinking-my
mind ran through it all. Ina case O.
bereavement like this, if there were ne
God to provide, where would people be
My own perplexity did not give much
care. 1t glanced into my mind nov an6
again, but [ could not help that. A rel
atlye Of Robert Whitnal's, I had lived
with them to be useful, and been paid
enough to buy my clothes. Partly friend
partly governess, partly serVant-at
+ least SO far as often doing the work OF
one-I had been quite happy and loved
them all. 1t might not be easy to find
another place such as this, but rather
difficult. Still,s1 was nothing; if could
see them -.l--..,,...|1. -.-...-..,...
You are all in the dark here!"
Inc voice startled me to sickness. It
was IKE Mr.. Whitnall's. I had thou ght