United States or Colombia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"My wife witnessed the whole occurrence, and she says it was pure bravery." Five minutes later a cab was called, and we all got in. I was not sorry to ride, for my long tramp from one place to another on the stone pavement had made me footsore. I did not mind walking, but the Darbyville roads were softer than those of Chicago. It did not take long to reach the Palace of Pleasure.
Going to claim a dead uncle's property or something like that, I suppose. Ha! ha! well, I wish you luck." Mr. Allen Price rattled on in this fashion for some time, and at length I grew interested in the man in spite of myself. I was positive I had seen him before, but where I could not tell. I asked him if he had ever been to Darbyville. "Never heard of the place," he replied.
As we passed out of the city and up on the country road I wondered how matters had progressed during my absence. Had the merchant returned home? At Darbyville a crowd of men gazed at us with curious eyes. Among them was Parsons the constable and others who knew me. "Hello, you back again?" shouted Parsons. "Yes, indeed," I replied. "I suppose you didn't expect me so soon?"
At her death my father was employed as head clerk by the firm of Holland & Mack, wholesale provision merchants of Newville, a thriving city which was but a few miles from Darbyville, a pretty village located on the Pass River. We occupied a handsome house in the centre of the village.
Yet I reflected that the tramp or whatever the man was had evinced a determination to secure an interview with Mr. Woodward before quitting Darbyville. There was important business to be transacted between them. Mr. John Stumpy intended to have his say, whatever that might mean. What was to be done? It would never do for me to be seen. Nothing short of arrest would follow.
Nearly all of them are ready to fall off." I was alarmed by Mrs. Decker's request. Suppose the trio should come out? I would surely be discovered. But my fears were groundless, as the next words of Mr. Woodward proved. "I can't go out now, madam, not now. I haven't time. I have a little business to transact with this man, and then I must return to Darbyville." "I'm sorry " began the woman.
I realized that if I ever expected to gain our family rights I must fight for them and fight unflinchingly to the bitter end. It was nearly ten o'clock when I reached the Widow Canby's house. I met my Uncle Enos on the porch. He had grown impatient, and was about to start for Darbyville in search of me. In the dining room I told my story.
About five o'clock in the afternoon we rolled into Darbyville. While crossing the Pass River the sun had burst through the clouds, and now all was as bright and fresh as ever. Judge Penfold's office was situated in the centre of the principal business block.
I was too much confused to make any intelligent reply. Rising to a sitting position, I gazed around. The tool house had burned to the ground, there being no means at hand to extinguish the fire. The glare of the conflagration had called out several dozens of people from Darbyville and the vicinity, several of whom had stumbled upon me as I lay in the clearing.
Decker spoke he led the horse from the stall and backed him up between the shafts of the carriage that stood near the rear of the barn. While he was hitching up I set myself to thinking. While I was perfectly willing that Mr. Woodward should return to Darbyville, I did not wish to allow John Stumpy out of my sight. Once away, and I might not be able to lay hands on him.
Word Of The Day