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We are going to hold a temperance meeting Mr. Middler and I have talked it over. And I have obtained Elder Concannon's promise to be one of those on the platform. Polktown must be waked up " "What! Again? Haw! haw! haw!" burst out Walky. "Jefers-pelters, Janice Day! You've abeout give Polktown insomnia already! I sh'd say our eyes was purty well opened "
It was not a particularly old or a very rare coin, however. There might be others of the same date and issue in circulation. So, after all, the fact that Narnay had it proved nothing unless she could discover how he came by it who had given it to him. In the afternoon Janice drove home by the Upper Road and ran her car into Elder Concannon's yard.
Why, Hopewell, there ain't so much money not in Polktown, at least 'nless it's hid away in a broken teapot on the top shelf of a cupboard in Elder Concannon's house. They say he's got the first dollar he ever earned, and most all that he's gathered since that time." Janice heard all this as she stood in the back room with 'Rill.
"That does sound like a teaser, don't it?" responded her cousin, with a grin. "Just the same, Mr. Haley made 'em all sit up and take notice. He didn't only speak for the schoolhouse, and new methods of teaching, and a graded school; but he took up Elder Concannon's arguments and shot 'em full of holes. "You ought to have seen the old gentleman's face when Mr.
"Hullo! here's the buddy we're waitin' for. How long d'ye s'pose he'll last, loggin?" Janice saw the ex-drug clerk, Jack Besmith, mounting the hill with a pack on his back. Rough as the two lumbermen were, Besmith looked the more dissolute character, despite his youth. The trio went away together, bound evidently for one of Elder Concannon's pieces of woodland, over the mountain.
Without Elder Concannon's streak of acquisitiveness in his character that made the good old man almost miserly, Mr. Cross Moore possessed the money-getting ability, and a faith in the creed that "Wealth is Power" that nothing had yet shaken in his long experience.
"I will certainly come down and see the poor little thing," promised Janice. "And your mamma and Johnnie and Eddie. Is your father at home now?" "Nop. He's up in Concannon's woods yet. They've took a new contrac' him and Mr. Trimmins. An' mebbe it'll last all Summer. Dear me! I hope so. Then pop won't be home to drink up all the money mom earns."
Old Elder Concannon's been up once and sat an' listened to the classes. He seems satisfied." Janice did not lose sight of Hopewell Drugg and little Lottie. The store was now doing a fairly good business; but the man admitted that the profits rolled up but slowly, and it would be a long time before he could take his little daughter to Boston. These fall days Janice was frequently with Miss 'Rill.
"I shell be glad enough when the settled weather comes to stay. I kin git some o' these young'uns out from under foot all day long, then. "Trimmins has got a gang wo'kin' for him over th' mountain a piece " "Here comes dad now," said the sharp-eyed Virginia. "And the elder's with him." "Why ya-as," drawled her mother, "so 'tis. It's one of Concannon's timber lots Trimmins is a-wo'kin' at."
Bowman was with his railroad construction gang not far off the Lower Middletown Road. But Janice had been going to and from school by the Upper Road, past Elder Concannon's place, because it was dryer. This morning, however, Frank heard her car coming, and he appeared, plunging through the jungle, shouting to her to stop.
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