"Poor soul, poor soul!" grandmother
groaned. "I'd like to think he never done it.
He was always considerate and un-wishful to
give trouble. How could he forget himself and
bring this on us!"

"I don't think he was out of his head for a
minute, Mrs. Burden," Fuchs declared. "He
done everything natural. You know he was
always sort of fixy, and fixy he was to the
last. He shaved after dinner, and washed his-
self all over after the girls was done the dishes.
Antonia heated the water for him. Then he
put on a clean shirt and clean socks, and after
he was dressed he kissed her and the little one
and took his gun and said he was going out to
hunt rabbits. He must have gone right down
to the barn and done it then. He layed down
on that bunk-bed, close to the ox stalls, where
he always slept. When we found him, every-
thing was decent except," -- Fuchs wrinkled
his brow and hesitated, -- "except what he
couldn't nowise foresee. His coat was hung
on a peg, and his boots was under the bed.
He'd took off that silk neckcloth he always
wore, and folded it smooth and stuck his pin
through it. He turned back his shirt at the
neck and rolled up his sleeves."

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