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sive thought): " Look yer, did ye ever notiss how,
generally speakin', onhandsome a corpse is ? "
The Other Man had noticed this fact.
The One Man (returning to his fact) : " Why^
there was Mary Peebles, ez was daughter of my
wife's bosom friend—a mighty pooty girl and a
professing Christian—died of scarlet fever. Well,
that gal—I was one of the mourners, being my
wife's friend—well, that gal—though I hedn't, per¬
haps, oughter say—lying in that casket, fetched all
the way from some A i establishment in Chicago,
filled wiih flowers and furbelows—didn't really seem
to be of much account. Well, although my wife's
friend, and me a mourner—well, now, I was—dis¬
appointed and discouraged,"
The Other Man (in palpably affected sympathy):
" Yes, sir 1 Well, you see this yer ondertaker,
this Wilkins, hed a way of correctin' all that. And
just by manniperlation. He worked over the face
of the deceased ontil he produced what the surviviu'
relatives called a look of resignation—you know,
"a sort of smile, like. When he wanted to put in
any extrys, he produced what he called-—hevin reglar
charges for this kind of work— a Christian's hope.''
The Other Man : " I want to know."
"Yes. Well, I admit, at times it was a httle
starllin'. And I've allers said (a Httle confiden-