"Yes, Ardely," he said, addressing the widow, who, in black sunbonnet
and dress, occupied the front plank with her seven small children and
a disconsolate-looking man, "you have a right hope of j'ining Elhannon
again in the land where there hain't no widows or orphants, no sorrow
or no parting or no tears, no fever or no choking-disease. Yes, I know
all about hit, Ardely--twicet have I been along the lonesome road you
now tread; twicet was I called upon to part with a fond companion, and
to be paw and maw to my young-uns; two good women have I got in glory,
and one in this mortal spere. I know how to sympathize with all widows,
having been twicet a lone-lie widow myself, and a fair prospect, my
present companion being puny-turned, of walking yet again in that vale
of tears. Yes, Ardely, nobody knows better than me what hit is to have
the heartstrings tore and frazzled, and the light of day everly put
out, by affliction."
The widow bowed her head and wept loudly beneath the black sunbonnet,
and the seven offsprings laid their heads on her lap or on one
another's shoulders and joined in the lament, as did also a number of
black-bonneted women on the front seats.
With the words, "I feel to take the hand of every widow here, man or
woman, that has ever lost a dear companion," the preacher, stepping
forward, offered a consoling hand, first to Ardelia, and then to all
the other bereaved ones who pressed forward, the women weeping, the men
silent, but with working faces, to clasp the understanding hands of one
who could enter into the fellowship of their sufferings. The spectacle
of human loss and sorrow, always a poignant one, was relieved and
softened by the outpouring of this old man's sympathy and love.
With tears trickling down his own cheeks, the preacher then returned
to his place, to begin, in a breathless singsong, a minute history of
the death-bed scenes of his two companions. During these recitations,
the weeping on all sides increased to such an extent that he was again
impelled to come forward and shake hands all around to assuage the
storm of feeling he had raised.
After returning to his place this time, it was with a different voice
and manner that he spoke--sternly, and to the point.
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