The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-11-13
A NEWSPAPER FILE.

1t was two days after Aunt Priscilla's
funeral, and Sue and l were sitting to-
gether by the kitchen fire, with that
hush over our spirits still which follows
death and a burial. All the afternoon
We had been busy in getting the house
to rights, not meddling yet with the
things which had been hers, and were
now ours, but by dint ofopen windows,
sunshine, and furniture busted and re-
arranged, trying to restore to the
rooms that familiar look which they
had lost during three weeks of anxiety
and trouble. A few days more and W.
must face q future which was full OF
terrors. Meanwhile, custom as well as
inclination accorded q brief respite in
which to think of her who was gone,
and of each other, with the clinging
tondness of those whoselives, never be-
lore parted, were about to separate.
Sue sat on a low stool, her head
against the chimney lamb. 1t was the
chimney of Aunt Priscilla's youth;
she never would alter tone of the
wide, old fashioned kind, with pot
hooks and blazing logs, andbake oven
at one side. The SCOT blackened bricks
and faint red glow made background
for my sisters head, with its great
twist of fair hair and lily like slenGer
throat. Sue is very pretty, prettier
than anybody / ' e saw. Irecollect
picture of Cinderella sitting in lust
such an attitude by the chimney side.
She was equally picturesque at that
moment; so far as looks go, equally
worthy of a prince; but, alas! no fairy
godmother was likely to emerge from
the apple room for her benefit. Aunt
Pris. who In a small way, had enacted
that part towards us, was gone, and
her bug rocking chair which we had no
heart to SIT IN, swung empty in it's ac-
customed place, type of a like empti-
ness which We were conscious ofin 9TH
CT things, and would feel for a long
time to come.
Neither Of us spoke for a while. We
we're tired and spiritless, and John
Blade was coming presently to talk
over things, so we saved our words.
DIR. Slade-John-was Sues lover.
Their poor little engagement had been
Iormed two years ago. How many
years it was likely to last yco,.ld
guess, but they held on to it bravely,
and were content to wait. Pretty
soon, as we sat waiting, his step sound
cd without on the gravel, and with a
little tap-courteous, but unnecessa-
Ky, for the door was never locked-he
Suffered, gave Sue = gentle kiss, me an
other, and sat down between us in
aunty's rocking chair. 1t was a COM
Tort to have him do that. The house
seemed less forlorn at once.
well, children, how has the day
gomez" he asked.
pretty well,s replied Sue. "We
have been busy, and are tired tonight,
think. I'm glad you are come, John
dear. We are getting lonely and dis
NAL, Cree and /.
Lucretia is my name, but Sue and
Aunt Priscilla always called me sCree."
John adjusted q stick on the embers,
and with one daring poke sent q ton
gse Of bright fame upward before he
answered. Then he took Sues hand
IN his broad palm, and patting it gen.
fly, said:
Nov let's talk g matters. We
ought to decide what We are to do, we
three"
That ssthree'' was very comforting
to me, but John always is a comfort.
He was "made 500 Aunt Pris said.
And he certainly carries out the pur.
pose of his creation.
DID your aunt leave any will2 ht
went on.
"Only this;'' and I brought from be
tween the leaves OF the big Bible, wher.
we had found it, a half sheet OF not'
paper, on which dear aunty had stat
ed in her own simple form, that shI
lett all she had to be equally divided
between her nieces, Susan and Lucre
tia Pendexter. Squire Packard nam
and Sarah Brackets, our old wash
<fvpman, were written below as wit
Very well, said John, that's GOO,