The Grenada gazette., 1888-05-12

Where be you going, Prissyf"
ITO the DOCTOR" aud the shaking
old hands tied the ribbons resolutely,
Il cant stand this, no way. It's worse
than being farmed out, sister," and
she went.
The doctor came. There was little
he could do, but that he did, and first
of all he took the needle out of Needles
thin old hand.
From that day on she set herself with
all the force of resolute and loving
nature to die. 1t was pitiful to see
how she clung to Pins and longed to
stay for her sake, even as she felt that
she must make haste to 90 for that
same dear sake; and the conflict be-
tween longing and steady purpose
weakened the faithful old heart still
more.
"Prissy," said she, "when am gone
don't spend much money on me. I'd
rather the town should bury me than
that YOU should come 81 the town
finally"
The slow tears rolled down Pins
checks. "rll bury YOU my self, sister, "
,he sid. earnestly, land won't live
long enough after to trouble the town,
no way.'
Needles looked up wistfully: sDon't
be long after me, Prissy, for | shall be
lonely without you"
NO, sister, but there's my two hus-
bands. Don't you think you'll know
'rm2'
"Know en-? I'd know Silas Wether-
ell anywhere I set eyes on him, aud as
for Ama>a Youngs-"
'>i>ter, l hope you don't bear no
malice. Hes dead and gone, you
know"
"So'n be, Prissy, when l see him
if do"
Sister"
The Lord is mcrciful. and think
sister, think He's made Heaven big
enough so that Amasa and | won't see
each other"
"Well, sister, if it hadn't been for
him dying as he did, getting run over
by that ere train, we couldn't have got
along as well as we have.
"No, Prissy, we shouldn't. Amasa's
death was a mercy any way you look
at it."
"As for Silas." she went on after a
minute, Il never had no conceit of
him nohow, but I'll try to get along
with him till you come"
Hell be there, sister,
80, yes. he'll be on hand. He al
WAYS was on hand when nobody wanted
him.
Only few days after Needles died.
1t was one lovely August morning in
the early dawn that Pins heard her call
and came hastily from the little innel
room where she had been trying to rest
a little. She came out and bent over
to kiss the withered lips Of the dying
woman.
"Sistcr, do you know me' It's |,
Prissy," she said. "Sister! good-morn,
ing, sister! The dying eyes opened
for one last loving look and then
closed forever.
Pins buried her, "a good decent
burial that the town didn't have nc
hand in, " she said to herself, grinIy.
"Mcbbc I'll have to be buried by tho
town myself. but sister wasn't, she
said, and she took up her work again.
But, alas! the stiff, hard old finger:
worked even less swiftly and steadily
now. There WAS something gone from
the life and the eyes wandered wist
fully over the meadows while the WorB
dropped IDLY from hcr hands. So be
fore long, 1t happened that the dozcr
shirts TOOK TWO weeks instead OF one
to ilnlSh. Then coarSer work Wa'
taken that tried the old eyes less ant
that only paid three shillings dozer
instead of fifty cents. Nineteen cent?
q week. 1t wasn't much to live on
but she did it. Easily too, as her ap
petite began to fail her, and soon Sh'
began to lay by out OF that little sun
something more Tor her burylng. Sh'
couldn eat the coarse looo Sh'
bought and day alter day httI'