The farmers' union. (Memphis, Mo.) 1891-1895, 1893-11-09
'Ecen you- money said she: "11i
not tell soul
Thank you, said |.

not tell a soul,
THANK you, said |.
Keep your thanks. TOO. she re-
torted Il amt worth them. snd |
cant stand them. like blow and q
crack with the club. Il curse. and Il
night in tho lookup better because I'm
used to it and its part of my business"
Tnrce days late: Their. wa a knot of
white Grape on one Of the bell knobs at
the door of the Big Barracks. -Alice's
boy was dead The bereavei mother
put he, hand in mine. and left it there.
and bowed her head. dc-pi>ing mere
words. | opened my mouth. but my
heart closed my speech. and tear ran
down each of my checks. She pressed
nv hand. and | understood that she
was grateful 70 me for my emotion.
The Doctors wife caught my eye and
seemed t, invite me to her. made my
way on tiptoc to her side.
"Hush.' she said. You know the
skeleton? 1t comes and goes. YOU
know. 1t viii come and go tonight.
bat never again" This vas whispered
very earnestly and conidentially. 1t
will come only once more. Tonight. but
never again. Oh. We shall be SO happy
after that.
\ little later. As we were all in the
door. and ragged bOotbiack entered
between leaping and being thrown for
ward.
"AXcuSe me-" said Il man who APP
peared at the open door and to whom
the boy had evidently shown the way.
Is this Dr. Whittield's: | have man
in the hack downstairs. He was after
al TO II, 4 I'D
forgive him for what he ha, done to
me. Bring him uD if he is wanted and
let me 60.
We went downstairs. \ closed car
riage stood at the curb. Alice was
first to look into the vehicle. She
drew back, and gra5piny my ann.
turned & face distorted with horror
upon me. He is dead. she exclaimed,
My husband is dead. oh. Mr.. Fle,ch-
CT. what shall We do now"
| whispered to the driver Il promise
of money and of my company on his
box if he would wait another i've min
utcs. Then led the Doctors daugh-
ter into the house. | told them that
there would be Il coroner inquest. and
that if the body was brouyht into the
house the most sacred secrets of the
family would b, made public. | vollin-
tecred TO take the remains to al under
takcr shop. to notify the police. ac-
quaint the Coroner with all the facts
necessary, and to manage that the cx
tcncc of the wife should not he dis
closed.
Swenscn was BARRED the day after
the inquest. His widow had hoped
that he might b. inferred with her
little boy. but the Decor would not
hid l,,, 4
funeral. The chii.t was buried on the
afternoon Of the day If the inquest.
Tie ID ,ct"r. h : darrltrr and | were
the only mo lrlc :. The next day Miss
Alice and followed the hca..>c for he
second time. She wept bitterly for her
little boy on the way to it grave. And
| next day. as We buried her husband.
she yielded again 10 excessive oricI. |
spoke Il few comforting words and
found that all he tears were for her
baby boy. Even when *hc drew me
be side her close to the grave in which
her husbands body had been laid. she
! told me Of the win-umc attributes the
child had possessed. | DO no: believe
she shed Il tear for her husband.
have determined upon the woman
want for Il wife. deliberately started
| from my tailOr~ hands Il Year ago to
get Il bride as | had been getting my
| III ais. my clothe and the workmcn in
my shop-:o order. | started out phil
oSo2hically and in cold blood. saying to
myself that | had the years and the
| money and the need OF Il home. now for
| ii wife. Without M knowing how it
came about. or dreaming that it ever
could. have been guided to a familiar
spot. oft visited in the past but always
blindly. Certain handayes have fallen
! from my eyes and see before III, Alice
Whitfield. She is just where she al
ways vas. in her ;somc at her work.
but | sec her IL /, new light, which
i.,akns her seem n" longer simply the
| frie.41 '-hos: ;t,rroWl:den secrets have
! been betrayed to ma. The same per-
son is now subo: dinatcd to something
| ethereal. subtle and magnetic. as if
saw her through a halo. Full we'll
| know that it is because love is looking
| through my eyes and lending me his
sight. | love her. Does she love me:
| The month Of my waiting for her an
| swer will lie up t ,-morrow. With it
will close that era in my life of which
! this is Il history.
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