The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-10-23

come. She had on An old caliker-they
give 1t to the woman next door afterward:
T and she then sllcked up her kitchen and put
| on the alpaca and went out a-callin' or
somethin. She seemed to think q lot of
her neghbors and they of her. see they
had houseful at the funeral"
''mercyl" l exclaimed, quite out Of
patience with Sarah Blyster's prying dis
position. "You shouldn't be looking in at
their windows, Mrs. Blyster; it ism t
''Humphl" SAID the good soul, with some
spirit, II amt a-lookin' In at their win
dows. / see 1t all without lookin'; can't
help seein', they're so close and low like:
and I've seen q sight o. trouble and death,
and 1t ain't to me as 1t is to giddy young
thing like you,' and with this ''crusher''
Mrs Blyster went out to take my tray.
The next day the doctor sent her out to
take a walk and she came in radiant.
81 went by the front of that little house,
you know, where she died fornit ago.
jest as clean, you never seel Them two
men must a. scrubbed the steps and front
themselves. An such nice rag CARPET on
the front-room floor, an the clock tickin'
on the mantel-shelf. Myl it must be awful
lonesome without heri" And Mrs. Blyster
drew her face down dolefully.
Ah, iai Nrs. Blyster's heart was getting
enlisted. The dear old house. il it was
only hospital. was not going to be with
out its romance after all.
"Ho goes to his shop every NORM" said
Mrs Biyster, irrelevantly, as she frightened
up the fire day or tive later.
"He2 Who2" asked stupidity.
Mrs. Blyster started like child caught
at the cookies.
81 Jest see that man over there" and
she nodded in the direction of the back
window. 81 see him splittln' some klp'-
ling an then goin' off to his work. |
rayther guess he's carpenter, but mebbe
its mason, or mebbe its a shoemaker"
"Suro enough" l rejoincd, but what
difference does it make to you, Mrs. Bys-
terl"
'I.aw" said Mrs. Blyster bridling; "you
haven't no interest in you fellow-bcn's
Now here's poor man, as llkelya man as
I've seen. this many long day, gone and
a-lost his wife-tho deerest creetur to him
prob'ly in the worlu." And Mrs Blystor's
voice choked up. And you haven't no
more sympathy with him than nethin' in
the world"
There was an eloquence of reproach in
this which quite silenccd me-though I
fcebly protested my innocence-and tn G
subject was dropped.
Sunday, however was the grand day for
Mrs. Blystcr's observation, for then the
''inexpresslve he"-it was real trial to
her that she did not know his name-was
at home all day. She speculated on his
name great deal.
"There's bearin' about his MEN," said
that lady with some sentiment" tthat
seems to s0rter show he hain't got no COM
mon name; now know he hain't got no
name like Smith"
I'm afraid we never shall know" l
said, sobcrly; 'Tm getting we'll very fast
Mrs. Blyster."
"Yes you bel" said the good soul, giving
me an aifectionate hug. ''Ies you be; an
I'm glad enough If it do put me out of q
JOB. But likely the doctorll get me here
again."
ooh, yes!" l said; ''but what do you
think that mans name is now7"
Mrs. Blyster returned to the subject with
evident alacrity.
"Likely faint nothin' like Perkinsa" she
said interrogatlvely. The Perkinses were
great family, who lived near by In a
grand mansion.
"l ou know haven't seen him." SAID,
half ashamed Of drawing out the dear, old
creature just for my own amusement.
perhaps 1t might be Crippen." Tho
Cr,rpcns lived further down the street and,
though not 80 arlstocratic as the Pcrkinses.
had claims to consideration.
THAT just about suits him." said good
Mrs. Blyster, with some enthusiasm. "N1r.
Crippeni That sounds quite like him. l
declare I'm ashamed at my age, but rainy
as it's l could really almost put on my
gums and go out. feel 80 kinder anxious
to git hold Of his namc,"
l couldn't help laughing. ''Mrs. Blys-
ter l said, II do hope you will know
some day, and If I ever find out III tell
you."
Something IN my manner quite injured
her feelings.
81 s'pose you think I'm silly" she said,
in hurt way; "but indeed he's a very
nice man."
II know he ls, dear Mrs. Blystcr," l
said pcnltently. '!And Pm every bit in
earnest, and want you to promise to make
me some Of that famous toast of yours to-
night. Alas! fear l shan't have much
more of it"-for / was almost well. This
cleared good Mrs. Blystcr's face In a
ulOlllCHC, ulu BIG nhStcnCu TO Set Ollt the
cherubs and gilliaowers and ran to get tho
toaster.
Two dayslater was to 20. The bills were
paid and the carriage was ordered, and
Sarah Blyster and were sitting before the
pleasant fire having farewell chat, when
suddenly In burst ono or the maids.
"Mrs Blyster," she said. in an agitatod
voice, ''thc doctor wants you right away.
There's carpenter lives back here on the
little back street and he's fell off a roof.
Ohl it's awful. saw HIM, and mebbe he'll
get well and mebbe no won't"
Mrs. Blyster's rosy face grew perceptibly
paler and her comfortable hand felt cold
as it touched mine.
'It's him, miss. Mr.. Grip" she
checked herself, "but likely that amt his
name And, miss, do believe there's a
Providence in 1t, and here Pm goin to find
out his name without a-havin' to put
on my gums at all; but, mercyl' for she had
suddenly realized that this was no time to
ruminate. ~ hope he amt a-goin' to die