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Himes; but he overtook him under a tree by the side of the creek. "Thomas," said he, "I have changed my mind about that business between us. You have been very hard on me, and I'm not goin' to stand it.
"They've every one, down to Deanie, had mo' than the six weeks schoolin' that the laws calls for," snarled Himes. "You wasn't thinking of putting Deanie in the mill not Deanie was you?" asked Johnnie breathlessly. "Why not?" inquired Himes. "She'll get no good runnin' the streets here in Cottonville, and she can earn a little somethin' in the mill.
She might be a disappointing character, but he knew well that she was full of love; he remembered her eyes when, nearly a year ago, up in the mist and sweetness of April on the Unakas, she had told him of the baby sister and the other little ones. She must be suffering now. Almost without reflection he turned his horse's head and rode toward the forlorn Himes boarding-house.
And having thus paid his ultimate compliment to Johnnie, Himes relapsed into intermittent slumber as Shade moved away down the squalid, dusty street under the fierce July sun. Johnnie greeted the new boarder with a reserve which was in marked contrast to the reception he got from the other girls.
Well, I finally went with him to his place the old Gid Himes house an' him an' me an' Sam an' Groner had considerable talk. They told me how they'd all been down an' saw Mr. Hardwick, and how quare he spoke to 'em. 'Them mill fellers never offered me a dollar, not a dollar, says Rudd. An' I says to him, 'Good Lord, Dawson! Never offered you money? For God's sake!
"Clothes!" he repeated. "Mr. Himes was about your size," said his sister, "and he left a good many clothes, which are most of them very good and carefully packed away, so that I am sure there is not a moth-hole in any one of them.
It was in Laurella's evident influence that Johnnie put her trust when, one evening, they all sat in Sunday leisure in the front room most of the girls being gone to church or out strolling with "company" Pap Himes broached the question of the children going to work in the mill. "They're too young, Pap," Johnnie said to him mildly. "They ought to be in school this winter."
Himes clutched the pipe in his teeth till it clicked, and stared in helpless resentment at his mealer. "What's the matter with you?" he demanded. "Speak lower, so the gals won't hear you, or you'll wish you had," counselled Shade. "I sent that there thing on to Washington to get a patent on it, and now I find that they was a model of the same there in the name of Gideon Himes.
One broke away and fled down the long room screaming. "You Pony Consadine! Milo! Come here. Pap Himes is a-killing yo' sister." The old man, shaking all through his bulk, stared with fallen jaw. Mandy shrieked and leaped up the few remaining steps to reach Deanie, who was already above the finger-tips of a tall man. "Pap! Shade! Quick! Don't you see she'll be killed!" Mandy screamed in frenzy.
While Himes and Buckheath yet stood thus talking, the warning whistles of the various mills began to blow. Groups of girls came down the steps and stared at the two men conferring with heads close together. Mavity Bence put her face out at the front door and called. "Pap, yo' breakfast is gettin' stone cold." "Do you have to go to the mill right now?" inquired the older man, timorously.
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