Beaver County News | 1916-05-19 | Page 9 | Luxury of Woe

Luxury of Woe. Mandy had "dished up" my onesome lunch, but still she lingered near. "Well, Mandy, what is it?" I asked, recognizing the sympti;ms. She giggled consciously. "Please, Miss Ethel, couldu yo' lend me a pa'r red stockin's?" "Red stockings, Mandy? Are you going to a party?" She became impressively solemn at once. "Oh, no, miss. Ah's gwine to a fun'al." "But Mandy, red stockings at a funeral! fu-neral! Everybody always wears black at funerals." "Yes'm. Ah knows, miss " she hesitated hes-itated "but yo' see, Ah expects to prostrate mahself on de grave." New York Evening Post.