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Updated: June 3, 2025
To strangers I was presented with consideration; and the account given of "my American brother-in-law, poor Janie's man, James K. Dodd, the well-known millionaire of Muskegon," was calculated to enlarge the heart of a proud son. An aged assistant of my grandfather's, a pleasant, humble creature with a taste for whisky, was at first deputed to be my guide about the city.
The errand of the prefects, however, was evidently one of conciliation, and not of reproof. They were smiling, and looking amiability itself. "We thought, as you've got a piano in your room," began Lilias Ashby, "that we might as well come and join you, if you don't mind. Janie's got a book of songs with her." "Oh, by all means, of course!" replied VA. politely and unanimously.
She experienced a longing for the sympathy and support of Mr Jenkinson Neeld. Surely he would stand firm too? He was still at Fairholme. Was he included in Janie's "own people"? Had he been told the news? The delicate task! The Imp's temper was far too bad for delicacy; she found a positive pleasure in outraging it. "Read that!" she said and strode off to the window to have a look at Blent.
The collie laid his head lovingly against her shoulder, as if agreeing, and Tam, seeing the caress, looked as if he thought Janie's taste in her choice of pets deteriorating. "Ah, Tam, Tam," she cried with a laugh, "are ye sae selfish ye want a' my love? I love ye baith, an' I wad ye loved each ither." "Hark, Sandy! Did some one knock?" asked Mrs. McLeod, as she looked toward the door.
A chorus of thanks responded to this promise; then Janie's demure voice was heard asking, "Is it to be a true story, aunt, about some of the foreign countries you have resided in? If so, I will bring the atlas." Here Millie broke in eagerly, "Oh dear, I hope it is to be a romantic story, full of murders, and caverns, and nice dark-eyed bandits isn't it, Aunt Cattie?"
I doot not he knows a deal mair aboot music than we do." "He says that he will make me sing just wonderful," said Janie. "An' na doot he will," said Sandy, laying his hand lovingly upon Janie's head. It seemed as if the gale increased in force as it blew the dust and twigs against the window, and hurried on with a shrill whistle around the corner.
He had an unreasonable conviction that, if he had known at once of Janie's disappearance, he would have succeeded in tracking her. But for this opinion he really had no ground at all. So days and weeks and months went on, and brought with them the conviction that the girl was lost for ever.
On her way home soon after, Ruth began to ponder. Once clear of Janie's observant eye, the girl turned back through the shrubbery, and ran to the spot where she had last seen Andy. All was as silent as a breathless summer day could make it. There was no side-path; no broken bushes. "He was here," breathed the girl, "and he disappeared like a flash!"
Oh! my boy! my boy!" Never while he lived would Andy forget that tone of bitter agony. "He's dead! My boy for whom I have watched and waited. Dead! ere he could offer his brave young life on his country's altar. Oh! woe is me, woe is me!" For a moment there was silence, then Janie's voice rang out so that Andy could hear every word.
Thank the Lord we're spared two of 'em! But there! he's comin'. And when he gets here then what?" Olive put her arm about her big husband. "I hope yes, I'm sure you did right, Zelotes, and that all's goin' to turn out to be for the best." "Are you? Well, I ain't sure, not by a thousand fathom." "He's Janie's boy." "Yes. And he's that play-actor's boy, too.
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