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Updated: June 19, 2025


The Daltons had never moved before, and it took many days to bring even a semblance of order out of the chaos into which the six small rooms were thrown by the unpacking of the boxes and barrels. The delay worried Sarah more than did the work itself. "Oh, dear, Ethel," she moaned each afternoon, "we're so slow in getting settled, and I just know some one will call before we 're even half fixed!"

By the middle of September such household goods as the Daltons had planned to take with them were packed, burlapped, crated, and labeled. It had been Mrs. Dalton's idea to sell the rest of the furniture and the farm at auction, but just here she encountered an unexpected but stubborn resistance from her husband.

The chapel referred to was a sombre edifice over the graves of the Daltons. Beneath it were the vaults where reposed the remains of Edith's ancestors. The chapel was used for the celebration of burial rites. It was in this place that the marriage was to take place. Edith, in her gloom, thought the place an appropriate one.

It is sufficient to say, that she found the Daltons who, by the way, had a pretty long visit from the pedlar as her brother had said, beginning to recover, and so far this was consolatory; but there was not within the walls of the house, earthly comfort, or food or nourishment of any kind.

"I hope you will back me, captain," said the pedlar. "Upon what grounds, comrade? Ha, ha, ha! Go on! Let us hear you!" "Why, your honor, bekaise he's best entitled to it. Think of what it was when he got it, an' think of what it is now, and then ax yourselves 'Who raised it in value an' made it worth twiste what it was worth? Wasn't it the Daltons?

"That's ditto repated," responded Jemmy; "you're improvrn' but tell me now do you know any one that he harrished?" "Who did you ever know that he harrished, i' you please?" "Look at the Daltons," replied the other; "what do you call his conduct to them?"

"You don't look forward to seeing the Daltons to-morrow," she remarked. "That's so," Festing admitted. "I didn't quite know what I'd undertaken when I gave my promise. The thing looks worse in England. In fact, it looks very nearly impossible just now." "But you are going?" Festing spread out his hands. "Certainly. What can I do?

Faith, many a spare hour you've sarved there, I go bail, that is, when, you had nothing else to do an' by the way of raycreation jist." "Ay," said the pedlar, "listen how he sticks to the ould villain but sure, if you put any other two blisthers together, they'll do the same." "My own opinion is," observed Hanlon's aunt, "that it's a pity of the Daltons, at any raite.

"Then, may we do it, Milly?" "Darling, yes. How nice you always fix things, Mr. Tony!" Long before he had known them he had fixed things things which would have turned this poor room into an Aladdin's palace. There was that Christmas Eve at the Daltons'. It had been his idea to light the great hall with a thousand candles when they brought in the Yule log, and to throw perfumed fagots on the fire.

At this moment, indeed, the family of the Daltons wore in anything but a position to bear the heavy and terrible blow which was about to fail upon them. Our readers cannot forget the pitiable state in which we left them, during that distressing crisis of misery, when the strange woman arrived with the oat-meal, which the kind-hearted Mave Sullivan had so generously sent them.

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