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They jest shot a rancher who was a Britisher, an', they say there'll be war about it. I dunno. Does look as though our Government ought ter do somethin' to protect Americans as well as Britishers. But, hi tunket! Broxton hadn't ought ter gone down there no, sir-ree!" This sort of talk did not help Janice.

Moore languidly squinted along the staggering barrier. "Wa-al I reckon I will one o' these days," he said. He grinned in a friendly way at Janice as she started on. "Them Hammett gals is reg'lar fuss-bugets," he observed. "But they're nice folks. So you're Broxton Day's gal? I heard you'd arove. How do you like Poketown?" "I don't know it well enough to say yet, Mr.

She could never endure that shame before her uncle and aunt, before Mary Burge, and the servants at the Chase, and the people at Broxton, and everybody who knew her. They should never know what had happened to her. What could she do?

That would settle any quitclaim of this character. Half a dozen other heirs were bought off at the time; but she was overlooked. The rest of the five hundred Mrs. Carringford can raise it will be split between Schrimpe and his principal." "There are some mighty mean people in this world," said Broxton Day, grimly. "You've said it," agreed the lawyer. "Now, maybe I'd better see Mrs. Carringford.

"They're nourishing," and she held out some. "Girls, we must hurry," spoke Betty, "or we'll never get to Broxton before the rain. Hurry along!" They walked fast, passing through the little village of Chanceford, where they attracted considerable attention. It was not every day that four such pretty, and smartly-attired, girls were seen on the village main street the only thoroughfare, by the way.

In the end, if the widow held on, the place might really be more valuable than it now was, and would sell for considerably more than she had agreed to pay Abel Strout for it. "I tell you what you do," Broxton Day finally said, having thought the matter over. "Strout has told you he will accept a small payment on the mortgage, and will then renew the balance for another year." "Yes.

"Uncle!" cried Janice, aghast. "Dad!" exclaimed Marty. "Jase Day! For the land's sake!" concluded Aunt 'Mira. "Sit down and eat your dinner, Janice," said Uncle Jason a second time, ignoring his wife and son. "Remember, I got a duty to perform to your father as well as to you. What would Broxton Day do in this case?" "I I don't know, Uncle Jason," Janice said faintly.

If everybody else in Polktown opposed to the sale of liquor, merely complained about it and in a hopeless, helpless way it was not in her disposition to do so. She was Broxton Day's own daughter and she absolutely had to do something! She was imbued with her father's spirit of helpfulness, and she believed thoroughly in his axiom: If a thing is wrong, go at it and make it right.

Sixty years ago it is a long time, so no wonder things have changed all clergymen were not zealous; indeed, there is reason to believe that the number of zealous clergymen was small, and it is probable that if one among the small minority had owned the livings of Broxton and Hayslope in the year 1799, you would have liked him no better than you like Mr. Irwine.

There is no need to repeat it here in full; when Janice had read it twice she could not easily forget its most unimportant phrase. The man, John Makepiece, with Broxton Day, of Granadas district, had been held "incommunicado" for months by the bandit, Raphele.