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"Take the lines, Aydelot, and let me visit with Thaine," Horace Carey said, giving Asher the reins. He was fond of children and children were more than fond of him. Thaine idolized him and snuggled up in his lap now with complete contentment of soul. "Tell me all about it now, Thaine. Where have you been so long?
Horace Carey's representative that Miss Jane Aydelot of Cloverdale was no longer living and much more as unnecessary to the business of the moment as a black-bordered envelope is unnecessary to the business of life. Then he opened a drawer in his small office safe and took out a bundle of letters. "Here's a copy of her will. That's to go to Miss Shirley to read.
For even at six years of age Leigh had the same quality that marked her uncle. People must love her if they cared for her at all; and they couldn't help caring for her. She fitted into the life of the prairie, too, as naturally as Thaine Aydelot did, who was born to it. The baby gold was soon lost from her hair for the brown-gold like the shimmering sunlight on the brown prairie.
Asher Aydelot turned toward the speaker in surprise. "Jacobs helped you out as well as the rest of us in the drouth and grasshopper time of seventy-four," he said. "What's your grievance against him now?" "Yes, and hung onto me like a leech of a Jew ever since," the man muttered. "Because you never paid either interest or principal.
Farming was not to his liking and his house had been an inn, doing a thriving business with travelers going out along that great National highway in ante-railway days. But when the village took root and grew into a little town, the village tavern absorbed the revenue from the traveling public, and Francis Aydelot had, perforce, to put his own hands to the plow and earn a living from the land.
A stab of pain thrust him deeply as he remembered his own father and understood for the first time what Francis Aydelot must have felt for him. And then he remembered his mother's sacrifice and breadth of view. "Oh, Thaine, will you want to leave us some day?" he said softly, gazing down into the baby's big dark eyes.
"I'll take Juno and go tomorrow morning. If Darley Champers refuses me, he would do the same to you." "Oh, Mrs. Aydelot, will you go? Can you try it? Do you think you could do it?" The questions came from the eager settlers. "We'll try it, Juno and I," Virginia replied.
Nor did ever Trojan nor Roman military hero have truer homage from the common private than the boy from the Grass River Valley paid to these young men commanding his company. The hardships of soldier life began for Thaine Aydelot and his regiment with the day of enlistment. The privations at Camp Leedy were many.
The peach trees on the Aydelot and Shirley claims bloomed for the first time; more sod had been turned for wheat and corn; gardens and truck patches were planted; cattle were grazing beyond the sand dunes across the river, while the young cottonwood and catalpa groves, less than three feet high it is true, began to make great splotches of darker green on the prairie, promising cool forest shade in coming years.
There seemed to be none of Champers' bluster nor Wyker's malice in the third part of the company, or else he was better schooled in self-control. "You have it exactly," Champers declared. "The first thing is to take in fellows like Jim Shirley and Cyrus Bennington and Todd Stewart, and Aydelot, if we can." "Yes, if we can, but we can't," Thomas Smith insisted.
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