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But Joe Bodley, the young barkeeper, imported from the city, was just the sort of fellow Cross Moore could use. And about this time Joe Bodley was in a position where his fingers "itched for the feel of money." Not other people's money, but his own. He had scraped together all he had saved, and drawn ahead on his wages, to make up the hundred dollars paid Hopewell Drugg for the violin, and
Janice thought of a certain famous picture of the "Madonna and Child" as she tiptoed softly from the room, looking back as she went 'Rill yearned over the little one as only a childless and loving woman does. Perhaps 'Rill had married Hopewell Drugg as much for the sake of being able to mother little Lottie as for any other reason.
And when you've torn those shelves away from the side windows and let the light and air in here, and done your painting as you promised, I'll come and arrange your wares on the shelves. "Then you get out a little good advertising, and remind folks that Hopewell Drugg is still in Poketown and doing business. Oh! there are a dozen things I want you to do!
"But look at the date, man!" shouted Massey. "Don't you see the date on it?" Amazed, Drugg repeated the date aloud, reading it carefully from the coin. "Why, yes, that's the date, sir," said the storekeeper. "Don't ye know that's one of the rarest issues of ten dollar coins in existence? Somethin' happened to the die: they only issued a few," Massey stammered. "Where'd you git it, Hopewell?"
She wants me to come over and spend the night with her. May I, Auntie?" "Of course, child go if you like," Aunt 'Mira said briskly. "You've been before." Twice Mr. Drugg had been away buying goods and Janice had spent the night with 'Rill and little Lottie. "Though what protection I could be to them if a burglar broke in, I'm sure I don't know," Janice had said, laughingly, on a former occasion.
They left her at the corner of High Street, and the flurried little woman hurried home. "I do believe there is a romance there," whispered the teacher, when Miss 'Rill was out of earshot. "So there is. Didn't you know that years and years ago she and Mr. Drugg were engaged?" cried Janice. "Why, yes, they were.
I had no idea that that Bodley young man would play me such a trick. I shall have to refuse to play for any more of the dances," he said, in his hesitating, stammering way. "You may be sure I shall not tell her," Janice said firmly. They went into the dark store together as though they had just met on the porch. "I'm awfully glad you've both come," said 'Rill Drugg.
"But it is a story a wicked, wicked story!" Janice was silent. She remembered what she and Marty and Mrs. Scattergood had seen on the evening in question how Hopewell Drugg had looked as he staggered past the street lamp on the corner on his way home with the fiddle under his arm. She looked away from 'Rill and waited.
"And I am sorry anybody saw Mr. Drugg that evening on his way home." "Oh, I know you saw him, Janice and Marty Day and my mother. Mother can be as mean as mean can be! She has never liked Hopewell, as you know." "Yes, I know," admitted Janice. "She keeps throwing such things up to me. And her tongue is never still. It is true Hopewell's father was a drinking man."
Drugg and 'Rill Scattergood "that was," to use a provincialism. The girl really felt as though she had helped more than a little to bring the storekeeper and the old-maid school-teacher together after so many years of misunderstanding. It goes without saying that Mrs. Scattergood had given no aid in making the match.
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