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Updated: June 9, 2025
"I couldn't imagine your being that, Miss Janice," he said, in his slow way, looking down at her with a smile that somehow sweetened his gray, lean face mightily. "But why not put out some effort to attract trade here?" "To this little, dark, old shop?" asked Drugg, in wonder. "Impossible!" "Don't use that word!" the girl commanded, with vigor. "How do you know it is impossible?"
As Janice and the ex-schoolmistress sat sewing in the big Drugg kitchen, Hopewell would often linger in the shed room with his violin, when there were no customers, and play the few pieces he had, in all these years, managed to "pick out" upon his father's old instrument. "Silver Threads Among the Gold" was the favorite especially with Lottie.
Wimmen's never had their rights in this world yet, but they're goin' to get 'em now." Here Aunt 'Mira broke in to change the topic of conversation to one less perilous: "I never did hear tell that Hopewell Drugg drank a drop. It's a pity if he's took it up so late in life and him jest married." "Wal! I jest tell ye what I know.
She thought highly of the young civil engineer, and she considered herself a close enough friend to ask, bluntly: "What ever is the matter with you, Frank Bowman? You're acting ridiculously." He came nearer to her and whispered: "Where's Mrs. Drugg?" Janice motioned behind her, and her face paled. What had happened?
She was crooning to herself a weird little song, and rocking back and forth upon the box. Mr. Drugg seemed to be out. Janice walked the length of the store very quietly, and the child did not apprehend her approach. But when she stepped upon one of the boards of the back-room floor, little Lottie felt the vibration and looked up, directly at Janice, with her pretty, sightless eyes.
He gits drunk, beats 'Rill Scattergood, that was, and otherwise behaves himself like a hardened old villain." "Oh, Walky! I would not believe such things about Mr. Drugg not if he told them to me himself!" exclaimed Janice. "An' I reckon nobody would ha' dreamed sech things about him if Marm Scattergood hadn't got home from Skunk's Holler.
Drugg! you mustn't think of entertaining me," cried the girl, cheerfully. "You have your own work to do and customers to serve " "Not many in this rain," he told her, smiling faintly. "Why, no I suppose not. But don't you have orders to put up? I supposed a storekeeper was a very busy man." "I am not that kind of a storekeeper, I am afraid," returned Hopewell Drugg, shaking his head.
As Uncle Jason says, what's money when his precious life is in danger?" In almost the same breath, however, she wished that daddy could send her more money. For Lottie Drugg had gone to Boston. Her father had given over the violin to Joe Bodley, and that young speculator paid the storekeeper the remainder of the hundred dollars agreed upon.
"S'pose you'd been jest a drudge for Hopewell, all these years, Amarilla Scattergood?" "I might not have been a drudge," said Miss 'Rill, softly, flushing over her needlework. "At least my life and his would have been different." "Ye don't know how lucky you be," snapped her mother. "And this is all the thanks I git for tellin' Hopewell Drugg that he'd brought his pigs to the wrong market."
Joe Bodley frankly admitted having paid over the gold piece to Hopewell Drugg, as a deposit on the fiddle. But he professed not to know how the coin had come into the till at the tavern. Joe had full charge of the cash-drawer when Mr. Parraday was not present, and he had helped himself to such money as he thought he would need when he went up town to negotiate for the purchase of the fiddle.
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