Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1874-04-09

tered during the pouring rain. All the
women and men assembled surrounded
the undertaken, bowling, and greeting
him; all except one poor fellow, who had
quite recently been buried gratis, and
who, shy and ashamed of his tatters, did
not venture to come forward, but stood
retiredly in corner The rest were re-
specially dressed; the women wore caps
with ribbons; those men who had served
the State were in uniform, but their faces
were unshaven; merchants wore their
holiday cattdns. "Seest thou, Prohorotf,"
said the Brigadier, in the name of this
select company, show we have all risen
at thy invitation. Those alone have re-
NAMED at home who could not possibly
come, who had quite crumbled to pieces,
or who had no skin, but only their bare
bones left; but even thus, one of them
could not rest-so anxious was he to see
theen
At that moment small skeleton pushed
his way through the crowd and approached
Adrian. His skull smiled affectionately
at the undertaken Bits Of light green
and red cloth and Of old linen hung here
and there about him, as upon pole,
while the bones of his feet ratified in his
Hessian boots like pestle in mortar
"phou dost not recognize me, Prohorotf,"
said the skeleton "Dost thou remember
the retired Sergeant of the Guards, Piotr
Petrovitch kurilkin, the same for whom
thou soldest thy first coffin, in the year
ireland one of pine, too, for one Of
oak" So saying the corpse extended his
bony arms toward him; but Adrian, mus
tering all his strength, cried out, and
pushed him from him. Piotr Petrovtch
tottered, fell, and went to pieces.
A murmur of Indignation was heard
among the dead; they stood up for the
honor of their fellow, threatening and up
braidingAdrian land the poor host deafened
by their cries, and almost pressed to death,
losing his presence of mind, fell across
the bones of the retired Sergeant Of the
Guards and remained unconscious.
The sunlight had long been streaming
across the bed on which the undertaken
was sleeping. At last he opened his eyes,
and saw before him the maid blowing at
the charcoal of the samoan. Adrian re-
membered with dread all the events
of the preceding day; Truhin, the
Brigadier, and the Sergeant APP
pcared dimly before him. He was ST.
lently expecting the girl to begin the
conversation, and to relate to him the re.
suits of the nights adventures
"How thou hast oversight myself,
Adrian Prohorof, sir" said Aksinia
handing him his dressing. gown. "Thy
neighbors, the tailor and the Waterman,
came to thee with the announcement that
it was the saints day of the Commissary
of Police, but thou vast pleased to sleep,
and we did not like to awake thee"
"And did they come TO me from the
late Madame TruhinS"
Late? is she then dead?"
"Fool that thou art didst not thou
myself help me to arrange things for her
funeralY"
Hast thou lost thy senses, sir or have
the fumes of last nights drink not passed
off YETI What funeral was there yester
dayY Thou didst feast at the Germans
all day, and coming home tipsy dids
throw myself on thy bed, and didst SLEEP
until this very hour, when the bells have
already rung for mass"
"Indeed!" said the rejoced under.
taker.
"Of course" answered Akslnia.
Well, if that is the case, let us have
the samoan quickly, and call my daugh.
ters."-St PduFS.