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But I'll tell you what I'll do for you I'll meal you, ef that will help your case any. I'll meal you for two dollars a week, and throw in a good word with Johnnie." Buckheath received the conclusion of this speech with a grin. "I reckon your good word 'd have a lot to do with Johnnie Consadine," he said ironically, as he picked up his hat from the floor. "Uh-huh," nodded Pap.
"Well, for God's sake," retorted Pap Himes testily, "why don't you wed the gal and be done with it? You wed Johnnie Consadine and get that writin', and I'll never tell on you 'bout the old man and such; and you and me'll share the mine." Shade gave him a black look. "You're a good talker," he said sententiously. "If I could do things as easy as you can tell 'em, I'd be president."
"What call had Johnnie Consadine got to come here and act the servant for them rich folks? runnin' around after Gray Stoddard and much good may it do her!" Mandy crowded herself back into the shadow of the dripping evergreens, and Shade went boldly up on the side porch.
"Sick?" inquired Reardon laconically, as he made some entry on a card and dropped it in a drawer beside him. "No, I ain't sick but Deanie Consadine is, and I'm goin' over in town to find her sister. That child ain't fitten to be in no mill let alone workin' night turn. You men ort to be ashamed that baby ort to be in her bed this very minute." Her voice had faltered a bit at the conclusion.
Before the two reached him, he turned abruptly and went into the library, where Miss Sessions stood for a moment quite alone. Her face brightened; he had sought her society very much less of late. She looked hopefully for a renewal of that earlier companionship which seemed by contrast almost intimate. "Have you hired Johnnie Consadine as a waitress?" Stoddard asked her in a non-committal voice.
Before she kissed her mother, took up her bundle and trudged away in the chill, gray dawn, she declared an intention to come home and pay back every one to whom they were under obligations. Now her face dimpled as she remembered the shriek of dismay Laurella sent after her. "Good land, Johnnie Consadine!
Pap and me has a er, a little business on hand and she ain't at home. They told me that they was some sort of shindig at Mr. Hardwick's to-night. I reckon Johnnie Consadine is chasin' round after her tony friends. Pap said she left the house a-goin' in that direction or Mavity told me, I disremember which. I reckon you'll find her thar. What do you want of her?" "It's Deanie."
From the little high-hung valley in the remote fastnesses of the Unakas where she was born, Johnnie Consadine was walking down to Cottonville, the factory town on the outskirts of Watauga, to find work. Sometimes the road wound a little upward for a quarter of a mile or so; but the general tendency was persistently down.
For her own self Mandy would have been thoroughly scared by this attack; in Johnnie's defence she rustled her feathers like an old hen whose one chick has been menaced. "Johnnie Consadine is the prettiest-behaved gal I ever seen," she announced shrilly. "She ain't never said nor done the least thing that she hadn't ort. Mr.
But the thing that settles the matter is that she would not accept any such charitable arrangement. Unless you're tired of our present method, I vote to continue it." Lydia Sessions had been for some moments watching Johnnie Consadine who sat on her box at the door of the little garage.
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