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toward the ship, then a blaze, screams that tore my heart to shreds, and I had the queerest feeling that just as I had crossed the Highway, Clarence's spirit had flown out of that flamingdeath over my head and whispered "Good-bye." I ran stumbling and crying back to the cottage for I had seen the men standing helplessly by forced back by that intense heat. I knew it was a funeral bier.
Georgia came over to the cottage, his face a rigid blank. He handed me the bucle off Clarence's belt, said in a barely audible voice, "That's all that was left." We both cried, and George sai, he never should have let Brownie take that particular passenger up. He was sure the kind [[underlined]] froze on [[/underlined]]. Then "I have to tell Gerald and Mildred, right away." Later Mildred told me, she never knew anyone could tell such tragic news as gently and compassionately as George told them about Brownie. I could believe it for George always knew how to do hard jobs. I had to wean little Buck which was better for me. Dad Weaver responded in person to our telegram and went with George, Gerald and Mildred and me, to the funeral in Akron. Breeding tells. Clarence's parents like Gerald and Mildred did everything despite their sorrow to make George and me feel better. Then the boys went to the funeral of the "youngster." They came home literally nauseated, from the attacks on their sensibilities, remarks made in the church about the "makers and flyers of airplanes were murderers." Such a ghastly experience, made me glad I had sent for Dad Weaver. George needed him.
Winter was approaching so we took our savings and rented a furnished house in Lorain, Ohio. The elder Mr. Ford did not want to go to Florida with his family so we made sure he was happy with the two Junkin and Brukner in one bedrm and us Weavers in the other, keeping him from being lonesome. There was a cahise on the landing on the wide stairway, where I loved to sit and catch up on my reading;