The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1920-02-26

mere you go agaln-WOIryln
"It does seem like he's had full plenty
of time You look, Laury. Your eyes is
sharper"
Laury went out to the walk. She held
her apron tent-wise above fiat, streaked hair.
In the strong light, the wrinkles about her
eyes were woven into nests.
''You see him?" shrilled her mother.
Laury came back, wrapping her brown
arms in folds of apron. "Hes had full time.
l expect he's found somebody to talk to.
Pas talker, once he gets started. And me
with my oven all het up and company COM
ing" >
"Men-folks don't seem to have no
natural feeling about things! l just expect
him and old Cap Sanders has got together |!
I've half notion to go after him. You
don't spose he could a ben overcome, Laury
his eyes is so poor-and his hearin'. You
don't spose anything could a happened?"
There you go-a-worryin'.
Zone thing l know-when he does
come back, he'll stay. I'll hide his hat"
That's what you always say"
"This time I'll do it!"
"All that good heat a-wastin'"
"There comes Harvey Lewis on his
wheel. He's ben to the creamery. Mebbe
he's seen Pa"
The small boy on the wheel, knees and
elbows crooked grass-hopper fashion, pumped
furiously up the walk
"You a-lookin' for Mister Allen? He's
run over. He's run over by the cars. seen
him. The Marshal's there. I seen him.
An a sight of folks. l expect they're
Thought you'd want to know"
''Run over! Poor old Alb! Run over
by the cars. And sent him to his death. :"
'Now ma, be brave! Come up here
on the porch. Here-set herein this
rocker. It's stiAin' inside. Now Ma, don't
take on so. Mebbe it aint so. Mebbe Har-
vey aint got it right ="
"I seen it" said Harvey. 81 was right
there. And they was such crowd couldnt t
get no closeter. So come home to tell you!'
Mrs Lewis, mother of the courier, ap-
prised of disaster had run over by now. She
was of ripping, enormous bulk. She sank
down into an adjacent porchchair, seeming
in the process to Aatten slightly, like mold
of jelly, and famed mournfully, with very
tragedy of motion, the little, dark figure of
the wife, fallen side-wise in her chair.
Other doors opened other porches
filled. Neighboring children, impelled by a
bashful terror, came no nearer than the
walk; but the mothers, some with the proud
bearing of oficious sympathy, some with a
distressed friendliness, gathered on the AL
lens porch; the bolder ones penetrated even
into the kitchen and living room. Above
the whispering, the broken CALCULATIONS, the
ceaseless rocking of Mrs. Lewis chair, could
be heard the thudthud of the potato masher,
and the sizzling of gravy boiling up.
"Pore things-they got to keep up their
stren'th."
"I hadn't ought to of sent him. 1t was
along of Arch and Ehie and the children
coming in. They want bread enough. Poor
Pa, he was always so fond of the children
specially Horace He had the naming OF
Horace. He wouldn't hear to his bein
named for him. He said sAbner' was such
common name."
"Horacell miss his grampa," sympa-
thized Mrs. Lewis, rocking and tanning with
heavy regularity.
'I said it was a trial-living with men
folks. Now I'm judged"
Dear heart! We all know" consoled
Mrs. Lewis. All the women nodded; and
one advanced, in timorous defense: "They
can't help it-pore things
"I said he shouldn't 60 out no more
And now my words is come true"
This strange, unconscious clairvoyanct
on the part of the bereaved woman, produced
sort of staggering effect upon her auditors
They looked mutely at one another. Mrs
Lewis, firmly entrenched as chief comforter
by reason of her priority of arrival, and hel
proprietary relation to the courier, stated a
intervals, detached and comfortless passage
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