Woodruff County news. [volume] (McCrory, Ark.) 1901-1910, 1907-09-26
THE BUREAU DRAWER
BY WiImot Warning

mystical silence seemed to have set
tied over the New England farm-the
silence of death. eF
Martha was dying. The big, bust
ling woman had come to the end of
her days work, and she was aware of
it-just as her youngest daughter was,
pretty, delicate Almira Earle, who sat
by her mothers bedside tanning the
dying woman with big palm-leaf fan,
for the heat of the heavy August after
noon was excessive.
"Almira, I'm dying-ain't II"
Martha Earle broke the dull silence
of the past hour, and raised herself
heavily on her pillows; but her voice
was no longer hard and autocratic,
and she seemed to speak from dis
lance.
"Mother-my dear dear mother!"
That was all that A1mira could an
swer, but her tears betrayed her.
"Almora, don't cry! It's all right"
Martha smiled family. Listen, honey,
there's something yer have got to do
for me when I'm dead-something IA
know about. guess I can trust yer"
Surely, mother" the girl replied,
softly; then she bent over the other
woman, and propped Martha up in her
soft, warm arms.
when the breath is out Of my
body" Martha continued, take the
little key that yer'll find in my purse,
an open the drawer I alters keep
locked in my bureau, the small top
drawer"-she gave. a low, anxious
sigh "Yer'll mind which drawer-the
small top one"
YES, mother" the girl answered
obediently. THE drawer that alters
kept locked" she added. aF
-Martha's voice dropped to
a low whisper-"yerll find a packet of
letters, an few sprigs of lavender
handful of withered rose-petals.
Yerll burn the letters in the kitchen
fire : burn them to ash, Almira u
trust yer not to read so much as
word of them But the dried rose
petals an the lavender-put them in
my coffin, ghosts of dead flowers, Al
mira-all that's left of a lost summer"
Her voice died into silence.
what does it mean?" whispered
the girl. Mother dear, I'll give yer
my oath that I'll do what yer ask, an
not read one word of yer letters-but
who wrote them?"
That's no matter" replied Martha.
Some one who loved me, honey, be-
fore ever your father did. A young
man who went to New York to make
| fortune for me, an who came back
too late, for / guess couldn't wait
| for Gillian for everA Besides, there
was yer father an his fine farm, an
my folk all pressing me to marry
Didn't yer love father?" Almira
spoke in sharp, strained tones.
Her mother kept a sullen silence
for few moments, then she said
with sudden burst Of newborn
strength:
81 ~made him a good wife. guess
no one can say l hev' not been good
wife or a good mother. l hev' worked
fer yer father-baked an brewed-
scrubbed an sewn. hev borne him
sons and daughters, an in my way
hev' loved him"
Not as yer loved the other" Al
mira lowered her voice. ooh, mother
mother" she went on, II understand
i KNOW, alone of all yer children
Like enow," the dying woman an
swered. Her voice had softened. 81
hev' often thought" she went on
dreamily, that yer had queer look
of him, honey. Yer smile as he used
ter smile Almira, an yer eyes are
the same deep blue. But there
there" she sighed impatiently, its
! all finished an ended, for l put Gillian
out of my mind and out of my heart
after yer father had given me my wed
ding-ring. But l kept his letters
| kept them in a locked drawer. Seem
ed as if l hadn't the heart to burn
them, nor the withered flowers that
Gillian had plucked me-roses warm
an red when he gave them to me
sweet smelling an fresh
clock on the mantelpiece struck
the hour of five. Outside, across the
| U6luS, Cdllle Tie ldlut lOWllS VI CdlliS
the golden day was wearing to its
| close,
Put me down again on my pillow,
commanded Martha.
A rigid sternness came over the
face. She was bracing herself to face
the Valley of Great Silence and the
stream which is cold as ice.
I'll fetch father" murmured Almirs
softly. Then she bent and kissed
Martha Earle with rare passion. "Oh
mother, mother" she whispered, IAN
/ never guessed"
Martha Earle took no notice of hel
daughters speech. She had done witt
all earthly matters, her concern with
this worlds affairs was over.
1t was late-close on midnight-be
fore Almra found time and opportuni
ty to fulfill her dead mothers request
| Moonlight was pouring into the large
bedroom through the window, and
| shining IN the white figure that lax