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"With all the trimmings," said Bud Mansie, "with all Morgantown joinin' the mournin' voluntarily under cover of our six-guns." "Wait," said Boone. "What's the second request?" "That can wait." "It's a bigger job than this one?" "Lots bigger." "And in the mean time?" "I'm your man." They shook hands.
She took on mighty few airs fer a person in mournin'. When she riz to go, she says, real kind fer such a stern-faced woman, 'Do the childern seem well an' happy? 'Yes, 'm; they're well, all right, says I. 'Tommy he's like a colt what's been stabled up all winter an' is let out fer the first time.
Besides their bein' so old, she had come from a mournin' family her folks always mourned for everybody and everything they could. And the six wimmen was all swathed in crape, and the hull house smelt of crape and logwood. As I sez more formally, Lateza was brung up to it. Wall, black wuz becomin' to her.
I've staid penned up in the house all I'm a-goin' to! "I've quit it, by Vum! First my stepfather passed away. I never liked him he always imposed on me; but we all went into deep mournin', staid out of society jest shet ourselves up in a black jail for years. "Then my mother-in-law left me then three years more of solid black and solid stayin' to home.
"He said we might as well make up our minds, I tied a stockin' round his arm, but he took it off again because he said he didn't wear his stockin's no, I guess it wasn't his stockin's; it was his heart on his sleeves. But he said he was in mournin', too." Miss Theodosia gave it up. She appealed to Stefana in gentle despair. "You tell me, dear. What does she mean?"
"We're in mournin'," she said. "All of us are on our sleeves. Elly Precious's doesn't stay on very well." "Evangeline!" again cried Miss Theodosia, this time in a startled voice. Fears beset her. Was it the mother, or had poor Aunt Sarah raveled out? How could it have happened so suddenly a bolt out of the clear little Flagg skies? "It's you," Evangeline said.
He wuz a old man when he left Zoar, and had lost four wives a runnin' before he left there, and of course I didn't know how many he'd lost since he come West, I see he wore a mournin' weed, and mistrusted he'd lost another, and so it turned out. It beats all what bad luck he has had.
"Carey says he ain't coming back. Him and young Aydelot's dead sure to go to China soon. An' I'm to handle his business as per previous directions. This is the first of it. Somebody puttin' on mournin' style, I reckon." Champers took up a black-edged envelope, whose contents told him as Dr.
The settin'-room and parlor that used to seem like a dark-green curtained mausoleum, sacred to the mournin' pieces on the wall, and the hair wreaths of defunct Poolers wuz now the sunshinny hant of Beauty and Cheerfulness.
He was to be lodged in prison at the little mining camp to face a charge of attempted murder, a crime that in the northwest provinces is never regarded lightly. "And you weren't drowned!" the trapper marveled, when he had got his breath. "We've been mournin' you for dead for months." "Drowned not a bit of it," Virginia answered gayly. "And don't mourn any more."
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