Jerome, A Poor Man: A NovelFreeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins
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Jerome, A Poor Man: A Novel
Freeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins
New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
All the relatives who had come fourteen years before to Abel
Edwards's funeral came now to his resurrection. They had gotten the
news of it in such strange, untraceable ways, that it seemed almost
like mental telegraphy. The Greens of Westbrook were there--the three
little girls in blue, now women grown. One of them came with her
husband and baby; another with a blushing lout of a lad, to whom she
was betrothed; and the third, with a meek blue eye, on the watch for
a possible lover in the company. The Lawson sisters, from Granby,
arrived early in the day, being conveyed thither by an obliging
neighbor. Amelia Stokes rode to Upham on the butcher's wagon, in lieu
of another conveyance, and her journey was a long one, necessitating
hot ginger-tea and the toasting of her slim feet at the fire upon her
arrival. Amelia was clad in mourning for her old mother, who had died
the year before. At intervals she wept furtively, incited to grief by
recollections of her mother, which the place and occasion awakened.
"Every once in a while it comes over me how poor mother relished them
hot biscuits and that tea at your funeral," she whispered softly to
Abel, who smiled with child-like serenity in response.
All day Abel sat in state, which was, however, intensified in the
afternoon by a new suit of clothes, which Jerome had purchased in
Dale. As soon as Jerome returned with it, he was hustled into the
bedroom with his father.
"Get your father into 'em quick, before anybody else comes," said Ann
Edwards. She was dressed in her best, and Elmira had further adorned
her with a little worked lace kerchief of her own, fastened at the
bosom with a sprig of rose-geranium leaves and blossoms. Ann had
confined herself to her chair since arising that morning. She made no
allusion to her walking the night before, and seemed to expect
assistance as usual.
"Do you suppose mother can't walk this morning?" Elmira whispered to
Jerome.
"Hush," he replied, "don't bother her with it unless she speaks of it
herself. I have a book which gives instances of people recovering
under strong excitement, and then going back to where they were
before. I don't believe mother can walk, or she would."
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