been in that room at that instant a loaded gun
pointed towards Miss Inchman, Miss Cushing would have pulled the
trigger. This would have been wicked, she well knew, and contrary to her
every principle, but never before had she been confronted by such
treachery!

"Well," continued Miss Inchman, "as we must die, we ought to make
ourselves ready for it in every way that we can. And we've been
thinking--"

At this moment the endurance of Mrs. Ferguson gave way. The pace and the
strain were too great for her. Each of the others had herself to think
for, but she had not only herself, but two daughters. She gave a groan,
her head fell back, her eyes closed, and with a considerable thump she
slipped from her chair to the floor. Instantly every one screamed and
sprang towards her.

"What in the world is the matter with her?" cried Mrs. Cliff, as she
assisted the others to raise the head of the fainting woman and to
loosen her dress.

"Oh, I suppose it's the thought of her late husband!" promptly replied
Miss Inchman, who felt that it devolved on her to say something, and
that quickly. Mrs. Cliff looked up in amazement.

"And what has Mr. Ferguson to do with anything?" she asked.

"Oh, it's the new cemetery I was going to talk to you about," said Miss
Inchman. "It has been spoken of a good deal since you went away, and we
all thought that if you'd agree to go into it--"

"Go into it!" cried Mrs. Cliff, in horror.

"I mean, join with the people who are in favor of it," said Miss
Inchman. "I haven't time to explain,--she's coming to now, if you'll all
let her alone! All I've time to say is, that those who had husbands in
the old graveyard and might perhaps be inclined to move them and put up
monuments, had the right to be first spoken to. Although, of course,
it's a subject which everybody doesn't care to speak about, and as for
Mrs. Ferguson, it's no wonder, knowing her as we do, that she went off
in this way when she knew what I was going to say, although, in fact, I
wasn't in the least thinking of Mr. Ferguson!"

The speaker had barely time to finish before the unfortunate lady who
had fainted, opened her eyes, looked about her, and asked where she was.
And now that she had revived, no further reference could be made to the
unfortunate subject which had caused her to swoon.

"I don't see," said Mrs. Cliff, as she stood outside with Miss Inchman,
a few minutes later, "why Mr. Ferguson's removal--I'm sure it isn't
ne