a SLEEPING CAR EXPERIENCE. l8l
funeral, and it waz—now between you and me —
about ez shapely and first-class and prime-mess
affair ez I ever saw. Wilkins hed put in his
extrys. He hed put onto that prodigal's face the
A I touch, hed him fixed up with a ' Christian's
hope.' Well it was about the turning-point, for
thar waz some of the members and the pastor
hisself thought that the line oughter to be drawn
somewhere, and thar waz some talk at Deacon
Tibbet's about a reg'lar conference meetin' regardin'
it. But it wasn't thet which made him onpoplar."
Another silence; no expression nor reflection
from the face of the Other Man of the least desire
to know what ultimately settled the unpopularity
of the undertaker. But from the curtains of the
various berths several eager and one or two even
wrathful faces, anxious for the result.
The Other Man (lazily recurring to the fading
iopic): " Well what made him onpoplar ?"
The One Man (quietly): Extrys, I think—that is
I suppose, not knowin'" (cautiously) " all the facts.
When Mrs. Widdecombe lost her husband, 'bout
two months ago, though she'd been through the
valley of the shadder of death twice—this bein'
her third marriage, hevin' been John Barker's
The other man with an intense expression of
interest) " No, you're fooling me 1"