Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
This usually reduced him to a state of somnolent ease. If she wanted a
pail of water, it was a grumbling pleasure for him to get it; and if
she did rise first to build the fires, he saw that the wood was cut and
placed within easy reach. They divided this simple world nicely between
them.
As the years had gone on, however, fewer and fewer people had called.
They were well-known for a distance of as much as ten square miles as
old Mr. and Mrs. Reifsneider, honest, moderately Christian, but too old
to be really interesting any longer. The writing of letters had become
an almost impossible burden too difficult to continue or even negotiate
via others, although an occasional letter still did arrive from the
daughter in Pemberton County. Now and then some old friend stopped with
a pie or cake or a roasted chicken or duck, or merely to see that they
were well; but even these kindly minded visits were no longer frequent.
One day in the early spring of her sixty-fourth year Mrs. Reifsneider
took sick, and from a low fever passed into some indefinable ailment
which, because of her age, was no longer curable. Old Henry drove to
Swinnerton, the neighboring town, and procured a doctor. Some friends
called, and the immediate care of her was taken off his hands. Then
one chill spring night she died, and old Henry, in a fog of sorrow
and uncertainty, followed her body to the nearest graveyard, an
unattractive space with a few pines growing in it. Although he might
have gone to the daughter in Pemberton or sent for her, it was really
too much trouble and he was too weary and fixed. It was suggested to
him at once by one friend and another that he come to stay with them
awhile, but he did not see fit. He was so old and so fixed in his
notions and so accustomed to the exact surroundings he had known all
his days, that he could not think of leaving. He wanted to remain
near where they had put his Phœbe; and the fact that he would have to
live alone did not trouble him in the least. The living children were
notified and the care of him offered if he would leave, but he would
not.
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