The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1909-05-27

y long black scarf hung % Uncle
Jimmy McComb's front door knob. and
people came ,p .b,, st,:ns and entered
wi,hort ,s,,,cl<i,u o, ~ 1na. -, ,t,a
N'D va 'Ae uVof 81 cue
St''i J'9l beside the house, only stand
ms FARTHER back from the street. was
"litten In rcd chalk, 'rlused,' and the
windows had been washed, and the
teWtllve" ard ch,sels and drawing
NiiiNes hat usually hung in it had been
taken down and "A newspaper curtain
pat UP. over the way, under the shade
or the big sycamore that shaded the
5s4ri OF the monumental works, a
group Of children had gathered to
Watch for the coming of MIR. Runbley.
the Undertaken. who they hoped would
aHriv" before schoo! time.
Nobody was never kinder TO mem
sw /. ;'' his bare "si lags T haTa to reiisvs
MS feelings. He was mon'sous 'bligin'
ter cover my bail. an when 1 fell down
stairs With Sis Emmy's ark o. animiles
Sn'St they was good AS new" And
Washy suddenly stopped. feeling the
lump i'm his throat too big to manage.
HE showed mo how to make a SPLEEN
did kite las summer" p!ped up Joey
Penrod. the son of the owner of monu-
have li't!e ~fellers around. I'm mighty
sorry for old Marin McComb. Who all
I! take care o her an little Sally now,
| wonder"
reckon thur country III take care
; Marin McComb." said the lankv girl.
Sitting apart and holding a chubby
nahy of three On her knees. She had
been weeping. ard her eyes We're swoll-
on; He ulster tur say tn country helt
tim In honor, bein' as he was a brave
older an fit In thur war"
Thur country!" echoed Joey shrilly.
'N an lTn't lDnyy- ,,n,,nl ,,1, ~.
lliS pension was topped las January.
an heard Dock Shickles tell Mr.. Sam
ms last night as that was what killed
aim. We see, he needed thur money
poWful on account % havin' a mog-
s!lge on his house, because o. the ex-
l"nSlNeneSS o. little Sally'S paws las
sickness"
Whats a moggiage?" demanded
Jancy. putting back the cloud of red
curls that hung about her face.
y know" said Sammy Padgett. the
oldest boy present, It's somethin'
you've got to pay whether you can or
noy
mogsidge man don't set his money he
takes thur house"
II never shall," cried Janey, with
such vehemence her little sister slipped
out of her lap and began to- whielper
Il say nobody shall have Uncle Tim
MY house but Marin McComb. He
wouldn't noways lie still in his grave.
He's oncet tole me he noways couldn't
ef harm We're a-comin' tur her or little
Sally"
"Whatl you do" asked Washy
Padsctt, his round freckled face lit up
with mingled admiration and doubt.
'Somethin'." said Janey. who had
risen. Her big brown eyes famed in
spite of the tears that would brim over
and roll Town her cheeks. II reckon 1
kin do somethin' for my intimate
friend"
a sudden chill and gloom had come
upon the group. for MI. Rumbley's
black wagon had come into view, and
Uncle Timmy's tin sign creaking over
the way was no longer cheerful. but
seemed to say over and over, Gone.
gone" Washy and Sam Padgett were
out of sight i'm a minute. joey Penrod
slid down from his perch on a tomb
stone. and Becky Sammis rose. I'VE
alls on this streetIl miss him" shn said
as She turned to go, but 1 reckon
Janey was his mos intimate friend TO
er fac"
Now, it happened that a year before
the day lust begun Peter kits when
driving down Locust street had heard
Janey singing Ann Laurie" He
wasn't a handsome man. Peter kits.
for his nose was big at the end and