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Blind deaf approaching dumbness! The thought made Janice suddenly seize the child in her arms and hug her, tight. "Do you love me?" questioned Lottie Drugg, returning the embrace. "I wish I could hear you. But I can't hear father any more nor his fiddle; only when he makes it quiver. Then I know it's crying. Did you know a fiddle could cry? You come home with me.
The young girl had been the school teacher's only confidant previous to her marriage to Hopewell Drugg, and she still looked upon Janice as her dearest friend. They left Lottie playing in the back room of the store and listening to her father's fiddle, while 'Rill closed the door between that room and the dwelling. "Oh, my dear!" Janice hastened to ask, first of all, "is it true?"
Meanwhile Hopewell was saying to Janice: "Miss Janice, how do you come here? I know Amarilla expected you. Isn't it late?" "Mr. Drugg," said the girl steadily, "we brought you here to be treated by Mr. Massey Mr. Bowman and I. I do not suppose you remember our getting you out of the Lake View Inn?" "Getting me out of the Inn?" he gasped flushing. "Yes. You did not know what you were doing.
Nothing's happened to little Lottie?" "Not a thing," replied the girl, cheerfully. "Nor nor to Mr. Drugg? I don't hear him playing," said Miss 'Rill. "And I hope you won't hear him playing so much for a while," laughed Janice. "The fiddle and the bow have been laid away on the shelf for a while, I hope." "But I really do think Mr.
It was one that she could proudly show to anybody she chose, without betraying that intimacy that the ordinary love letter is supposed to contain. News had come regularly to Hopewell Drugg from the teachers at the school where little Lottie had taken up her abode.
"It certainly is," agreed Frank Bowman. "But whether Hopewell Drugg is finally injured in character by Lem Parraday's bar or not, enough other people are being injured. You said you'd do anything to see it closed." "I would," cried Janice. "At least, anything I could do." "By jove! so would I!" exclaimed Frank Bowman, vigorously. "It was pay night for my men last Saturday night.
Drugg said, opening the bolt of goods so that the customer could get at it better. Janice watched, much amused. The woman pulled at the piece one way, and then another, wetting it meantime and rubbing it with her fingers to ascertain if the colors were fast. She was apparently unable to satisfy herself regarding it.
Much had already been said about the missing coin collection and Nelson Haley's connection with it; so the second topic of conversation rather overshadowed the schoolmaster's trouble. It was being repeated all about town that Hopewell Drugg had been taken home from the dance at the Lake View Inn "roaring drunk." Monday morning saw Nelson put to the test.
And he used to travel about over the country, giving lessons and playing in orchestras. That used to make Mrs. Drugg awfully angry. She wanted him to be a storekeeper. She made Hopewell be one. How she ever came to marry such a man as Hopewell's father, I do not see." "She must have loved him," said Janice wistfully. "Of course!" cried the bride, quite as innocently.
"Then it is war between us?" he asked, yet not lightly. "Yes, sir," sobbed Janice. "I always have liked you, Mr. Cross Moore. But now I can't bear even to look at you! I don't approve of you at all not one little bit!" Mr. Massey had been attending to the overcome Hopewell Drugg. He mixed him something and forced it down his throat. Then he whispered to Frank Bowman: "It was brandy.
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