. The Sweet Briar Magazine. tand storm engulfed it. At these not-to-be-ignored warnings, the men started up,one of them pausing to rouse the old store-keeper as he stillsat absorbed in memories which his story had renewed. Stir-ring slightly as the mountaineer gently shook him, he sighedlong and heavily. Somehow, that leetle story o Rosanna has unstrung me abit, me boy, he said, taking the mans arm and followinghim into the store. I feel sorter old an tired the others entered the room he looked up with a ghost ofhis cheery smile. Thats right, boys, come in out o the storm. he said
. The Sweet Briar Magazine. tand storm engulfed it. At these not-to-be-ignored warnings, the men started up,one of them pausing to rouse the old store-keeper as he stillsat absorbed in memories which his story had renewed. Stir-ring slightly as the mountaineer gently shook him, he sighedlong and heavily. Somehow, that leetle story o Rosanna has unstrung me abit, me boy, he said, taking the mans arm and followinghim into the store. I feel sorter old an tired the others entered the room he looked up with a ghost ofhis cheery smile. Thats right, boys, come in out o the storm. he said, andthen he sighed again. Yas, times is changed, an many things a-happened sincethem early days I fust come among yer. Ive seed the folks 124 TEE SWEET BRIAR MAGAZINE o this hill country, born, live their lives, an die, an theirchildren an their childrens children, but I think the over-ruling Providence, boys, that in all these changes Ive niverseed or heerd tell o another tragedy ter equal that o poorleetle Rosanna. L. TEE SWEET BRIAR MAGAZINE 125
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