Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1899-06-29

1t Is too late to obtain particulars of
the sad event for to-day's issue"
Luther Garter went to the door and
called "Cyryl CyryW imperatively.
Cyrus shuf1ed slowly in and sat on
the edge of chair, awed by the
solemuity in his parents faces.
Cyrus, did you see An-did you
see the folks when you went to bor-
row the paper?"
Mrs. Carter groaned softly and
wiped her eyes on Cyruss undarned
sock.
"Nope-guess there wasn't anybody
at home. 1t looked all kind of shut
up"
Mrs. Carter groaned again. "Didn't
you see anybody, Cyry?" persisted
Luther. "Now you think real hard.
Who came to the door?"
Nobody did. 1 walked in, after
I'd kept knocking while"
Cyrus began to look embarrassed
under this fire of mysterious ques-
tions.
'Well, nobody gave me the paper.
/ took it. It's always lying on the
table, waiting to be taken. L guess
Mrs. CANDLES got sick of getting it
for me; and the last time she told me
to go into the sitting-room and get it
myself. Ihad to hunt all round. 1t
was under the sofa. Say, pa, why
| don't we take our own paper?"
"Did she look as if she'd been cry
ing, Cyry?" quavered Mrs. Carter.
II didn't see her, I said-only her
picture hanging up. That looked
real solemn. guess SON ebody was
crying, though, somewhere. 1 heard
sniffy sound. real loud"
Luther and Mrs. Luther gazed
gravely at each other, signing.
"Marietta's such sensitive woman
poor Mariettaw murmured little
Mrs. Luther, tearfully.
She rose suddenly, upsetting the
darning basket. ''Tm going right
down there" she said. ''I feel as if
I'd ought to. If can't be any other
comfort to Marietta, 1 can wash up
the dinner dishes and trim lamps.
Cyry, you run and get my shawl"
She looked down thoughtfully at
her flower sprigged dress. eyes, I
s'pose ia better put on a black
dress. 1 s'pose so, out of respect for
Marietta's feelings"
Soberly begowned and shawled,
Mrs. Carter, a few minutes later
tapped gently at the Gamble back
door. She noticed that the blinds
were nearly all closed and the shades
down. An air Of hushed solemnity
brooded over all things, animate and
inanimate, in the small dooryard.
Poor Andrews choice Plymouth
Rock hens went about as if on tip
toe, with dropping tail-feathers. TO
Mrs. Carter's sensitive ear, even the
old cocks growing had doleful,
drawn-out wall in it.
She tapped again softly. Nobody
responded. Then adjusting the cor
ners of her mouth to appropriate
droops. she stole gently into the
kitchen.
There was no one there. The little
room had on its prim afternoon dress,
and looked unsocial and stiff. The
faintest possible hint of blinking
knitting-needles drew the visitor un-
consciously toward the sitting-room.
Mrs. Andrew Gamble sat there knit
ting in the still, dark room. She
gave q little start as Mrs. Carter en-
tered.
"Oh," she said, in low voice,
'I'm really glad to see you, Mrs.
Carter. No, don't take that chair
that's Andrews, and 1 can't bear it.
The rockers easier to your back. I'm
do your shawl, do.
81 had to come over, Marietta
seemed as if 1 must l couldn't bear
the thought of you sitting here all
alone. I wish / could help you-O,
Marietta. L wish I couldP'4
Mrs. Gamble looked up from her
knitting quickly. eyes, it is lone
some with Andrew gone" she said,
quietly. She was asllght, sweet faced
woman, and the loose wisps of hair,
turning gray, curled prettily around
her face.
For a very little space neither oi
the women spoke. The subdued creak
of their rockers sang a dirge in the
visitors ears. She was wondering