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Updated: June 18, 2025
"She don't wear black, but she's in mournin' all the same. Her father died recently. Ain't you in mournin', Geraldine?" He turned toward the girl. She had dropped her hands and seized the back of her chair for support. "Yes," she breathed despairingly. "Can't I see you for a few minutes, Miss Melody?" said Ben over the wrathful Carder's shoulder. "Miss Upton sent me to you. My name is Barry."
Texas Joe, leaning back in his chair, with his slow smile drawled in an inconsequential way: "I reckon, now that the financial obsequies of Mr. Jefferson Worth has been indefinitely postponed owin' to the corpse refusin' to perform, that Company bunch will wear mournin' because said funeral didn't come off as per schedule. Them roosters are sure a humorous lot."
The men poured their drinks and the Texan glanced toward the other: "You ain't mournin' none over Purdy, Curly?" "Who, me?" the man laughed. "Not what you c'd notice, I ain't. An' they's plenty others ain't, too. I don't hear no lamentations wailin' a-bustin' in on the festchivities. It was over the pilgrim's girl. They say how Purdy tried to " "Yes, he did. But the pilgrim got there first.
Haven't taken anything but mournin' fruit at breakfast since I heard of it. Mourning fruit, said I, what's that? Huckleberries and blackberries, said he; couldn't eat in colors, raspberries, currants, and such, after a solemn thing like this happening. The conceit seemed to please the young fellow.
Oh, how can anybody be so stingy!" "Sh-sh, sh-h, Serena. Don't speak so of the dead. Why, we ought to be mournin' for her, really, instead of rejoicing over what she left us. It ain't right to talk so. I'm ashamed of myself or I ought to be. But, you see, I thought sure the letter was from those hat folks's lawyers, sayin' they'd started suit.
An' I tell my wife that he'd hev been better acquainted with her then, an' would hev fund out ez no woman war wuth mournin' 'bout fur nigh twenty year. My wife says she can't make out ez how Hil'ry 'ain't got pride enough not ter furgive her fur givin' him the mitten like she done.
Before the Lizard more'n lifts his weepon, Cherokee half slashes his gun-hand off at the wrist; an' then, jest as the Lizard begins to wonder at it, he gets the nine- inch blade plumb through his neck. He's let out right thar. "'It looks like I has more of this thing to do, says Cherokee, an' his tone shows he's half-way mournin' over it, ` than any sport in the Territory.
But mebby she meant it for mournin' for her pardner. I dassent ask. Of course, we all wanted to visit the most noted sights of Paris. And all on us fell in love with the gay, bright, beautiful, happy city though Josiah fell in with French ways more than I did, owin' to his constant strivin's after fashion.
The Caldwell beauty it seems she disdains mournin' is robed like a rainbow; an' she an' Bloojacket, him standin', she on her bronco, looks each other over plenty intent. "Which five minutes goes by if one goes by, an' thar the two stares into each other's eyes; an' never a word.
"Na, I hinna seen the mournin', I've heard o't. Na, if Marget doesna tell me naething, am no the kind to speir naething, an' though I'll be at the kirk the morn, I winna turn my heid to look at the mournin'. But it's fac as death I ken frae Janet McQuhatty 'at the bonnet's a' crape, and three yairds o' crape on the dress, the which Marget calls a costume. . . . Ay, I wouldna wonder but what it was hale watter the morn, for it looks michty like rain, an' if it is it'll serve Marget richt, an' mebbe bring doon her pride a wee.
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