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In

the

afternoon

Becky

Thatcher

found

herself

moping

about

the

deserted

schoolhouse

yard

,

and

feeling

very

melancholy

.

But

she

found

nothing

there

to

comfort

her

.

She

soliloquized

:

"

Oh

,

if

I

only

had

a

brass

andiron-knob

again

!

But

I

have

n't

got

anything

now

to

remember

him

by

.

"

And

she

choked

back

a

little

sob

.

Presently

she

stopped

,

and

said

to

herself

:

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"

It

was

right

here

.

Oh

,

if

it

was

to

do

over

again

,

I

would

n't

say

that

--

I

would

n't

say

it

for

the

whole

world

.

But

he

's

gone

now

;

I

'll

never

,

never

,

never

see

him

any

more

.

"

This

thought

broke

her

down

,

and

she

wandered

away

,

with

tears

rolling

down

her

cheeks

.

Then

quite

a

group

of

boys

and

girls

--

playmates

of

Tom

's

and

Joe

's

--

came

by

,

and

stood

looking

over

the

paling

fence

and

talking

in

reverent

tones

of

how

Tom

did

so-and-so

the

last

time

they

saw

him

,

and

how

Joe

said

this

and

that

small

trifle

(

pregnant

with

awful

prophecy

,

as

they

could

easily

see

now

!

)

--

and

each

speaker

pointed

out

the

exact

spot

where

the

lost

lads

stood

at

the

time

,

and

then

added

something

like

"

and

I

was

a-standing

just

so

--

just

as

I

am

now

,

and

as

if

you

was

him

--

I

was

as

close

as

that

--

and

he

smiled

,

just

this

way

--

and

then

something

seemed

to

go

all

over

me

,

like

--

awful

,

you

know

--

and

I

never

thought

what

it

meant

,

of

course

,

but

I

can

see

now

!

"

Then

there

was

a

dispute

about

who

saw

the

dead

boys

last

in

life

,

and

many

claimed

that

dismal

distinction

,

and

offered

evidences

,

more

or

less

tampered

with

by

the

witness

;

and

when

it

was

ultimately

decided

who

DID

see

the

departed

last

,

and

exchanged

the

last

words

with

them

,

the

lucky

parties

took

upon

themselves

a

sort

of

sacred

importance

,

and

were

gaped

at

and

envied

by

all

the

rest

.

One

poor

chap

,

who

had

no

other

grandeur

to

offer

,

said

with

tolerably

manifest

pride

in

the

remembrance

:

"

Well

,

Tom

Sawyer

he

licked

me

once

.

"

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But

that

bid

for

glory

was

a

failure

.

Most

of

the

boys

could

say

that

,

and

so

that

cheapened

the

distinction

too

much

.

The

group

loitered

away

,

still

recalling

memories

of

the

lost

heroes

,

in

awed

voices

.

When

the

Sunday-school

hour

was

finished

,

the

next

morning

,

the

bell

began

to

toll

,

instead

of

ringing

in

the

usual

way

.

It

was

a

very

still

Sabbath

,

and

the

mournful

sound

seemed

in

keeping

with

the

musing

hush

that

lay

upon

nature

.

The

villagers

began

to

gather

,

loitering

a

moment

in

the

vestibule

to

converse

in

whispers

about

the

sad

event

.

But

there

was

no

whispering

in

the

house

;

only

the

funereal

rustling

of

dresses

as

the

women

gathered

to

their

seats

disturbed

the

silence

there

.

None

could

remember

when

the

little

church

had

been

so

full

before

.

There

was

finally

a

waiting

pause

,

an

expectant

dumbness

,

and

then

Aunt

Polly

entered

,

followed

by

Sid

and

Mary

,

and

they

by

the

Harper

family

,

all

in

deep

black

,

and

the

whole

congregation

,

the

old

minister

as

well

,

rose

reverently

and

stood

until

the

mourners

were

seated

in

the

front

pew

.

There

was

another

communing

silence

,

broken

at

intervals

by

muffled

sobs

,

and

then

the

minister

spread

his

hands

abroad

and

prayed

.

A

moving

hymn

was

sung

,

and

the

text

followed

:

"

I

am

the

Resurrection

and

the

Life

.

"

As

the

service

proceeded

,

the

clergyman

drew

such

pictures

of

the

graces

,

the

winning

ways

,

and

the

rare

promise

of

the

lost

lads

that

every

soul

there

,

thinking

he

recognized

these

pictures

,

felt

a

pang

in

remembering

that

he

had

persistently

blinded

himself

to

them

always

before

,

and

had

as

persistently

seen

only

faults

and

flaws

in

the

poor

boys

.

The

minister

related

many

a

touching

incident

in

the

lives

of

the

departed

,

too

,

which

illustrated

their

sweet

,

generous

natures

,

and

the

people

could

easily

see

,

now

,

how

noble

and

beautiful

those

episodes

were

,

and

remembered

with

grief

that

at

the

time

they

occurred

they

had

seemed

rank

rascalities

,

well

deserving

of

the

cowhide

.

The

congregation

became

more

and

more

moved

,

as

the

pathetic

tale

went

on

,

till

at

last

the

whole

company

broke

down

and

joined

the

weeping

mourners

in

a

chorus

of

anguished

sobs

,

the

preacher

himself

giving

way

to

his

feelings

,

and

crying

in

the

pulpit

.

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