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Aileen paused in the act of sliding her greasy hands rapidly over and over in each other, an occupation which afforded her unmixed delight, to look up at him in amazement. "How did yer know anything 'bout her?" "Oh, I heard." "Did Romanzo Caukins tell yer?" she demanded, as usual on the defensive. "No, oh no; it was only hearsay. Do tell me about her. We don't have any round here."

She heard carriages coming up the road to The Gore. Mrs. Caukins, in a quivering state of excitement, called to her from the back porch: "Come out here, Aileen; 'Lias hasn't got back yet the sheep are making the most awful noise; something's the matter over there, you may depend and I can see lights, can you?" "Yes," she answered unsteadily. "I saw them a few minutes ago.

You don't know the depth of her feeling for you but she has shown it by worshipping your mother." Champney Googe's eyes filled to overflowing, but he squeezed the springing drops between his eyelids, and asked with lively interest: "Why isn't Mrs. Caukins reconciled?" "Well, because I suppose it's no secret now, at least Mrs.

"I see farther than the front ranks of your 'competing industrial thousands of America, Milton Caukins; I see clear over 'em to the very brink, and I see a struggling wrestling mass of human beings slipping, sliding to the bottomless pit of national destitution, helped downwards by just such darned boomers of what you call 'industrial efficiency' as you are, Milton Caukins."

He had gained an indefinite knowledge of it through old Joel Quimber and Elmer Wiggins and Mrs. Milton Caukins, a distant relative of his father's. To be sure, Louis Champney might have left him his hunting-piece, which as a boy he had coveted, just for the sake of his name He stopped short in his speculations for he heard voices in the lane.

"Champney came home unexpectedly last evening, and the syndicate has offered him a position, a big one, in New York treasurer of the Flamsted Quarries Company; and our Romanzo's got a chance too " "You don't say! What is it?" Mrs. Caukins started up stairs whence came sounds of an obstreperous bootjack. "Paymaster, here in town; I'll explain in more propitious circumstances.

She had been known, on occasion, to acquaint even the collie with her state of mind, and had assured the head of the family afterwards that there was more sense of understanding of a woman's trials in one wag of a dog's tail than in most men's head-pieces. "Mr. Caukins!" she called up the stairway.

As a foil, against which Luigi's silent devotion showed to the best advantage, Romanzo Caukins' dogged persistence in telling her on an average of once in two months that he loved her and was waiting for a satisfactory answer, served its end. For six years, while Romanzo remained at Champ-au-Haut, the girl teased, cajoled, tormented, amused, and worried the Colonel's eldest.

Caukins says she's got seventeen mealers among the quarrymen now, an' there'll be more next spring. What do you s'pose her son would say to that?" She pressed her own boy a little more closely to her breast; the young mother's heart was stirred within her. "Mrs. Caukins says Mrs. Champney could help her an' save her lots, but she won't; she's no mind to." "I don't believe Mrs.

"You needn't tell me there's a bear between here and Moosehead I know better. Did you tell Luigi all this?" she questioned sharply. The two nodded affirmatively. "And he told you not to tell me?" Another nod. "Did he say anything more?" "He said he'd go up and see." "Hm m " Mrs. Caukins turned a rather white face to Aileen; the two, looking into each other's eyes, read there a common fear.