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But you kin take it from me Marm Parraday is quite in her us'al form. Doc. Poole's a wonderful doctor ain't he? "But," pursued Walky, "I had a notion that old fiddle of Hopewell's would be safer outside than it was in Marm Parraday's way, an' I tuk it down 'fore I fled the scene of de-vas-ta-tion! Haw! haw! haw! "I run inter Joe Bodley on the outside.
So the following afternoon she came home by the Lower Road, meaning to call on the schoolmaster. She stopped her car before Hopewell Drugg's store and ran in there first. 'Rill was behind the counter; but from the back room the wail of the violin announced Hopewell's presence.
Janice did not remain long. Miss 'Rill would sit by the child for the remainder of the afternoon; and even her mother was anxious to help and promised to come over and stay all night at Hopewell's. "I ain't got nothin' ag'in the poor child, that's sure," Mrs. Scattergood told Janice. "It's only Hopewell that's so triflin' he an' his fiddle. Jest like his father before him!"
And when I am worrying about little Lottie Drugg or even about Hopewell's lost violin I am not thinking about those awful gold coins and who could have taken them " "Here! here, young woman!" exclaimed the schoolmaster, stopping short, and shaking his head at her. "That's certainly not your personal trouble." "Oh, but, Nelson," she said shyly.
Like the word 'vase. If it's a cheap one, plain 'vase' is well enough to indicate it; but if it costs over twenty-five dollars they usually call it a 'vahze. I have always believed Hopewell's instrument deserved the dignity of 'violin." "Wal," declared Walky. "I guess ye kin have all the dignity, and the vi'lin, too, if you offer Joe what he paid for it.
She looked up Cremona and read about its wonderful violins made in the sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth centuries by the Amati family and by Antonio Stradivari and Josef Guarnerius. It did not seem possible that Hopewell's instrument could be one of these beautifully wrought violins of the masters; yet "Who knows?" sighed Janice.
Janice was tempted to tell the venomous old woman that she thought Hopewell's only encumbrance was his mother-in-law. "And him fiddlin' and drinkin' and otherwise wastin' his substance," croaked Mrs. Scattergood. At this Janice did utter an objection: "Now, that is not so, Mrs. Scattergood. You know very well that that story about Hopewell being a drinking man is not true." "My! is that so?
For a moment Hopewell's wife looked so spiteful, and her eyes snapped so, that Janice wanted to laugh. Of course, she did not do so. But to see the mild and sweet-tempered 'Rill display such venom was amusing. The store door opened with a bang. The girl and the woman both started up, Lottie remaining asleep. "Hush! Never mind!" whispered Janice to 'Rill. "I'll wait on the customer."
I seen one a-hangin' in a shop winder at Bennington once 't looked every whit as good as Hopewell's, and as old, an' 'twas marked plain on a card, 'two dollars an' a ha'f." "I guess there are fiddles and fiddles," said 'Rill, a little tartly for her. "No," laughed Nelson. "There are fiddles and violins.
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.
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