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She turned hastily. There before her was her King, the man she had met on that memorable night more than two years before. He doffed his cap smiling, recognizing her immediately, and Jinnie flushed to the roots of her hair, while the shortwood strap slipped slowly from her shoulders. "Ah, you have something to sell?" he interrogated. Jinnie's tongue clove to the roof of her mouth.
Jinnie changed her position that she might see to better advantage the plain little dress she was wearing. "But I've got to go, Lafe; oh, I've got to!" she insisted. "Mr. King wants me.... Please, Lafe, please!" "Call Peggy, Bobbie," said Lafe, in answer to Jinnie's impetuous speech. Bobbie felt his way to the door, and Peggy came in answer to the child's call.
Jinnie's face grew waxen white, but she held her own for a few minutes. Maudlin was big in proportion to her slenderness, and in another instant her shortwood lay on the ground, and she was standing panting before him. "Now, then, just to show what kind of a feller I be," said he, "I'm goin' to kiss you." Jinnie felt cold chills running up and down her back.
But when she looked at her husband she was shocked, for he was leaning against the wall, breathing deeply. "I knew the thought of letting her go would affect you, Mr. Grandoken," soothed Theodore. "That's why I came alone. Jinnie's so tender-hearted I feared the sight of your first grief might cause her to refuse." "Does she know you was goin' to ask us this?" demanded Peg suspiciously. Mr.
"Put your arm around me, girl," which invitation Jinnie quickly accepted. Then they two, so unlike, went slowly down the walk toward the tracks to Lafe Grandoken's home. Jinnie's heart vied with a trip-hammer as they turned into Paradise Road. She did not fear the cobbler, but the thought of Peggy's harsh voice, her ruthless catechizing, worried her not a little.
"She positively refused to go with me." "I know it, but she thought me an' Lafe wouldn't let 'er." Theodore moved uneasily about the office. "And would you?" he asked presently. "Sure," responded Peggy, nodding vigorously. "Sure! Jinnie's been workin' awful hard for years, an' Lafe'd like you to take 'er. But you musn't tell 'er I come here." Saying this, Peggy rose to her feet.
He was as much one of them as Lafe's baby or herself. Neither did she speak of the boy's pitiful condition. In spite of Jinnie's absolute refusal, Molly went on: "But you don't understand. You've got your own life to think of!" Jinnie burst in with what she thought was a clinching triumph. "I take lessons on my fiddle every day. Some time I hope " Molly's eyes gleamed again.
"And her fiddle, I suppose?" cut in Molly sarcastically. "Of course. Jinnie's not Jinnie without her fiddle." "She does play well," admitted Jordan. "More than well," interpolated Theodore. "She plays divinely." Then again they fell into an oppressive silence. Molly was so curious to know the events of the day she could scarcely control her impatience. Suddenly Mr.
"Of course they got an electric chair that'll kill other kinds of men," she explained volubly, "but if you'll believe me, Bobbie, no cobbler could ever sit in it." Bobbie dropped back again. There was a ring of truth in Jinnie's words, and he began to believe her. "And another thing, Bobbie, there's something in the Bible better'n what I've told you. You believe the Bible, don't you?"
"So when Peg said she was goin' out," proceeded Lafe, gravely, "I says, thinkin' of the things I wanted to say to you, I said to Peggy, 'Take the little blind chap along with you, Peggy dear, an' without a word she put the youngster into his clothes an' away they went." Jinnie's curiosity was growing by the minute. "And you're going to tell me now, Lafe?" "An' now I'm goin' to tell you, Jinnie."
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