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struck.

Several times Jennie had gone to the concourse between the waiting-

room and the tracks to see if through the iron grating which separated her from her beloved she could get one last look at the coffin, or the great

wooden box which held it, before it was put on the train. Now she saw it

coming. There was a baggage porter pushing a truck into position near the place where the baggage car would stop. On it was Lester, that last

shadow of his substance, incased in the honours of wood, and cloth, and

silver. There was no thought on the part of the porter of the agony of loss which was represented here. He could not see how wealth and position in

this hour were typified to her mind as a great fence, a wall, which divided her eternally from her beloved. Had it not always been so? Was not her

life a patchwork of conditions made and affected by these things which

she saw—wealth and force—which had found her unfit? She had

evidently been born to yield, not seek. This panoply of power had been

paraded before her since childhood. What could she do now but stare

vaguely after it as it marched triumphantly by? Lester had been of it. Him it respected. Of her it knew nothing. She looked through the grating, and once more there came the cry of "Indianapolis, Louisville, Columbus, Cincinnati, and points South." A long red train, brilliantly lighted, composed of baggage cars, day coaches, a dining-car, set with white linen and silver, and a half dozen comfortable Pullmans, rolled in and stopped.

A great black engine, puffing and glowing, had it all safely in tow.

As the baggage car drew near the waiting truck a train-hand in blue,

looking out of the car, called to some one within.

"Hey, Jack! Give us a hand here. There's a stiff outside!"

Jennie could not hear.

All she could see was the great box that was so soon to disappear. All she could feel was that this train would start presently, and then it would all be over. The gates opened, the passengers poured out. There were Robert,

and Amy, and Louise, and Midgely—all making for the Pullman cars in

the rear. They had said their farewells to their friends. No need to repeat them. A trio of assistants "gave a hand" at getting the great wooden case into the car. Jennie saw it disappear with an acute physical wrench at her heart.

There were many trunks to be put aboard, and then the door of the

baggage car half closed, but not before the warning bell of the engine

sounded. There was the insistent calling of "all aboard" from this quarter and that; then slowly the great locomotive began to move. Its bell was

ringing, its steam hissing, its smoke-stack throwing aloft a great black

plume of smoke that fell back over the cars like a pall. The fireman,

conscious of the heavy load behind, flung open a flaming furnace door to

throw in coal. Its light glowed like a golden eye.

Jennie stood rigid, staring into the wonder of this picture, her face white, her eyes wide, her hands unconsciously clasped, but one thought in her

mind—they were taking his body away. A leaden November sky was

ahead, almost dark. She looked, and looked until the last glimmer of the

red lamp on the receding sleeper disappeared in the maze of smoke and

haze overhanging the tracks of the far-stretching yard.

"Yes," said the voice of a passing stranger, gay with the anticipation of coming pleasures. "We're going to have a great time down there.

Remember Annie? Uncle Jim is coming and Aunt Ella."

Jennie did not hear that or anything else of the chatter and bustle around her. Before her was stretching a vista of lonely years down which she was steadily gazing. Now what? She was not so old yet. There were those two

orphan children to raise. They would marry and leave after a while, and

then what? Days and days in endless reiteration, and then—?