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"I will come down to-morrow," Janice promised, for she was busy just then and could not accompany Sophie to Pine Cove. This was Saturday afternoon and Janice was on her way to the steamboat dock to see if certain freight had arrived by the Constance Colfax for Hopewell Drugg's store. She was doing all she could to help 'Rill conduct the business while the storekeeper was away.
They doctored Hopewell's drink somehow, and he was acting like a fool and playing ridiculously." They could talk plainly before the storekeeper, for he really did not know what was going on. His face was blank and his eyes staring, but he had buttoned the violin beneath the breast of his coat. "Come on, old fellow," Frank said, putting a heavy hand on Drugg's shoulder. "Let's be going.
Drugg's cottage alone; but oftener she had Lottie around to the rooms she occupied with her mother on High Street. "I declare for't, 'Rill," sputtered old Mrs Scattergood, one day when Janice happened to be present, "you'll have the hull town talkin' abeout you. You're in an' aout of Hopewell Drugg's jest as though you belonged there."
And in the middle of the biggest window of Drugg's store was a beautiful wax doll, which she and Miss 'Rill had themselves dressed. On Christmas morning that doll was to be found by Lottie Drugg, fast asleep with its head on the blind child's own pillow! Janice had to run around just to take a last peek at the window and the doll, while Marty went to the post office for the evening mail.
What has happened to poor little Lottie?" Janice cried. "Why," said 'Rill Drugg's mother, lowering her voice a little and moderating her asperity. "The poor little thing's goin' blind again, I do believe!" Sorrowful as Janice Day was because of the report upon little Lottie Drugg's affliction, she was equally troubled regarding the storekeeper himself. Janice had a deep interest in both Mr.
The gossip regarding Hopewell Drugg's supposed fall from sobriety was both untrue and unkind. That the open bar at Lem Parraday's was a real and imminent peril to Polktown, however, was a fact now undisputed by the better citizens. Janice had sounded Elder Concannon on that very Monday when she had brought him home from the Trimmins place.
Peter here will stay all evening and lock up if Mr. Haley don't come. Won't you, Pete?" "Sure," was the reply. "Then I'll go along with you," declared Marty, who wasn't half as ashamed to escort a girl on the street nowadays as he had been a few months before. Now, Janice had intended running over to Hopewell Drugg's store and looking at the paper Marty had tried to destroy.
Folks will say you're flingin' yourself at Hopewell Drugg's head. An' after all these years, too. "Mother!" exclaimed her daughter, in a low voice, but earnestly. "Don't you think you did harm enough long, long ago, without beginning on that tack now?" "There! that's the thanks one gets when one keeps a gal from makin' a perfect fule of herself," cried the old lady, bridling.
Through the thick trees the moonlight searched out the side porch of Hopewell Drugg's store. The plaintive notes of the storekeeper's violin breathed tenderly out upon the evening air: "Darling, I am growing old Silver threads among the gold," sighed Janice, happily. "And that is Miss 'Rill beside him there on the porch don't you see her?" "I see," said Nelson. "Mrs.
Janice read the pitiful little scrawl through the first time on the store porch. Then, tear-blinded, she started down the hill toward the old wharf at the inlet where she had first seen Hopewell Drugg's unfortunate child. She was halfway down the hill before she heard a quick step behind her and knew, without turning, that it was Nelson Haley.
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