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“Sizin Up a Woman” 
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tion, and them times we didn't git uo 
mail fur some days. What with trains 
giftin' stalled and the mail-carrier not 
bein able to git a dog-team f'lim Alasky 
by telegraft, our mail come mostly in 
biUH-he.s. Coisequential, we .skippisl all 
but the latest papers; and either that, or 
else the paper that had it in ain’t come 
yit-—anyways, what toilers was as big a 
surprise to us as if ’t wa’n't in the pa¬ 
pers at all. 
I had a great-uncle down in Putnam 
(’ounty that was bora a batehelder and 
never got over it. He lived all by his- 
selt on a small farm. The follerin’ Spring 
I was seedin’ the last piece of oats and 
Henry was f( llerin’ me Avith the roller 
—they ain’t nothin’ better'll a good roll- 
in* to give you a good ketch o’ grass— 
when Jimmy comes niiinin’ over to tell 
me I was wanted at the ’phone. ’Twas 
the Junction callin’; and they ’phoned 
in a telegram, .sayin’ that TTiele Noah 
wouldn’t last long, and fur me to com« 
down there right off. 1 dunno as I should 
’a’ gone if my Spring’s work hadn’t bin 
pretty nigh done—he’d never so much as 
hinted that he kuowed as they was any 
sich feller as me on earth. “Put,’’ thinks 
I, “if ’twas me layin’ there all alone on 
I my dyin’ bed, mebbe I’d like .somebody 
! kin to me to help me aero.ss the dark 
river and see that I got a decent bnryin*. 
The kittle o’ fi.sh I found down there 
ain’t got nothin’ to do with this story, 
so I’ll skip all I can. T'ncle Noah died 
the day after I got there, llis funeral 
was the next day but one. and, bein’ the 
on’y one, I was chief mourner. ’Twas 
held in a frame church that looked small 
film the outside and like all out-doors 
f'um the inside—mostly on account o’ 
the congergation bein’ so small. Poor 
I'ncle Noah was most as lonesome in 
death as he had bin all his life. 1 was 
thinkin’ o’ that so much that I didn’t 
pay much attention to the singin’ and 
preachin’; and twa’n’t till the under¬ 
taker took the lid off’n the coffin, and the 
preacher said the friends and neiglibors 
could now take a last look at the dis¬ 
eased, that I woke up. I wanted to see 
if they was anybody on earth that cared 
two cents fur a man that had lived to 
hisself alone for seventy-nine years. 
I didn’t see nothin’ hut cnriou.sness 
till the fourth one stepped up and looked 
at him. Then I was the one that was 
curious. I couldn’t see her face, but 
they was something about her that said 
I’d seen her somewhere before. I watched 
her all around till she turned to go into 
her seat, before I could git a good look 
at her face. -The undertaker was puttin’ 
the lid hack on, and I knowed it wa’n’t 
proper fur own folks to take a last look 
in church, but I went up tind done it 
all the same, and whilst he was gittin’ 
it off agin, I ast him who .she was and 
where she lived—whisperin’, of course. 
He told me, without turnin’ his head, 
he deserved to be in hizness in a livelier 
! place ’ll that, and I told him so. He 
! smiled. 
“Thank you.” he whispered hack. 
‘This IS a dead town fur a live under¬ 
taker—that’s a fact.” 
I went to the house he told me about 
that evenin’. ’Twas a little, run-down 
place. She had the door open before I 
was through knockin’. 
“Come right in, Mr. Barlow,” she sez. 
“I’m so glad to see you—I rec’nizi'd you 
at the funeral.” 
She showed me into the settin’-room 
and excused herself fur a minute. They 
was somebody layin’ on the lounge. Be¬ 
fore I’ made up my mind whether he was 
a candidate fur another funeral or not, 
she come hack f’um the kitchen. She 
had two hot bricks done up in newspa¬ 
pers, and f-'he put one to each side o’ 
the corjise. Then she r.nist'd his head and 
fixed his pillers. .smoothin’ his hair with 
lovin’ fingers when she put it hack. 
“Now,” she sez. “we’re all ready to 
receive comp'ny. Mr. Barlow, isn’t Cus 
lookin’ fine?'’ 
I locked into her eyes. Lie or no lie. 
