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For a moment he hesitated, and laid his hand upon the iron gate; then, stifling the temptation, he turned back into the white sand of the road. Before he met Betty's eyes, he meant that his peace should be made with the old man at Chericoke. Big Abel, tramping at his side, opened his mouth from time to time to let out a rapturous exclamation.
He knew already that the Chericoke Valley Central in which he had invested had jumped thirty points and was still advancing, but he read the printed statements with the exhaustless interest with which a lover might return to a love letter he had already learned by heart. His faith in the Chericoke Valley Central stock was strong, and he meant to keep a close grip on it for some time to come.
I've left Chericoke for good, and as I've got to stay here until I find a place to go, there's no use making a secret of it." The pipe dropped from Jack's mouth, and he stared back in astonishment. "Bless my soul and body!" he exclaimed. "Is the old gentleman crazy or is you?" "You forget yourself," sharply retorted Dan.
"I I was just thinking," stammered Betty, twisting her hair into a rope; "yes, I'm coming now," and she crossed the room and climbed into the bed beside her sister. "I believe I fell asleep by the fire," she said, as she turned over. On the last day of the year the young men from Chericoke, as they rode down the turnpike, came upon Betty bringing holly berries from the wood.
He threw the skull into the pasture, and followed Big Abel, who was hurrying along the road. "We're moughty near dar," cried the negro, breaking into a run. "Des wait twel we pass de aspens, Marse Dan, des wait twel we pass de aspens, den we'll be right dar, suh." Then, as Dan reached him, the aspens were passed, and where Chericoke had stood they found a heap of ashes.
Now, as she worked rapidly, the tears welled slowly to her lashes, but she brushed them angrily away, and rolled up a sky-blue sash. She had worn the sash at Chericoke on Christmas Eve, and as she looked at it, she felt, with the keenness of pain, a thrill of her old girlish happiness.
Through the long winter many visits were exchanged between Uplands and Chericoke, and once, on a mild February morning, Mrs. Lightfoot drove over in her old coach, with her knitting and her handmaid Mitty, to spend the day.
"Why did you come by here?" she questioned. "Are you looking for the devil, too?" The boy laughed again. "I am looking for my grandfather. He lives somewhere on this road, at a place named Chericoke. It has a lot of elms in the yard; I'll know it by that." Betty caught his arm and drew him nearer. "Why, that's where Champe lives!" she cried. "I don't like Champe much, do you?"
Dan looked after the horse and rider until they passed slowly out of sight; then, coming back to the porch, he sat down among the farmers, and listened, abstractedly, to the drawling voice of Jack Hicks. When Champe reached Chericoke, he saw Betty looking for him from Aunt Emmeline's window seat; and as he dismounted, she ran out and joined him upon the steps.
The standards dipped for a moment before a sharp fire, and then, as the colour bearers shook out the bright folds, soared like great red birds' wings above the smoke. It seemed to Dan that he stood for hours motionless there against the pines. For a time the fight passed away from him, and he remembered a mountain storm which had caught him as a boy in the woods at Chericoke.
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