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Kate fainted, and two days later the doctor announced that she had an attack of brain fever. Two months dragged slowly by. Then my sister was declared to be out of danger. Next the house was sold over our heads, and we were turned out upon the world, branded as the children of a thief, to get a living as best we could. Both of us would willingly have left Darbyville, but where should we go?
But don't you think you had better wait until all is settled? You might raise false hopes." "No fear; Aaron Woodward is guilty beyond a doubt. But I will wait if you think best." It was not long before the train rolled into Newville. On alighting Mr. Harrison insisted on hiring a cab, and in this we bowled swiftly on our way to Darbyville.
But come; let's go to mess and then hoist anchor and away." A few minutes later we were at breakfast. Then I put on my good clothes and brought around the horse and carriage, for the Widow Canby insisted upon driving us down to Newville by way of Darbyville just to show folks, as she said, that she had not lost confidence in me. Kate was in a flutter of excitement.
I was glad that Dick Blair could testify concerning my whereabouts and the scene in the dining room directly after the robbery. The merchant knew nothing of Blair's presence on the occasion at least I imagined so from his conversation and might, by saying too much, "put his foot in it." But now my mind was filled with only one thought. The three men intended to take me to the Darbyville jail.
I had never been a hundred miles away from Darbyville, and the prospect of leaving filled me with excitement. I was up long before it was necessary, but found Kate ahead of me. "You're going to have a good, hot breakfast before you go," she said. "Sit right down. It's all ready." Presently, as I was eating, my uncle and Mrs. Canby joined me.
All this time I attended the Darbyville school, and was laying the foundation for a commercial education, intending at some later day to follow in the footsteps of my father. Two years passed, and then my father's manner changed. From being bright and cheerful toward us he became moody and silent.
One of her dolls is dressed in red, and this would have attracted the bull's immediate attention. I thank you deeply." He grasped my hand warmly. "May I ask your name?" "Roger Strong, sir." "My name is Harrison James Harrison. You live here in Chicago, I suppose?" "No, sir, I come from Darbyville, New Jersey." "Darbyville?" He thought a moment. "I never heard of such a town."
"Wall, sir, now we'll have an accounting," he began in an authoritative voice. "So we will, Woody," returned John Stumpy, in no wise abashed by the other's manner. The merchant winced at the use of a nickname, but after an instant's hesitation passed it over. "What do you mean by coming to Darbyville, sir, when I have repeatedly written you to stay away?"
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