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But there is none . In our town we know the news before the paper comes out , and we only read it to verify what we have heard . So that long before the paper came out in the middle of the afternoon we had been horrified by the news of Eddie Houghton 's desertion and suicide . We stopped one another on Main Street to talk about it , and recall how boyish and handsome he had looked in his white duck coat , and on that last day just as the 10:15 pulled out . `` It do n't seem hardly possible , does it ? '' we demanded of each other . But when Eddie 's mother brought out the letters that had come after our postal cards had ceased , we understood .