|Date:||Fri, 8 Sep 2006 17:18:57 +0200|
Horse Hines looked raptly at the cold strange face. The star over the town, the lightover the hill, the sod over Ben, night over all.
If thats the bestyouve g-g-g-got, well take it.
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again!
She was silent for a moment, staring at the fire. We have a right to ours aswell as any one. Then, slowly, he began to take a terrible joy in his taint.
He was a Socialist, and had oncereceived eight votes for Congress.
Ben lay in the parlor, bedded in hisexpensive coffin. At Dixieland, there was an air ofexhaustion, of nervous depletion.
In twenty years it would make our nation the proud centre ofcivilization and the arts.
You dont want anything shoddy, said Horse Hines.
I have known the Gant and Pentland families forthirty years or more.
With victorious joy, Eugene thought of theflowers above Bens grave.
He made funny speeches inchapel, at smokers, at meetings of all sorts.
I take a personal interest in this funeral, said Horse Hines withgentle emotion.
Were big strong men, but weve hadhard lives.
Hines,about the c-c-c-c-casket, Luke whispered nervously.
Or do you believe in the belly-lessmarriage?
And among them, sick and old, leaning upon his cane, moved Gant,the alien, the stranger.
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