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Updated: May 11, 2025
"This is 'the morning after the night before, and, as usual, the desertions equal the wounded and imprisoned. Asher and the men had to go across the river early to look after the fences and washouts on the lower quarter. And Rosie Gimpke decided to go home this morning as soon as breakfast was done. So it is left for us to get the house over the party.
"I wonder why she tried to hide that old salt can." "How do you know it was a salt can?" Jacobs asked. "Because it is exactly like a salt can I saw at Pryor Gaines' old cabin, and because some salt fell out as she tipped it over," Asher replied. "You have an eye for details," Jacobs returned. "That was Gretchen Gimpke, Hans Wyker's girl.
The boy carried a message also to Darley Champers to meet Jacobs at the top of the hill above Little Wolf where the trail with the scary little twist wound down by the opening to the creek, beyond which the Gimpke home was hidden. Then Hans Wyker, with threats of withholding the circus ticket and the ice cream, was told both messages just as they had been given to him for Rosie and Champers.
Jim pretended it was the rollcall they demanded. "Gentlemen," John Jacobs began seriously. But at that moment Leigh Shirley, followed by Rosie Gimpke, came from the side door with a tray of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. "Gentlemen, a toast to the man who stuck to the soil and couldn't be blasted to financial ruin by a boom, the wheat king of these prairies. Our host, Asher Aydelot."
I heard Thaine calling out, 'Breakers ahead! as he watched her bring it back into the road in front of him with a sort of side kick of her foot." "What made Gimpke leave?" Jo asked, to cover her disappointment. "She cut her hand badly last night. She insisted at first that she would help me today and go home later to stay till it gets well. Then she suddenly changed her mind.
"Jo Bennington is helping Thaine, and our new hired girl, Rosie Gimpke, from over on Little Wolf. She came this morning just after you left," Virginia replied. "She acts and looks like she'd never had a kind word spoken to her." "Rosie Gimpke must be Hans Wyker's granddaughter. There's a nest of them over on Little Wolf.
"I came over to Little Wolf with Rosie Gimpke and some other colts. Then I walked over here to catch a ride to Careyville, if I could," Thaine said carelessly. "You can ride with me if you want to. I'll be going soon after dinner," Leigh suggested. "Oh, I'll want to all right. It may be well to start early.
This Gimpke girl doesn't know how to do a thing," Jo exclaimed. If her voice was a trifle high-pitched it was not out of keeping with her brilliant coloring and dashing manners. Even the thoughtless rebuke of the Gimpke girl seemed excusable from her lips, and Rosie Gimpke looked at her with unblinking eyes. "You can put on my apron and finish, but don't change a thing, now mind.
And it was Rosie Gimpke, whom John Jacobs called the Wykerton W. C. T. U., who swiftly put the word to him that her grandfather was again defying the law and menacing the public welfare.
A sister had married a drinking man who regularly beat her in his regular sprees. For a heavy-footed, heavy-brained, fat German girl, Rosie Gimpke could get into action with surprising alacrity for the safety of one who had shown her a kindness.
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