He give up the night
it come, and I got him a little room in a hotel after the show,
and let one of the other fellers get the stuff out o' town, so's
I could stay with him up to the finish. It come 'round mornin'.
There wasn't much to it--he just seemed tired and peaceful like.
'I'm glad he wrote what he did,' he said, meanin' the parson.
'She knows, she allus knows,' he whispered, meanin' you, Poll,
and then he was on his way. He'd already give me what was saved
up for you, and I'm sendin' it along with this--" A blue money
order for two hundred and fifty dollars had fluttered from the
envelope when Douglas opened it.
"I got everythin' ready afore I went on the next day, an' I went
up and saw the little spot on the hill where they was goin' to
stow him. It looked kinder nice and the digger's wife said she'd
put some flowers on to it now and then. It was YOU what made me
think o' that, Poll, 'cause it seemed to me what you would a'
done; you was always so daffy about flowers, you and him.
"I guess this letter's too long for me to be a-sayin' much about
the show, but the 'Leap- a-Death' girl got hern last week. She
wasn't strong enough for the job, nohow. I done what I could for
her outside the show, 'cause I knowed how you was always
a-feelin' 'bout her.
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