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Updated: June 5, 2025
Somehow she felt that if she could be sure the little boy was safe, she could go away to the place Morse had described with at least a little relief. That day Lafe's accusers were to try him before a jury . She had almost lost hope for the cobbler he was lame, had no friends, and was a Jew, one of the hated race. She knew how the people of Bellaire despised the Jews.
"But you can, Peggy! You can, sure! Lots of times Lafe'd say, 'Now, Jinnie, watch God and me! And I watched, and sure right on the minute came the money." She paused a moment, ruminating. "That money we got the day he went away came because he prayed for it." The girl was reverently earnest. "Lafe's got a chance, all right," she pursued, keeping Peg's eye.
It was a fortune for any girl to make, and what was better yet, buckled to her young shoulders in the shortwood strap was almost her next day's supply. As she replaced the money in her pocket and walked toward the market, she murmured gravely, "Mebbe Peg's kisses helped me to get it, but but I musn't forget Lafe's prayers." Her smile was radiant and self-possessed.
Jinnie got up so quickly that Happy Pete and Milly Ann stirred in their sleep. "Oh, Peg, I do want to but how can I, now I've said I wouldn't?... How can I?" "You can't," decided Peg gruffly, and Jinnie dropped down once more at Lafe's feet. "I guess you'll have to forget about it, child, an' be 'Happy in Spite'," said Lafe, with a sigh. The next day Peggy took Lafe into her confidence.
"I was wonderin'," returned Peg, "if we couldn't get some one interested in 'er the Kings, mebbe. They're a good sort, with lots of money, an' are more'n smart." Lafe's eyes brightened visibly, but saddened again. He shook his head. "We can't get the Kings 'cause I read in the paper last night they're gone away West, to be gone for a year or more.... It's a good idea, though.
Before Lafe's mental vision rose Jinnie's lovely face, her parted lips and self-assured smile. "But where'd she get it? It must belong to some 'un." Mrs. Grandoken shook her head. "I dunno. It's a boy. He was with a woman a bad 'un, I gather. She beat 'im until the little feller ran away to find his own folks, he says and Jinnie brought 'im home here. She says she's goin' to keep 'im."
Then the thought of the cobbler's trial rushed over her. Peggy and the baby were at court with Lafe, of course. Knowing she must face her uncle in the courtroom, she went to Lafe's black box and drew forth the sealed letter her father had sent to Grandoken. This she hid in her dress, and taking Bobbie and the fiddle, she went out and closed the door.
Lafe claims to have more circulation than the Democrat, and this comes nearer giving Ayers apoplexy than anything else. He claims that Lafe's circulation consists two thirds of wind and that he hasn't more than 750 bona fide subscribers, including deadhead copies to patent medicine houses.
"Now I've said I'd let my folks be yours, and didn't I find you, and have you got any one else? If you don't let me help you to Lafe's, how you going to see any of 'em?" She paused before delivering her best point, which was addressed quite indifferently to the sky. "And just think of that hot soup!" This was enough. Bobbie struggled up, flushed and agitated.
Lafe's secret was much greater than she had expected! Much! "Tell me about it," she pleaded. Keen anxiety erased the cobbler's smiling expression. "Poor Peggy!" he groaned again. "She can't see where the bread's comin' from to feed another mouth, but as I says, 'Peggy, you said the same thing when Jinnie came, an' the blind child, an' this little one's straight from God's own tender breast."
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