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"I can set you to work in a minute. First thing of all, you fix your screen doors; let's keep the fly family out of the store and we'll kill those already in here. You commence on the screens, Mr. Drugg, while I tackle that other window." About the time school was usually out, Janice removed her apron and the other marks of her toil, and put on her hat and coat.
We are walking home from the Hammetts' sugaring." "Well! I'm glad it ain't anybody else," said Miss 'Rill frankly. "But I do run around here sometimes of an evening, when mother's busy or asleep, just to listen to that old song. Mr. Drugg plays it with so much feelin' don't you think so, Mr. Haley? And then I was always very fond of that song."
The interior of that old store was certainly a heart-breaking sight. Two side windows that might have given light and air to the place were fairly banked up with merchandise. And when had either of the show windows been properly "dressed"? However, Mr. Drugg was an attentive salesman and he really knew his stock very well.
"What is the matter now, Walky?" asked Janice, gaily, not suspecting what was coming. "Has somebody got ahead of you in circulating a particularly juicy bit of gossip?" "Huh!" snorted the expressman. "I gotter take a back seat, I have. Did ye hear 'bout Hopewell Drugg gittin' drunk, an' beatin' his wife, an' I dunno but they say by this time that it's his fault lettle Lottie's goin' blind again "
"Astonished, aren't you, Mr. Drugg? Don't you believe if both windows were like that, and the whole store cleaned up, folks would sit up and take notice?" "I I believe you," admitted the shopkeeper, still staring. "And wouldn't it pay?" "I I don't know. It might." "Isn't it worth trying?" demanded Janice, cheerily.
But she threw herself, whole-heartedly, into the temperance campaign, and strove to keep her mind from dwelling upon her father's peril. It was while Janice was staying with Mrs. Hopewell Drugg during the storekeeper's absence in Boston, that she met Sophie Narnay on the street. The child looked somewhat better as to dress, for Janice had found her some frocks weeks before, and Mrs.
"I guess you didn't," said the druggist, drily, eyeing him curiously. "Was I sick? Lost consciousness? This is odd very odd," said Hopewell. "I believe it must have been that lemonade." Mr. Cross Moore snorted. "Lemonade!" he ejaculated. "Suthin' b'sides tartaric acid to aid the lemons in that lemonade, Hopewell. You was drunk!" Drugg blinked at him.
It's too wet to stand here." The storekeeper made no objection. Indeed, as they walked along, Hopewell between Frank and Janice, who carried the umbrella, Drugg seemed to be moving in a daze. His head hung on his breast; he said no word; and his feet stumbled as though they were leaden and he had no feeling in them. "Mr. Bowman!" exclaimed Janice, at last, and under her breath, "he is ill!"
"Well, I am glad Nelson Haley has some friends," Bowman said quickly. "But I didn't stop you to say just this." "No?" "No," said the civil engineer. "When I asked you, 'How goes the battle? I was thinking of something you said the other night when we were rounding up that disgraceful old reprobate, Hopewell Drugg," and he laughed. "Oh, poor Hopewell! Isn't it a shame the way they talk about him?"
"He's her husband." "And I'm her friend." Bowman looked admiringly at the flushed face of the girl. "You are fine, Janice," he said. "But you're too fine to go into that place down there and get Drugg out of it. If you think it is your duty to go for the man, I'll go with you. And I'll go in after him." "Oh, Mr. Bowman! If you would!" "Oh, I will. I only wish we had your car.
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