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"
SID
!
"
Tom
felt
the
glare
of
the
old
lady
's
eye
,
though
he
could
not
see
it
.
"
Not
a
word
against
my
Tom
,
now
that
he
's
gone
!
God
'll
take
care
of
HIM
--
never
you
trouble
YOURself
,
sir
!
Oh
,
Mrs.
Harper
,
I
do
n't
know
how
to
give
him
up
!
I
do
n't
know
how
to
give
him
up
!
He
was
such
a
comfort
to
me
,
although
he
tormented
my
old
heart
out
of
me
,
'm
ost
.
"
"
The
Lord
giveth
and
the
Lord
hath
taken
away
--
Blessed
be
the
name
of
the
Lord
!
But
it
's
so
hard
--
Oh
,
it
's
so
hard
!
Only
last
Saturday
my
Joe
busted
a
firecracker
right
under
my
nose
and
I
knocked
him
sprawling
.
Little
did
I
know
then
,
how
soon
--
Oh
,
if
it
was
to
do
over
again
I
'd
hug
him
and
bless
him
for
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
,
I
know
just
how
you
feel
,
Mrs.
Harper
,
I
know
just
exactly
how
you
feel
.
No
longer
ago
than
yesterday
noon
,
my
Tom
took
and
filled
the
cat
full
of
Pain-killer
,
and
I
did
think
the
cretur
would
tear
the
house
down
.
And
God
forgive
me
,
I
cracked
Tom
's
head
with
my
thimble
,
poor
boy
,
poor
dead
boy
.
But
he
's
out
of
all
his
troubles
now
.
And
the
last
words
I
ever
heard
him
say
was
to
reproach
--
"
But
this
memory
was
too
much
for
the
old
lady
,
and
she
broke
entirely
down
.
Tom
was
snuffling
,
now
,
himself
--
and
more
in
pity
of
himself
than
anybody
else
.
He
could
hear
Mary
crying
,
and
putting
in
a
kindly
word
for
him
from
time
to
time
.
He
began
to
have
a
nobler
opinion
of
himself
than
ever
before
.
Still
,
he
was
sufficiently
touched
by
his
aunt
's
grief
to
long
to
rush
out
from
under
the
bed
and
overwhelm
her
with
joy
--
and
the
theatrical
gorgeousness
of
the
thing
appealed
strongly
to
his
nature
,
too
,
but
he
resisted
and
lay
still
.
He
went
on
listening
,
and
gathered
by
odds
and
ends
that
it
was
conjectured
at
first
that
the
boys
had
got
drowned
while
taking
a
swim
;
then
the
small
raft
had
been
missed
;
next
,
certain
boys
said
the
missing
lads
had
promised
that
the
village
should
"
hear
something
"
soon
;
the
wise-heads
had
"
put
this
and
that
together
"
and
decided
that
the
lads
had
gone
off
on
that
raft
and
would
turn
up
at
the
next
town
below
,
presently
;
but
toward
noon
the
raft
had
been
found
,
lodged
against
the
Missouri
shore
some
five
or
six
miles
below
the
village
--
and
then
hope
perished
;
they
must
be
drowned
,
else
hunger
would
have
driven
them
home
by
nightfall
if
not
sooner
.
It
was
believed
that
the
search
for
the
bodies
had
been
a
fruitless
effort
merely
because
the
drowning
must
have
occurred
in
mid-channel
,
since
the
boys
,
being
good
swimmers
,
would
otherwise
have
escaped
to
shore
.
This
was
Wednesday
night
.
If
the
bodies
continued
missing
until
Sunday
,
all
hope
would
be
given
over
,
and
the
funerals
would
be
preached
on
that
morning
.
Tom
shuddered
.
Mrs.
Harper
gave
a
sobbing
good-night
and
turned
to
go
.
Then
with
a
mutual
impulse
the
two
bereaved
women
flung
themselves
into
each
other
's
arms
and
had
a
good
,
consoling
cry
,
and
then
parted
.
Aunt
Polly
was
tender
far
beyond
her
wont
,
in
her
good-night
to
Sid
and
Mary
.
Sid
snuffled
a
bit
and
Mary
went
off
crying
with
all
her
heart
.
Aunt
Polly
knelt
down
and
prayed
for
Tom
so
touchingly
,
so
appealingly
,
and
with
such
measureless
love
in
her
words
and
her
old
trembling
voice
,
that
he
was
weltering
in
tears
again
,
long
before
she
was
through
.
He
had
to
keep
still
long
after
she
went
to
bed
,
for
she
kept
making
broken-hearted
ejaculations
from
time
to
time
,
tossing
unrestfully
,
and
turning
over
.
But
at
last
she
was
still
,
only
moaning
a
little
in
her
sleep
.
Now
the
boy
stole
out
,
rose
gradually
by
the
bedside
,
shaded
the
candle-light
with
his
hand
,
and
stood
regarding
her
.
His
heart
was
full
of
pity
for
her
.
He
took
out
his
sycamore
scroll
and
placed
it
by
the
candle
.
But
something
occurred
to
him
,
and
he
lingered
considering
.
His
face
lighted
with
a
happy
solution
of
his
thought
;
he
put
the
bark
hastily
in
his
pocket
.
Then
he
bent
over
and
kissed
the
faded
lips
,
and
straightway
made
his
stealthy
exit
,
latching
the
door
behind
him
.
He
threaded
his
way
back
to
the
ferry
landing
,
found
nobody
at
large
there
,
and
walked
boldly
on
board
the
boat
,
for
he
knew
she
was
tenantless
except
that
there
was
a
watchman
,
who
always
turned
in
and
slept
like
a
graven
image
.
