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It was something curious how he only took note of these things, and missed the rough solicitude of Ju's final admonishment. But he was young and weak, and a shadow of bitterness had entered his life, which, at his age, should have found no place in it. The miles swept away under his horse's hoofs.
"How's that goin' to fix the Lightfoot crowd?" "How?" Ju's contempt always found an outlet in the echo of an opponent's interrogation. "Say, Dan, how old are you? Twenty?" "That ain't nuthin' to you," the cowpuncher retorted, with a gesture of hot impatience. "Ain't it? Wal, mebbe it ain't," Ju agreed imperturbably. "But y'see it takes years an' years gettin' the value o' dollars right.
Their eyes met in the pause. "Mother really?" Margaret said slowly. "She told me on Tuesday,." Mrs. "Now, not a word to any one, Mark, but she'll want you to know!" "And is she glad?" Margaret said, unable to rejoice. "Glad?" Mrs. "Well, Ju's so young, just twenty-one," Margaret submitted a little uncertainly; "and she's been so free, and they're just in the new house!
At the moment Ju's usually busy tongue was taking a well-earned rest, and his hawk-like visage was shrouded in a deep, contemplative repose. His always bloodshot eyes were speculative as he surveyed the smoke-laden scene from behind his shabby bar. The place was full of drinkers and gamblers. The hour was past midnight.
"We hadn't much time to talk, but this much we did decide. You see, John John goes to Germany for a year, next July. So we thought in June or July, Mother, just as Julie's was! Just a little wedding like Ju's. You see, that's better than interrupting the term, or trying to settle down, when we'd have to move in July. And, Mother, I'm going to write Mrs.
"Ju's a clever young monkey, in spite of her grannified airs," she said, warmly. "If we can only get some of the starch out of her by the time she's old enough to take notice, her dream of being a great writer may come half-way true." "If she's going to be a writer, she'll drop her dignified pose soon enough," predicted Elinor easily.
"The girl will feel as though her great-grandmother were a thief." "Oh, I wouldn't put it that way," cried Judith, scandalized. "I'd just sort of hint around gently. Maybe they dug it up long ago." "Ju's got the idea from her last thriller that the Dutchman who used to live at Greycroft buried his treasure somewhere about the place," explained Patricia to Griffin.
At present there was a terrible feud in which Aunt Ju was being much worsted. For the Baroness was an old Man of the Sea, and having got herself on to Aunt Ju's shoulders could not be shaken off. In the meantime Dr. Fleabody was filling the Institute, reaping a golden harvest, and breaking the heart of the poor Baroness, who had fallen into much trouble and was now altogether penniless.
"Don't call names," she responded, hiding the gratified smile that lurked in the corners of her mouth. "You'd think of things, too, if you didn't talk quite so much, Miss Pat. It's dreadfully hard to talk and think at the same time." "Is it?" cried Patricia, delighted as usual with Judith's maxims. "Hear that now, will you, Norn? Ju's going to reform me.
Yes, Ju was undoubtedly experiencing a certain mild satisfaction. But somehow his ointment was not without taint. He detected a fly in it. And he hated flies even in ointment. To understand Ju's feelings clearly one must appreciate the fact that he loved dollars better than anything else in the world.
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