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Keith's smile broadened as he was handed this nugget of wisdom. Then he said: "You remind me, Captain, that I did meet someone, after all. In Boston, not in New York, and I met him only yesterday. It was someone you know, too, and Mary here used to know him quite well, I think young Crawford Smith, Sam's Harvard friend. He visited us here in South Harniss one summer."
With the noise of the train which was carrying Helen out of his life still ringing in his ears it seemed wicked even to mention another girl's name, to say nothing of commenting upon her good looks. For the rest of that day he was a gloomy spirit, a dark shadow in the office of Z. Snow and Co. Before the end of another fortnight the season at South Harniss was definitely over.
Why! . . . Oh, how d'ye do, Mr. Williams, sir? Want to see me, do you?" The magnate of East Harniss stepped forward. "Er Phinney," he said, "I want a moment of your time. Morning, Berry." "Mornin', Williams," observed Captain Sol brusquely. "All right, Sim. I'll wait for you farther on." He continued his walk. The building mover stood still. Mr. Williams frowned with lofty indignation.
At fourteen she graduated from the grammar school and in the fall was to enter the high school. She was popular among her mates, although she never sought popularity. At picnics and church sociables she had always a small circle about her and the South Harniss boys were prominent in that circle.
Dad seems to have a prejudice against the East. He won't come here himself and he doesn't like to have me stay any longer than is absolutely necessary. When I wrote him I was at South Harniss he telegraphed me to come home in a hurry.
Mary turned a very white face toward his. "They are my uncles," she said. "My home is at South Harniss. Please excuse me, Mr. Green." She rose and walked away. A few minutes later, when Mr. Howe approached the sofa, he found his friend sitting thereon, staring at nothing in particular and fervently repeating under his breath, "The devil! The devil! The devil!" Mary got away as soon as she could.
"What's the matter, Is?" inquired the grinning blacksmith. Most people grinned when they spoke to Issy. "Gittin' too hot outside there, was it? Why don't you tomahawk 'em and have 'em for supper?" "Humph!" grunted the offended quahauger. "Don't git gay now, Jake Larkin. You hurry up with that rake." "Oh, all right, Is. Don't sculp ME; I ain't done nothin'. What's the news over to East Harniss?"
Before the end of the week it was arranged that after Crawford's final season of college and hospital work he was to come to South Harniss, work with Doctor Harley as assistant for another year, and then buy out the practice and, as Captain Shad said, "put up his own shingle." "I don't mean to stay here always," Crawford said, "but it will do me good to be here for a time.
I never permit myself or my guests to be late at church." During the walk Crawford asked a number of questions. How long had his companion been in the city? How long did she intend staying? Did she plan returning to the school for another year? Where would she spend the Christmas vacation? Mary said she was going home, to South Harniss, for the holidays.
Behind these is another path, a blind one, and you must take care to pick the right clump, because there is another one with a path behind it and that path joins the road to Harniss. If you should take the Harniss road you would go miles out of your way. Take the blind path I speak of and " She interrupted me. "Stop! stop!" she exclaimed; "please don't. I am absolutely bewildered already.
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