But
as I stretched my head out of the curtain I saw four other heads as
eagerly reached out from other berths to hear the conclusion of the
story. One head, a female one, instantly disappeared on my looking
around, but a certain tremulousness of her window-curtain showed an
unabated interest. The only two utterly disinterested men were the
One Man and the Other Man.
The Other Man (detaching himself languidly from the window): "Cy
Dunham?"
"Yes; Cy never hed hed either convictions or purfessions. Uster
get drunk and go round with permiscous women. Sorter like the
prodigal son, only a little more so, ez fur ez I kin judge from the
facks ez stated to me. Well, Cy one day petered out down at Little
Rock, and was sent up yer for interment. The fammerly, being
proud-like, of course didn't spare no money on that funeral, and it
waz--now between you and me--about ez shapely and first-class and
prime-mess affair ez I ever saw. Wilkins hed put in his extrys.
He hed put onto that prodigal's face the A1 touch,--hed him fixed
up with a 'Christian's hope.
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