McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1883-12-06

i "What is it, Miss PrisciilaP" asked
the neighbor, with round, blue eyes
She was pretty young thing, who haG
not been married long.
j 'sHush! Don't speak. Don't yor
hear that beautiful musicp'' Her ca,
was inclined toward the open window
her hand still raised warninely, and bel
eyes fixed on the opposite wall beyonc
them. '2
Mary turned visibly paler than he,
usual dull paleness, and shuddered. 81
don't hear any music, she said. '.Do
4 you, Miss Moorepn d
| "No-o," replied the caller, her simple
little face beginning to put on scared
look, II ON a vague sense of mystery
4 she could not fathom. e.
! Mary Brown roses and went to the
door, and looked eagerly up and down
the street. ssThere amt no organ-man
in sight anywhere said she returning,
SAN 1 can't hear. any music, an. Miss
Moore can't, an we're both sharp
enough o. hearln'. You're jist imagin-
in it, sister,"
81 never imagined anything in my
life," returned the other, s'an' it amt
likely I'm goin' to begin now. It's the
beautifulest music. 1t comes from over
the orchard there. Can't you hear it {?
But it seems to me it's CROWN little
fainter like now. l guess it's movin
off, perhaps"
Mary Brown set her lips hard. The
grief and anxiety she had felt lately
turned suddenly to unreasoning anger
against the cause of 1t; through her
very love she fired with quick wrath at
the beloved object. Still she did not
say much, only: 81 guess it must be
movin' off," with laugh, which had
an unpleasant ring in it.
After the neighbor had gone, how
ever, she said more, standing before her
sister with her arms folded squarely
across her bosom. "Now, Priscilla
Brown" she exclaimed, 81 think it's
about time to put a stop to this. I've
heard about enough of it. What do
you s'pose Miss Moore thought of your
Next thing it'll be all over town that
you're gettin' spiritual notions. To-
day it's music that nobody else can
hear, an yesterday you smelled roses,
and there amt one in blossom this time
o. year, and all the time you're talkin'
about dyin'. For my part, don't see
why you amt as likely to live as am.
You're uncommon hearty on vittles.
You ate pretty good dinner to-day for
q dyin' person"
81 didn'tsay was goin' to de-" re-
piled Priscilla, meekly; the two sisters
seemed suddenly to have changed ma
lures. 'An' III try not to talk so, if it
plaques you. told you / wouldn't this
mornin', but the music kinder took me
by surprise like, an [ thought may be
you an Miss Moore could here it. / can
just hear it little bit now, like The dy-
in away of bell"
"There you 90 agin!" cried the 9TH
er sharply. ,s'Do for mercy's sake, stop,
Priscilla. There amt no music.''
'Well, won't talk any more about
it," she answered patiently; and she
rose and began setting the table for tea,
while Mary sat down and resumed her
sewing, drawing the thread through the
cloth with quick, uneven jerks.
That night the pretty girl neighbor
was aroused from her first sleep by
distressed voice at her bedroom win
dow, crying ''hiss Moore Miss Moore!"
She spoke to her husband, who
opened the window. "What's wanted?"
he asked, peering out into the dark
ness.
"Priscilla's sich,'' moaned the dis
tressed voice; "awful sick. She's faint
ed, an can't bring her to. Go for the.
doctor-quick! quick! quick" The
voice ended in u shrek on the last
word, and the speaker turned and ran
back to the cottage, where. on the bed,
lay pale, gaunt woman, who had not
stirred since she left it. Immovable
through all her sisters agony, she lay
there, her features shaping themselves |
out more and more from the shadows,
the bed clothes that covered her limbs |
taking ON an awful rigidity.
ssShe must have died in her Sleep"
the doctor said, when he came, "with-
out struggle"
When Mary Brown really under
stood that her sister was dead, she left |
her to the kindly ministrations OF the
good women who are always ready in |
such times in a country place, and
went and sat by the kitchen window in
the chair which her sister had occupied
that afternoon.
There the women found her when
the last Offices had been done for the
dead.
"Come home with me Tonight" one
said; .'Miss Green will stay with her."
with turn of her head toward the op-
Dosite room, and an emphasis on the
Dronoun which distinguished it at once
rom one applied to living person.
"No," said Mary Brown; "I'm
,-goin to set here ar listen" She had
he window wide open, leaning her
lead out into the chilly night air.
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