I had to say he was lookin’ the best I 
ever see him. ’Twa’n’t no lie, neither, 
come to think ou’t, because he’ got shed 
April 21, 1917. 
of whatever it was that spiled him fur 
me when he was up to our place that 
Summer. 
I'd noticed she had to raise his hands 
to put them bricks to him, .so I stepped 
up and took the nighest one. 
‘•Mighty glad to see you!’’ I sez—and 
meant it 1 
“Thank you—fur her sake. She got 
me out, you know,” sez he. 
‘•No I fur both your sakes.” I told 
him. “And you needn’t thank me. neith¬ 
er—I ain’t that kind. As to knowin’ she 
got you out—this is the first I knowed 
that you wa’n’t in.” Then I told ’em 
about the North I’lde movin’ down to our 
section the TVinter afore. 
They laughed at the way I told it. and 
that started him to coughin’ the wust I 
ever see anybody. I hope I’ll never see 
the like agin, hut if 1 do. I hope whoever 
it is ’ll have a ministerin’ angel like her 
to wait on him ! 
When he was better she excused her¬ 
self agin, and he told me to bring up a 
chair and set by him, if I wa’u’t afraid 
o’ ketchin’ the consum’tion. I ain’t afraid 
o’ ketchin’ nothin’—I allers think o’ 
what Doc Styles told me the time ilary 
ivent up to Jim’s when they was all 
down with dipthery, and I tried to keep 
her. “Ezry,” he sez, “they ain’t nothin’, 
’ll make the body so receiptif to con¬ 
tagion as a cowardly mind, and if I ever 
meet the devil person’ly, I hope Mary’ll 
be on hand to give him a piece of hers.” 
He told me, between coughin’ spells, 
what a fine woman she wa.s, and a thou- 
san’ times too good fur sich as him—a 
no-account as wa’n’t fit fur her to walk 
on. How she’d spent her time and 
stren’th and money gittin’ him out o’ 
prison, and all she’d bin through ami 
done fur him. How he hoped, if they 
was any God, He'd make it all up to 
her—he never could. 
“When you git well,” I begun, tryin’ 
to make out I was full and runnin’ over 
with hope and sich. 
“No!” he sez after another had cough¬ 
in’ spell. “87ic tliinks I’m goin’ to git 
well, hut I ain’t—and I’m glad of it. 
I hope some man as is a man ’ll marry 
her, and give her what I’ve cheated her 
out of.” 
“Now, see here,” I sez. “They is a 
God, and He’ll look out fur her. But 
that don’t give you no license to shirk 
your part. Your hizness is to git well 
as quick as you can and put in the rest 
of your life makin’ her happy.” 
“I don’t want to git well,” he told 
me. “As fur livin’ fur her sake—I know 
myself, and you don’t. If I wa’n’t sure 
I was goin’ to die, anyhow, I’d kill my¬ 
self.” 
That was a little behind me. I didn’t 
know what to .say, .so I didn’t say it. 
‘•I wish I was a iireacher,” I said at 
last. 
“And I’m glad you ain’t!” he sez. “If 
you was, you’d be tryin’ to save my soul 
—and I’m thinkin’ of her." 
I thought o’ something that Jle said: 
“He that loseth his life shall find it.” 
Showalter turned his head so his eyes 
met mine. She come in then with some 
hot milk for him. She had to feed it to 
him with a spoon, and wipe his mouth 
off for him like a baby. I didn’t know 
which to pity most. 
We talked a spell, and then I got up 
to go. They both wanted me to stay 
longer, but I had a lot to do. They 
wa’u’t no lawyer in that place to turn 
it over to, so I reckoned to do most of 
it myself. 
“I’m awful glad I’ve seen you both,” I 
sez, “and I want yon .should both come 
up and stay with us a spell as soon as 
Mr. Showalter gits strong enough. 
Mary—” 
I see ’em look at esich other, and I 
stopped. 
“Mr. Barlow,” she sez, “our name 
isn’t Showalter, it is—” she looked at 
him agin’ ud he nodded. “Our name is 
Whitby.” 
I looked at him, and he looked straight 
hack—not much like Showalter that 
Summer! Now I knowed what ailed 
him then. 
“Yon ain’t—it can’t be! Do you know 
who Noah A. Whitby is?” I ast. 
“Yes.” he .sez, “he’s got back to his 
own name agin at last, and it’s him a 
talkin’ to you now. What about it? I 
