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Updated: July 20, 2025
"He was here not very long ago," I said, and asked her to take some food, not wishing her to question me. "Food!" she said, "what an odd word! Yes, so that you give it to me in pleasant guise." "What is pleasant to you to-day?" "Something soft and cool." What could I give her? It was very convenient having Sophie so near. This must be Miss Axtell's self who had spoken.
A second tower I was imprisoned in, higher up than the first, a well, deep with veins of liquid soul, such as man nor patriarch hath ever builded, and I, a bit of rock-moss, unable to reach out to the light. I heard Miss Axtell's voice, and yet I could not move. She called, "Miss Percival!" Mr. Axtell did not lift his head; she called, "Abraham!" then I moved.
Twisting, dodging, ducking, he threaded his way through the field, bowling over Caldwell, eluding Axtell's outstretched arms and bearing down upon the Blue goal. As he neared Bert, who was running in a diagonal line to head him off, he swerved sharply to the right in an attempt to pass this last obstacle between him and a touchdown.
Anna Percival, in the silence of that upper room where so much of life had come to her, sat at Miss Axtell's side, and thought of the dream that came one Sunday morning to her, sleeping, and out of the memory of it came tolling down to her heart the words then spoken, and, taught by them, she answered Miss Axtell's pleading by an "I will." "Good little comfort-giver!"
There was a smooth place on the rope. The roughness had been worn away by contact of human hands. Abraham Axtell's hands the same that covered his face before the young girl's picture, that digged the grave, and so gently soothed his sister that very morning had worn it smooth. It was out of my reach, too high up for me to attain unto; and so I held it tightly lower down.
And reaching into the interior of the machine he pulled out a small magnet. To it was attached a card, on which was written: "I told you I would have my revenge!" It was signed with Axtell's name. "This was the dastardly plot he evolved," said Professor Roumann.
When the grave was marked, the one wielding the spade looked up at the silent looker-on, who bowed his head, as if to say, "It is right." Then he began to strike deeper, to hit the stones under the sod. "What is it?" asked Sophie, looking up, for now she heard. "I think it's Mrs. Axtell's grave that is to be made," I said. Sophie came to the window. "It's a wonder he don't make it himself."
I said, "No, they were such strange people, I would rather not." Chloe came in from the kitchen to say that "Kate, Miss Axtell's girl, had come, and said, 'Miss Lettie was too ill for Miss Percival to take care of her. Mr. Abraham couldn't leave her." The funeral was to be on the morrow. The morrow came.
Verily, little friend, I know that God had put it into Creation for me, and yet there seemed His own law written against it"; and Miss Axtell's tones grew very soft and tremulously low, as she said, "Mr. McKey had faults that could not, existing in action, make any woman happy: do you think happiness was meant for woman?"
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