The Russellville Democrat., 1880-11-04

| and eillifiowers set i'll order for my tea she forgot the alpaca dress and it's de- parted owner.
 But only temporarily for two or tbree | days alter, sitting soiemnly and almost teariully again by the window. she be- gan in the tone which people use when ! they are telling the particulars" | iou test orter see them, miss"-for I
 nad utterly refused to glance in the | direcfion of the grief-stricken house I It's so touchin' like. He's siftin' the ashes now, miss. She done it the first day we come. She had on an old cali kar-tnev gave It to the woman next door afterward; and then she slicked up her Kitchen and put on the alpaca, and went out callin' or somethin'. She seemed 10 think a lot of her neiphbors | and they of her. I see they had a house full at the funeral"
 "Mercy!' l exclaimed, quite out of | patience with Sarah Blvsterss prying | disposition. "Yoa shouldn't be looking polite.s - -'' 7 "Humphl' said the good soul, with some spirit. "I ain't looking in at thelr windows. l see it all without looking; can't help seeing, they're so close and low like; and I've seen sight O trouble and death, and 1t amt to me | as It IS to giddy young thing like you.u | and with this "crusherD Mrs. Blyster went out to take my tray. The next day the doctor sent her ont to take walk, and she came in radiant q went by the front of that little house, you know, where she died n fortnight ago. Jest as clean. you never seel Them two men must O scrubbed the front steps and front theirselves An such nice rag carpet on the front room floor, and the clock tickin on the mantel-shelf. My 1t must be awful lonesome without herp And Mrs. Bly, ster drew her face down dolefully. An, la! Mrs. Blyster's heart was getting enlisted. The dear old house if it was only hospital, was not going to be without its romance, after all. s'He goes to his shop every mornin'.u said Mrs. Blyster, irrelevantIy, as she frightened up the fire day or two after.
 "He? Who?" I asked, stupidlv. Mrs. Blyster started ikea child caught at the cookies.
 q jest see that man over there," and she nodded in the direction of the back window. 1 see him splittin' some kim iNiio iiSi d SOiti oil u LIS WOIk, l raytber guess he's a carpenter, but meb- be it's a mason, or mebbe it's a shoe maker.'
 Sure enough" rejoined. "But what difference does it make to you, Mrs Blys- ter?"
 ''Lawl' said Mrs. Blyster, bridling. "haven't you any interest In your fellow. bein's? Now, here's poor man, as likely man as I've seen III many long day, gone and lost his wife-dearset creetur to him prob'ly in the world" And Mrs. Blyster's voice choked LID. And you haven't no more sympathy with him than nothin' in the world"
 There was an eloquence of reproach in this which quite silenced me-though feebly protested my innocence-and the subject was dropped.
 Sunday, however, was the grand day for Mrs. Blyster's observations, for then the "inexpressive"-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 mien,," said the lady with some sentiment, that seems to sorter show that he hain't got no name like Smith,"
 'l'm afraid we shall never know" l said, soberly. I'm getting well very fast, Mrs. Blyster."
 "Yes, you be- said the good soul, giv- ing me an affectionate hug. "Yes you be; and I'm glad enough, if it do put me out of job. But likely the doctor'll get me here again."
 "Oh, yes!" I said. But what do you think that mans name is now?" Mrs. Blyster returned to the subject with evident alacrity "Likel 'taint nothin' like Perkins," she said, interrogatively. The Perkinses were great family, who lived near by in great mansion.
 You know 1 haven't seen him." said. half ashamed of drawing out the dear old creature just for my own amuse ment. Perhaps 1t might be Crippen." The Crippens lived further down the street, and though not so aristocratc as the Perkinses, had still claims to consid- eraton.
 That just about suits him." said good Mrs. Blyster. with some enthusiasm. "Mr. Crippenl That sounds quite like him. 1 declare I'm ashamed at my age, but rainy as 'tis l could really almost put oh my gums and go out; feel so kinder anxious to git hold of hls name."
 couldn't help laughing.
 Mrs Blyster." l said, "I do hope you will know some day, and if eyer find out Pll tell you"
 Something in my manner quite injured her feelings.
 q 'spose you think Pm silly" she said, in hurt way, "but, indeed, he's a very nice man"
 1T know he is, dear Mrs. Blyster," I said, penitently; "and I'm every bit in earnest, and l want you to promise to make me some of that famous toast of yours tonight Alasl l fear 1 shan't have iauch more of it"--for l was almost well. This cleared good Mrs. Blyster's face in moment, and she hast ened to set out the gilliflowers and cherubs and ran to get the toaster. Two days later I was to go. The bills were paid and the carriage was ordered, and Sarah Blyster and I were sitting be- fore the pleasant fire having farewell chat, when suddenly in bursts one of the maids.
 Mrs. Blyster," she said. in an agitated voice, "the doctor wants you right away. There's carpenter lives back here on the little back street, and he's fell off the roof. Ohl it's awful. l saw him, and mebbe he'll get we'll and mebbe he won't.
 Mrs Blyster's rosy face grew perceip. tibly paler, and her comfortable hand | felt cold as il touched mine. "It's him, Miss. Mir. Grip" she checked herself, "but likely that amt his name. And, Miss, 1 do believe