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Updated: June 17, 2025
When Janice had come up to bed the previous evening she had brought with her the "treasure-box" which daddy usually kept in the wall safe in the living room. It contained certain heirlooms and trinkets that had been her mother's, and were now Janice's most sacred possessions. She had had to beg daddy for the treasure-box, for he, too, prized its contents beyond words.
The two weeks of this chaos were succeeded by a third of unwonted calm, and then one morning as she opened the front door on her way to make her daily purchases, Janice's ears were greeted with the sound of military music.
It was joyful news for both Hopewell and Janice. That evening the storekeeper got out his violin and played his old tunes over and over especially "Silver Threads Among the Gold." "But it sounds more like a hymn of praise tonight," Nelson Haley whispered in Janice's ear, as they sat on the front porch of the little shop and listened to the violin. A week later the little spinster came home.
She felt the full weight of the tragedy that had overwhelmed a girl of Meredith Thornton's type. She had no inclination, nor was there time now, to consider Thornton's side of this terrible condition. She must act for Meredith and Meredith's child. Folding the letter, she dropped it into her pocket and sent for Sister Janice, the housekeeper. Angela gave silent thanks for Janice's temperament.
"Oh, I wish mother would let me go to work," Amy sighed, on more than one occasion, and to Janice's sympathetic ear. "I declare! I'd go out as a servant in somebody's home, if mother would let me. We need the money so." "Goodness! Don't say such things," pleaded Janice. "We need a servant right now, bad enough.
I remember him as a boy, and he was jest as much diff'rent from Jason as chalk is from cheese! Yes, sir-ree!" This implied a compliment for her father, Janice knew, so she was pleased. Walky Dexter meant well. Little Miss Scattergood was Janice's greatest comfort during this time of trial. She did not discuss the girl's trouble, but she showed her sympathy in other ways. Old Mrs.
There was plenty to chatter about without even touching on the coming party. Janice had plans about that. When the two came in sight of the Day house those plans and almost everything else went out of Janice's head.
We have no saloons; we seldom have an arrest " "Oh, I never thought of those things," admitted Janice. "There isn't really anything for young people to do in the Poketown Church, I know. But outside " "And what can be done outside?" asked the minister, and perhaps he winced a little at the confidence in Janice's voice when she spoke of the church system which kept the young people at a distance.
"I am afraid," said Janice's father quietly, "that the sort of person you speak of is beyond my means; perhaps such a marvel is not in the market at all," and he smiled again. "Thank you for your interest, Miss Peckham." He rose again to see her to the door.
And this personal trouble was from afar. Amid the kaleidoscopic changes in Mexican affairs, Janice's father had been laboring for three years and more to hold together the mining properties conceded to him and his fellow-stockholders by the administration of Porfirio Diaz. In the battle-ridden State of Chihuahua Mr.
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