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"I guess I'll have to let you tell," whispered Jinnie, which whisper Theo caught despite the noise of the chugging motor. "Then, to-morrow," he decided, driving up to the cobbler's shop. "I'll come for you at nine o'clock.... Look at me, Jinnie." Slowly she dragged a pair of unfathomable blue eyes to his. "We're going to be happy for one whole beautiful day, Jinnie," said he hoarsely.
"There's a path going into the marsh right at the end of the road. I'll meet him there to-morrow at twelve o'clock, and and I'm so much obliged to you." When Jinnie told Lafe of the new arrangement, she gurgled with joy. "Lafe, now I'll make that tune." "Yes, honey," murmured Lafe contentedly. "Now get your fiddle and practice; after that you c'n study a while out of that there grammar book."
Late one afternoon, at the close of a bitter day, Jinnie had finished her work and was resting on the door sill of an empty house on an uptown corner. She drew forth her money in girlish pride. Twenty-seven cents was what she'd earned, two cents more than any day since she began working. This money meant much to Jinnie. She hadn't yet received a kiss from Mrs.
"If he'd let me alone, I'd just as soon give him the money," Jinnie said mournfully. Lafe shook his head. "The law wouldn't let you, till you was of age. No, sir, you'd either have to die a natural death or another kind, an' you're a pretty husky young kid to die natural." "I don't want to die at all," shivered Jinnie. Lafe encouraged her with a smile.
She could lovingly deceive him no longer. How the little body trembled! How the fluttering hands sought her aid in vain! "My stars're all gone, Jinnie," sobbed Bobbie. "My beautiful stars! I can't see any of 'em if I try. I'm awful 'fraid, honey dear. It's so dark." Jinnie tightened her arms about him, racking her brain for soothing words.
He stood for a moment on his shaking legs, and there, to the amazement of the gaping crowd of his townsfolk, he swayed to and fro, watching and listening as the wonderful music filled and thrilled through the room. A heavenly light shone on the wrinkled face. Jordan Morse got to his feet, chalk white. Molly the Merry was looking at Jinnie as if she saw a ghost.
"A lie lendin' a helpin' hand to a sick lass is better'n most truths." Before going to bed Peg peeped in at Jinnie. The girl still lay with her arm over the sleeping Pete, her eyes roving round the room. She caught sight of the silent woman, and a troubled line formed between her brows. "How're you going to get money to live, Peggy?" she wailed.
With clouded eyes Jinnie watched the black patrol bowl along toward the bridge, and as it halted a moment on Paradise Road to allow an engine to pass, the cobbler leaned far out of his wheel chair and waved a thin white hand at her. Then like a deer she ran ahead until she came within speaking distance of him.
That's also fair, isn't it? You wouldn't have me become a mere puppet a jumping Jack or Jinnie would you, for the people to pull the string of?" "Well, I never!" exclaimed Otto, gazing with distended eyes at the soft fair face and at the pretty little innocent mouth that gave vent to these vigorous sentiments. "And what may it be your majesty's pleasure to do next?"
When Jinnie felt a pair of warm, welcoming arms about her strong young shoulders, she shivered in sudden joy. The sensation was delightful, and while a thin hand patted her back, she choked down a hard sob. However, she pressed backward and looked down into Lafe Grandoken's eyes.
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