The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1894-09-01
said, with kind Of gasp, will you tell
her to 90 aWay-that I'm here ?"

said, with a kind of gasp, will you tell
her to go away-that I'm here?''
Mrs. White stood petrifed. By the
grave they sought stood a woman. She
was very pretty. Her roses were a
little faded, for she was no longer
young, but the curves Of her face and
figure still retained a charm. For thu
second time that day Mrs. White no.
ticed how her soft lips trembled-and
also the smoothness and delicacy Of
her quiet dress-but everybody said
Harry Longman had made fortune
'inventin'." As in a dream, Mrs.
White saw the woman beseech Miss
Longman by look and gesture, and
when the other did not respond turn
| slowly away. Then Sarah White
reused herself. AL her Christian
meekness and forbearance seemed to
surge within her. They overcame the
intense repellant power she felt for in
the woman beside her, and she spoke.
"Cal her back" she said
"Call her back?" said the other,
fercely.
'sYou asst her ter come" went on
| the admonitory voice.
"No, he asst her," said the other, al
most with wall. The secret Of all
her bitterness was in the cry. She
tossed her hands again, with that
touch of the tragic which had vaguely
| alarmed her friend. Her face grew red
as if in the glow Of a hot fire.
mo, he asst her, she repeated, as if
forced, in justification, to say il. 'She
spoiled his life fur him-an' he loved
her-just the same-ter the very end.
An I never knew It., Harry ?-don't
yer ask Harry he said, but he wanted
her. An I asst her down. But amt
that enough? How darst she foller him
Scout here?"
Mrs. White cleared her throat do
yer think he meant yer ter treat her
like this-When she did Gomez" she ask.
ed at last, in a kind Of ecstasy Of mex
orable mildness. :
Miss Longman turned to the grave.
The Stiff bouquets We're awry upon it.
They had begun to fade, and in the
sunshine the clayey soil had already
become caked and cracked. The SPOT
| had look of discomfort, or drouth and
bleakness. Her head seemed bursting;
her soul rose in protest against Sarah,
against all stupid people who could not
| understand Of what she was robbed.
! She made one more fierce effort to
regain the best she knew, her life, her
past, old and dear habits Of thought,
the Neutrality-suspicious. tolerance for the
half-forgotten Della, the intense, almost
maternal sense of possession in
the dead man. With her wounded
love still struggling within her, she
| gazed on the grave. She sought to
| read it as she might now have sought
to read the gentle impassiye face be-.
Meath at last, to understand
him, to grasp the real among the
thoughts and wishes she still instinc-
| lively lent him. a few birde not set
] flown South swept through the impid
air from one clipped evergreen to an
other. Miss Longman said at last,
hoarsely: "Is she in sight yet?' The
peacemaker flew to the gate, and the
two women reached the grave out Of
breath, as if they had beea running.
Miss Longman stretched hand across
the ugly mound, and took one of Mrs.
Harry Longman's slim ones.
There, there, there-Delia," she said,
with an effort, 'p'rhaps you couldn't
help all you've done-there, there"
Mrs. Longman's large eyes swan, her
pretty figure swayed as if she would
have leaned across the grave for a
warmer embrace, but the other shook
her by the hand conclusively, though
she caught her breath in something like
a sob. There, there, there" she re-
| peated, and then, with another click
in her throat-"p'rhaps you couldn't
help it. don't jest know whose fault
it's. I'm so mixed up I can't think.
But you go way 'thout any feelin'
| I guess, kin stand what's sent me-"
| She would have dropped the others
hand, but it clung to hers. Yer might
write-now an then-'bo1t Harry
an'-an'-the children" said Miss Long
man; "an' you'd better stop n ask Abe
ter hitch up" Mrs. Longman sobbed
"Yes," lingering over the hand she held.
Then, after a little, as if further speech
were forbidden her, she went softly
away. The two women watched her
threading her graceful way between the
mounds, then passing through the gate,
then down the long maple avenue
which led to the village Now and
then a yellow leaf dropped and fut-
tered feebly about her, like a big, yel-
low butterfly struck with sudden age
or chill.
When she was gone Mrs. White
would have put an arm around her
friend, but the other shook her off,
and, STOPPING over the grave, began
to straighten the fading flowers awry
upon it, with gesture which brought
the sudden hot tears to Sarah Whites
kind eyes.
Pufballs as Food.