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BRIGHTENED SUNSETS
41
REINS FLAPPING LOOSELY FROM LAX HANDS"
Miss Rosemary Sweet: We beg to inform you that by the will of your deceased cousin, Jeremiah Sweet, you are left the sum of ten thousand dollars. Kindly let us hear from you at once. Sykes & Smottel,
Attorneys-at-Law. Union Square, New York.
1 ; My goodness — gracious — me ! ' ' Awed silence settled over the little room. Suddenly Rosemary began to laugh shakily, white old head against the child's flat little breast.
"I — c-can have the pink silk gown now and the bunnit," she cried. "And I can go a-travelin' like I uster want when I studied the geography at the 'Cademy forty-five year ago. There was one place that had a picter of a mountain spoutin ' fire I 'd like to see. An' Borneo — I've hankered to go there ever since I read in the Missionary Friend about them livin' in trees. Land a-livin ' ! I do ' know but what I c'd buy me a family to talk to, with all that money ! I knew
somethin' was comin' last night — I felt it in my bones ! ' '
Two days later, Rosemary paused on the threshold of her tiny home to take her valedictory glance. Beside her, Doctor Widdle looked about him dazedly. For thirty-five years he had been acquainted with that room, but today it looked strangely unfamiliar to his blurred eyes, like well-known clothes lacking their dear wearer.
1 ' I had to hang Great-Aunt Emmeline over the last weather-spot on the wall," said Rosemary, reflectively. "She was the only relative I had left to hang, but not the last spot. I'm sort of afraid the flower 's '11 miss me, but they'll be the only ones. Blueberry Corners has well-nigh forgot me, Horace. I guess I must be gettin' old."
The old man shuffled out after her. He waited patiently until she had locked the front-door and climbed into the rattling old buggy beside him. Then he cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Why, I'll miss ye, Rosemary Sweet," he said slowly. "Seems like
SHE SWAYED TO HER KNEES IN A SODDEN LITTLE HEAP "