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Updated: June 24, 2025
But Elder Concannon let go of a dollar no more easily now than when he had been dependent upon a four-hundred-dollar salary and a donation party twice a year. It was not altogether parsimony that made the old gentleman "hem and haw" over Janice Day's proposal. Naturally, an innovation of any kind would have made him shy, but especially one calculated to yield any pleasure to the boys of Poketown.
"Well! he could afford to lose a little money if anybody could." "Tut, tut!" exclaimed the elder, who had a vast respect for money. "Don't say that, child. Nobody can afford to lose money." Janice turned her car about soberly. She saw that the ramification of this liquor selling business was far-reaching, indeed. Elder Concannon spoke only too truly.
"And, besides, I do not believe the wets can carry the day." "I'm afraid the idea of making the town dry isn't popular enough," pursued the elder. "Why not?" "We are Vermonters," said Elder Concannon, as though that were conclusive. "We're sons of the Green Mountain Boys, and liberty is greater to us than to any other people in the world."
"Oh, Elder Concannon! don't be too hard on him, will you?" she begged. He grinned at her. "I won't break him all up in business. We want to use him down town in these meetings we're going to hold for temperance. He's got a way of talking that convinces folks, Janice I vow! Remember how he talked for the new schoolhouse? I haven't forgotten that, for he beat me that time.
But how to get any, of all, of these was the problem. Janice went to several people able to help in the project, before she said anything more to Marty. Some of these people encouraged her; some shook their heads pessimistically over the idea. She wished Elder Concannon to agree to pay the rent of the room for the first three months.
With the permanent closing of the Lake View Inn bar, several of the habitués of the barroom began to straighten up. Jim Narnay had really been fighting his besetting sin since the baby's death. He had found work in town and was taking his wages home to his wife. Trimmins was working steadily for Elder Concannon.
Elder Concannon had already begun to treat Janice in a much more friendly way than he had at one time. She believed that secretly he was interested in the library and reading-room. Sometimes he spent an hour or so there of an evening especially if one of the boys would play checkers with him. "He's an old nuisance," growled Marty to his cousin, on one occasion.
Trimmins," the young girl said, with her eyes on the road ahead and her foot on the gas pedal. "I hope you will make a good thing out of it." "Not likely. The elder's too close for that," responded the man, with a twinkle in his eye. "Yes. I suppose that Elder Concannon considers a small profit sufficient.
The good old Elder and his mates had so long governed school matters just as they pleased that many of the people could not realize that a new day had dawned in school affairs, at least. Elder Concannon was doomed to see more of his influence wane during this summer. Heretofore he had managed to keep out of the church anything like a young people's society, in spite of Mr.
He was a drab man, who still hesitated before uttering any very pronounced view upon any subject; but he thought deeply, and even that super-critic, Elder Concannon, had begun to praise the pastor of the Union Church.
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