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This act broke the man's hold upon Drugg's violin and he crashed to the floor, striking the back of his head soundly. "All right, Mr. Drugg," panted Frank. "Get out." But it was Janice, still confronting Bodley, that actually freed the storekeeper from his enemies. Her eyes blazed with indignation into the bartender's own. His fat, white hand dropped from Hopewell's arm.
There was a momentary struggle near the flapping screen. Suddenly Hopewell Drugg, very much disheveled, half reeled through the door; but somebody pulled him back. "Aw, don't go so early, Hopewell. You're your own man, ain't ye? Don't let this white-haired kid boss you."
His eyes, Janice saw, were fixed in pride and satisfaction upon his wife's trim figure. On her part, Mrs. Drugg seemed her usual brisk, kind self. Yet there was a cheerful note lacking here. The honeymoon for such a loving couple could not yet have waned; but there was a rift in it. 'Rill wanted to talk. Janice could see that.
He may be unable to walk and then the neighbors will talk." "It's got beyond worrying about what the neighbors say," said Janice wearily. "Now, wait. I must go and excuse myself to Mrs. Drugg. She must not suspect. Maybe it isn't as bad as you think and we'll get Hopewell home all right." The storekeeper's wife had carried Lottie back to the sitting room.
But there was something queer about Hopewell's condition that both puzzled Janice and made her pity him. "He is not intoxicated not as other men are," she whispered to the engineer. "I don't know that he is," said Frank. "But he's made us trouble enough. Come on; let's get him home." Drugg was trying to shelter the precious violin under his coat.
Hopewell is rather better than the ordinary run of men, I allow." Uncle Jason chuckled. "It never struck me," he said, "that Hopewell was one o' the carousin' kind. I'd about as soon expec' Mr. Middler to cut up sech didoes as Hope Drugg." Mrs. Scattergood flushed and her eyes snapped. If she was birdlike, she could peck like a bird, and her bill was sharp.
Walky Dexter had started homeward, and Marty and Mr. Day joined the women folk in the sitting room. "Oh, Marty!" Janice exclaimed, "Mrs. Scattergood says there is danger of the poor child's losing her sight again." "And that ain't the wust of it," went on Mrs. Scattergood, bridling. "My darter is an unfortunate woman. I knowed how 'twould be when she married that no-account Drugg.
But Janice thought of it and thought of it often. If daddy were only only successful again! That is the way she put it in her mind. If he could only send her some more money! There was many a thing Janice Day needed, or wanted. But she thought that she would deny herself much for the sake of recovering the violin for Hopewell Drugg.
As Marty started the pump a boy ran into the yard and up the steps. "Hullo, Jimmy Gallagher, what you want?" demanded Marty. "I'm after Janice Day. Got a note for her," said the urchin. "Hey, Janice!" called her cousin; but the young girl was already out on the porch. "What is it, Jimmy? Has Nelson " "Here's a note from Miz' Drugg.
Nor did anybody see him outside the Beaseley cottage all day. It was a very unhappy Sunday for Janice. The whole town was abuzz with excitement. There were two usually inoffensive persons "on the dissecting table," as Walky Dexter called it Nelson and Hopewell Drugg.
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