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it situation in Toronto rm advertised thejob l had been paid $15 a 58 weekly, and had dred applications for tiring a married man hildren for the job. I . how on earth he ) live on that, and he '1 worry, enough will back door to make up Desperate situations perate people, and I help thinking that with death was a most memorable one. It was a bleak February day, with ruts in the roads frozen solid, as we loaded the casket onto our spring wagon and headed the cortege of friends to the church on the hill That was probany the roughest ride poor Willie ever had, for l was hard pressed to keep the casket from bouncing out of the swaying wagon! It reminded me poignantly of my first jolting ride up that same almost courted dishonesty by offering such road beside Willie, on our way to the farm. So much had wages. happened in those few years, and I recognized how, in many )urney back to the Island was somewhat ways, Willie had helped my growth from boy to manhood. -ve as this was my first experience with impending We laid him quietly to rest in the cemetery vault, and I drove phoning from the station I was told that a home to the sober responsibility I was taking on as 'man of would drive over the ice to get me, as Willie was the house' and farmer. ed to live through the night. I-Iustled up to his 1'" vas shocked by the gaunt shadow of the man I had i recognized me and whispered "My wee man, you ' and shortly after, "Sing for me." Holding his L nd the strength to sing that haunting Welsh tune of ' :r of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fiy'. Moments was a long sigh as Willie breathed his last. When I neighbours had paid their last respects and left, I were left alone to do the necessary preparations. 3 days there were no facilities available on the undertaking services. Mr. Miller in Stella, kept one {ets on hand for ready use, and the family looked ring and dressing the body. So, by the flickering single coal-oil lamp, we set to the task. After a sh, Becky asked if I thought I could shave him. 1 mm my panic, I said I'd try. With cold thin lather 'r iatience, I managed to remove several days growth ide without a nick, then gently turned him over to )pposite side, there was a long drawn out AGH H )or Willie. Becky nearly tipped over the lamp, and upped the razor and ran; I was so startled, before t was just air trapped in the body, and not a s n! By the time the shaving was finished, rigor); set in, and I still had the challenge ofdressing him i day suit. I cut the sleeves out of the shirt and " an. Tying a tie on myselfwas easy enough, but did y doing it in reverse on someone else? The pants tively simple, but the jacket proved quite ', .Nothing would bend! I finally solved the problem 1 up the back right through the collar, and sliding i on separately, then pinning it back together! the casket next day, the finished appearance l :e presentable. Nevertheless, my first experience i