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Gummy looked all around, paling and flushing by turn. Then he grinned widely and looked at Janice. "Jicksy!" he murmured, "the old name is worth something, after all, isn't it?" It was such a happy surprise for Mrs. Carringford and for Gummy as well that they were well prepared for the piece of bad news which Mr. Payne had first told to Mr. Broxton Day.
But I am not sure of that; at least I know that the people in Broxton and Hayslope would have been very sorry to part with their clergyman, and that most faces brightened at his approach; and until it can be proved that hatred is a better thing for the soul than love, I must believe that Mr. Irwine's influence in his parish was a more wholesome one than that of the zealous Mr.
Something of this attitude toward his dead wife Janice, young as she was, understood. She knew, for instance, that there was no other woman in the world as a mate for Broxton Day now that her mother was gone. All the more must she try, therefore, to fill her mother's place in his life.
And some day soon, now, Broxton will be comin' home." "Wal, don't ye worry. If Broxton is makin' money like he says he is so's he kin give that gal a thousand dollars to throw to the birdies like she's done why should we worry? I ain't sayin' but what she's been a lot of help to us." "In more ways than one," whispered his wife. "Right, by jinks!" admitted the farmer.
Marty was openly desirous of emulating "Uncle Brocky" and getting out of Polktown no matter where or how. Aunt 'Mira was inclined to wonder how the ladies of Mexico dressed and deported themselves. Uncle Jason observed: "I've allus maintained that Broxton Day is a stubborn and foolish feller. Why! see the strain he's been under these years since he went down to that forsaken country.
It was a strangely mingled picture the fresh youth of the summer morning, with its Edenlike peace and loveliness, the stalwart strength of the two brothers in their rusty working clothes, and the long coffin on their shoulders. They paused for the last time before a small farmhouse outside the village of Broxton.
"He'll be sure to see some way out for you, Mrs. Carringford," the girl assured her friend's mother, with much confidence. "Daddy is always doing things for folks. He doesn't just advise; he is sure to do something." "Yes, I should not be surprised if Mr. Broxton Day was a do-something man," said Mrs. Carringford, smiling. "He must be when he has such a do-something daughter."
I seen a pattern in the fashion sheet of the Fireside Love Letter that was re'l sweet." "What's eatin' on you, Maw?" demanded her son gruffly. "Whatcher wanter talk that way for right in front of Janice? I reckon we won't none of us put on crêpe for Uncle Brocky yet awhile," he added, stoutly. On Monday arrived another letter from Mr. Broxton Day.
"We are in charge and we can't desert now." That Betty's suggestion was the most sensible one which could have been made they were all willing to admit when they had thought of it for a little while. "Of course it is possible for us to go out in this storm, and tramp on to Broxton," said Betty. "But would it be wise?"
But not for a moment did the girl consider hiding the unfortunate affair from Broxton Day. She went to the telephone and called the bank When she asked for Mr. Day. She could almost see him taking the receiver from the hook when the bell on his telephone rang. "Yes?" Daddy's voice sounded clearly and courteously over the wire. "This is Day."
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