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For about two weeks, explorations were made along both banks of the James, below and above Jamestown, from its mouth to a point as far upstream perhaps as the mouth of the Appomattox River near present Hopewell. Parties went ashore to investigate promising areas, and communication was established with the native tribes.
Janice feared that the poor little bride would discover the expression of her doubt in her eyes. 'Rill seemed to understand what was in Janice's mind and heart. She kept on with strained vehemence: "I know what they all say! And my mother is as bad as any of them. They say Hopewell was intoxicated. He was sick, and the bartender mixed him something to settle his stomach.
P'raps now, that mought be the case with the Tories." "The difference," said Mr. Hopewell, is jist this: your friend, Mr. Expected Thorne, had a name he had ought to have been ashamed of, and the Tories one that the whole nation had very great reason to be proud of. There is some little difference, you must admit. "As for Johnny Russell," said Mr. Slick, "he is a clever little chap that; he "
Scattergood," cried the girl. "I declare, Miz Scattergood," said Aunt 'Mira, with interest, "you here at this time o' night? I am glad to see ye." "Guess ye air some surprised," said the snappy, birdlike old woman whom Janice ushered into the sitting room. "I only got back from Skunk's Holler, where I been visitin', this very day. And what d'ye s'pose I found when I went into Hopewell Drugg's?"
Oh, she sais, the sudden joy of that sudden stop swelled her heart so big, she thought it would have bust like a byler; and, as it was, the great endurin' long breath she drew, arter such an alfired escape, almost killed her at the ebb, it hurt her so." "But," said Mr. Hopewell, "how did the ten commandments save her? Do you mean that figuratively, or literally.
Janice and Frank led Hopewell Drugg to the side door of the shop, he making no objection to the change in route. It was doubtful if he even knew where they were taking him. He seemed in a state of partial syncope. Frank had to knock the second time before there was any answer. They heard voices Massey's and another.
And all she could make out was that the p-p-postmark on the l-l-letter was Piedmont, N.Y., which on looking up we f-f-found was away up here in the h-h-heart of the old Adirondacks." "Well," said Max, still working industriously away, "Mrs. Hopewell is getting very much concerned about Roland.
In his excitement his gray hair was ruffled up more like a cockatoo's topknot than usual, and his eyes seemed fairly to spark. "Hopewell Drugg!" he exclaimed, spying the storekeeper. "Was my wife just in here?" "Hul-lo!" ejaculated Walky Dexter. "Hopewell hasn't been sellin' her Paris green for buckwheat flour, has he? That would kinder be in your line, wouldn't it, Massey?"
"You cannot be in earnest. Surely people do not say such dreadful things about Mr. Drugg?" "Fact. They got poor old Hopewell on the dissectin' table, and the way them wimmen cut him up is a caution to cats!" "What women, Walky?" "His blessed mother-in-law, for one. And most of the Ladies Aid is a-follerin' of her example. They air sayin' he's nex' door to a ditch drunkard."
Janice read the pitiful little scrawl through the first time on the store porch. Then, tear-blinded, she started down the hill toward the old wharf at the inlet where she had first seen Hopewell Drugg's unfortunate child. She was halfway down the hill before she heard a quick step behind her and knew, without turning, that it was Nelson Haley.
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