<h2>AFTER THE FUNERAL</h2>
<h3>BY JAMES M. BAILEY</h3>
<p>It was just after the funeral. The bereaved and subdued widow, enveloped
in millinery gloom, was seated in the sitting-room with a few
sympathizing friends. There was that constrained look so peculiar to the
occasion observable on every countenance. The widow sighed.</p>
<p>"How do you feel, my dear?" said her sister.</p>
<p>"Oh! I don't know," said the poor woman, with difficulty restraining her
tears. "But I hope everything passed off well."</p>
<p>"Indeed it did," said all the ladies.</p>
<p>"It was as large and respectable a funeral as I have seen this winter,"
said the sister, looking around upon the others.</p>
<p>"Yes, it was," said the lady from next door. "I was saying to Mrs.
Slocum, only ten minutes ago, that the attendance couldn't have been
better—the bad going considered."</p>
<p>"Did you see the Taylors?" asked the widow faintly, looking at her
sister. "They go so rarely to funerals that I was surprised to see them
here."</p>
<p>"Oh, yes! the Taylors were all here," said the sympathizing sister. "As
you say, they go but a little: they are <i>so</i> exclusive!"</p>
<p>"I thought I saw the Curtises also," suggested the bereaved woman
droopingly.</p>
<p>"Oh, yes!" chimed in several. "They came in their<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_1147" id="Page_1147"></SPAN></span> own carriage, too,"
said the sister, animatedly. "And then there were the Randalls and the
Van Rensselaers. Mrs. Van Rensselaer had her cousin from the city with
her; and Mrs. Randall wore a very black heavy silk, which I am sure was
quite new. Did you see Colonel Haywood and his daughters, love?"</p>
<p>"I thought I saw them; but I wasn't sure. They were here, then, were
they?"</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed!" said they all again; and the lady who lived across the
way observed:</p>
<p>"The Colonel was very sociable, and inquired most kindly about you, and
the sickness of your husband."</p>
<p>The widow smiled faintly. She was gratified by the interest shown by the
Colonel.</p>
<p>The friends now rose to go, each bidding her good-by, and expressing the
hope that she would be calm. Her sister bowed them out. When she
returned, she said:</p>
<p>"You can see, my love, what the neighbors think of it. I wouldn't have
had anything unfortunate to happen for a good deal. But nothing did. The
arrangements couldn't have been better."</p>
<p>"I think some of the people in the neighborhood must have been surprised
to see so many of the uptown people here," suggested the afflicted
woman, trying to look hopeful.</p>
<p>"You may be quite sure of that," asserted the sister. "I could see that
plain enough by their looks."</p>
<p>"Well, I am glad there is no occasion for talk," said the widow,
smoothing the skirt of her dress.</p>
<p>And after that the boys took the chairs home, and the house was put in
order.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_1148" id="Page_1148"></SPAN></span></p>
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