Course you do. Well, she married Ed
Trimble, and he died along in the early part of the summer. Typhoid.
Was getting well but he took a relapse, and went off like that! And
now she's left with three little ones, and they guess poor Ella has
a pretty hard time making out. And this old schoolmate that you
start to tell a funny story about is dead, and the freckle-faced boy
with the buck teeth that put the rabbit in the teacher's desk, he's
dead, too, and the boy that used to cry in school when they read:
"Give me three grains of corn, mother,
Only three grains o f corn;
To save what little life I have, mother,
Till the coming o f the morn."
well, he studied law with old judge Rodehaver, and got to be
Prosecuting Attorney, but he took to drinking - politics, you know
- and now he's just gone to the dogs. Smart as a steel-trap, and
bright as a dollar. Oh, a terrible pity! A terrible pity. And as
you hear the fate of one after another of the happy companions
of your childhood, and the sadness of life comes over you, they
start to tell something that makes you laugh again. I tell you.
Did you ever see one of these concave glasses, such as the artists
use when they want to get an idea of how a picture looks all
together as a whole, and not as an assemblage of parts? Well,
what the concave glass is to a picture, so such talk is to life.
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