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"They've always worked hard and I guess they show the marks." "Oh, your hands are beautiful, Miss Doane. I can't ever believe you have worked with them." "Can't you? I never had my hands idle in my lap in all my life till I come here. But well, they ought to have something happen to 'em the way Jane works with 'em.
Ye aims ter hev everybody else fergive thar enemies an' lay down like lambs tergither atter ye gits teetotally done with yore own shootin' an avengin'." But Hump Doane seized the hickory staff that leaned against old Jim's chair and pounded with it on the table. "Silence!" he roared; "suffer ther feller ter git through!" "I don't aim ter bushwack ner layway nobody," went on Thornton, obdurately.
Now, on the subject of marriage, let me offset the speech of Bishop Doane by a word from this "wretched infidel:" "Though I appear a sorry wanderer, the marriage state has not a sincerer friend than I. It is the harbor of human life, and is, with respect to the things of this world, what the next world is to this. It is home, and that one word conveys more than any other word can express.
When I got into my subject, he would lean forward the angle at which he sat indicating the degree of attention I had aroused and when I was strongly holding my congregation Brother Doane would bend toward me, following every word I uttered with corresponding motions of his lips.
John Doane, who was still hesitating, hesitated no longer. He seized his bag. "Good-by, all," he said, in a choked voice. "Good-by, Captain Dott." He strode through the doorway. Gertrude, for a moment, remained where she was. Then she followed him. "John!" she cried, "John!" John, half way down the steps, halted, turned, and looked up at her. "Good-by, Gertie," he said.
But before his icy sepulchre was hewn, I heard the voices of two travellers and fled." Such was the dreadful confession of Leonard Doane.
"I think," he said, "that this is just the occasion to open that jar of ginger Captain Doane sent me awhile ago." So he went to his own special cupboard, unlocked the door and brought forth the wicker bound ginger jar which had been there several weeks, and it is safe to say Edna was given her share. "A famous dinner," said Uncle Justus as he rose from the table.
Doane, who, in spite of himself, colored also, and was tremendously annoyed because he did so. "Yes," said the captain hastily. "Yes, we talked. We talked, didn't we, John?" "We did," affirmed John. "I'm sure you did. And what about?" "Oh oh, about everything. You're a member now, I suppose, Gertie?" "Yes," was the brief reply, "I am a member." "Um-hm!
"In the late summer they come all together to get a fall outfit. They are here now. They want a hundred bags of flour. They come to me. I say I have got no flour. They go to the fort. "Gaviller say; 'Ambrose Doane bought all the grain. You want to trade with him; all right. Make him sell you flour now. "They are here a week now sixty teepees. I feed them what I can. It is not much.
The old Squire encouraged us to have a nest egg at the bank, and by the end of the year there were seven bank books at the farm, all carefully put away under lock and key, in fact there were nine, counting the two that belonged to our hired men, Asa and Jim Doane.
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