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Updated: June 23, 2025
In after years that frenzied walk through the storm and blackness seemed as an unbroken nightmare to Emily Fair's recollection. Often she fell. Once as she did so a jagged, dead limb of fir struck her forehead and cut in it a gash that marked her for life. As she struggled to her feet and found her way again the blood trickled down over her face.
I'll carry the basket half the way and you carry it the other half." "Well " he grumbled, consenting. "That's the only right way," she said sunnily. "You carry it till we get to the fish man's, and I'll carry it all the way back." But even Herbert could perceive the inequality here. "It'll be empty then," he protested. "Fair's fair and wrong's wrong," she returned firmly.
When he opened the door and entered there was no cessation in the music, but suddenly the girl's voice seemed to gain new impulse and hurl itself in his face like a war-trumpet. Burr Gordon kept on to Minister Jonathan Fair's great house in the village, next the tavern. There was a light in the north parlor, and he knew Dorothy was expecting him.
But a few steps farther on he touched Fair's arm. "Let's go slower." His smile was ashen. "I h I don't know why in the devil I have these sickish feelings come on me at f-funerals." They stopped. "Humph! Wha'd' you reckon can be the cause of it indigestion?" Mr. Fair thought it very likely, and March said it was passing off already. "Humph! it's ridiculous. Come on, I'm all right now."
A fair's like a work of nature, Maria; sun and rain and dew, and the scrapings from the henyard, all mixed with garden ground to fetch out cabbages, potatoes or roses. God gives the increase." Mrs. Dodge stared at her friend in amazement. "That sounds real beautiful, Abby," she said. "You must have thought it all out." "That's just what I done," confirmed Mrs. Daggett happily.
The fair still retains some of the picturesque characteristics of bygone days. The town crier, dressed in old-world uniform, and carrying a pole decorated with gay flowers and surmounted by a large gilt model of a gloved hand, publicly announces the opening of the fair as follows: "Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! The fair's begun, the glove is up. No man can be arrested till the glove is taken down."
The consequence was the mare took off too soon, and the pair landed in the next field somewhat in a heap. Jim was over and off his horse in a minute, and at once came to the discomfited fair's assistance.
Barbara had not noticed till now how handsome she was. Neither had John. "Yes, ma'am. But I shan't waste a day here if things don't show up right. I shall push right on to New York." Barbara hoped Mr. Fair's pleasantness of face meant an approbation as complete as his wife's, and, to hide her own, meditatively observed that this journey would be known in history as March's Raid.
We're going to Weyn, and we've walked such a long way." "With all the pleasure in life," said carrier Brown, good-naturedly. "You want to get to fair, I suppose? Ah well, a fair's no good without money to spend. So take this and jump up. Boxer will be all right when he's had a bite from his nose-bag."
March had lain down on the bare mattress and, with his cheek on a pillow, was smiling in mild amusement at Fair's account of a brief talk he had had with Leggett while the train waited at Pulaski City.
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