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"And you'll tell Jim?" begged Ellen, after a silence full of thrills. "I should hate to have him suppose " "He doesn't, Ellen," Jim's sister assured her, out of a secret fund of knowledge to which she would never have confessed. "Jim always understood you far better than I did. And he likes you, too, better than any girl in Brookville." "Except Lydia," amended Ellen.
"I was in a library once, over to Grenoble. Even school children were coming in constant to get books. But I never thought we could have one in Brookville. Where could we have it, my dear?" "Yes; that's the trouble," chimed in Lois. "There isn't any place fit for anything like that in our town." Lydia glanced appealingly from one to the other of the two faces.
I understood, perfectly well, that sooner or later the mortgage would have to be entered up." "And the farm becomes yours for half its real value." "Exactly." "Are you not striking to soon?" suggested the lawyer. "No." "Some friend may loan him the amount." Dyer shook his head. "It's a tight time in Brookville." "I know."
Lawlor & Son at Brookville, Jewett & Co. at Drury's Cove, Isaac Stevens and A. L. Bonnell at South Bay, Frank Armstrong and J. & F. Armstrong at the Narrows, Hayford & Stetson at Glencoe above Indiantown, Charles Miller at Robertson's Point, Randolph & Baker at Randolph, W. D. Morrow and Purdy & Green on the Adelaide Road.
Every announcement met with uproarous commendation, and boy after boy arose from his seat and more or less awkwardly bowed his recognition. The principal had almost completed the senior list. "Ripley scholarships to George Simms Lennox, New York city; John Fiske, Brookville, Mississippi; Carleton Sharp Eaton, Milton, Massachusetts; William George Woodruff, Portland, Maine.
Sixteen persons were drowned at Brookville, when they were caught by the east and west forks of White Water River which meet in that town. Survivors told of attempts of men, women and children to escape by the light of lanterns. Cross currents rushing along streets and alleys carried them down to a united stream a mile wide just south of the town.
"I should think a person from right here in Brookville would be more company. How can a hired girl from Boston view the passin' and tell her who's goin' by? I think it's a ridiculous idea, myself." "I shouldn't wonder if it's somebody she knows," surmised Mrs. Daggett. "'Twould be real pleasant for her to have a hired girl that's mebbe worked for her folks."
Its signing will mean the wiping out of an old bitterness and the dawning of a new and better day for Brookville!" The Reverend Wesley Elliot had mixed his metaphors sadly; but no one minded that, least of all the minister himself, as he signed his name in bold black characters to the wondrous screed, over which Judge Fulsom had literally as well as metaphorically burned the midnight oil.
Two hundred and fifty children rescued from the flood had only night clothes. Wagon trains carried food and clothing from Connersville to the stricken people. On Friday, March 28th, the list of known dead in Brookville was sixteen. Heavy loss of property and a food and fuel famine imminent were the precise situation.
She could see now that she had made a cruel mistake in bringing him to Brookville. But there was no answer in response to her repeated tapping at his door; and suddenly the remembrance of that stooping shadow came back to him. "Let me go in," he said, pushing her gently aside.
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