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Jackson shrugged his shoulders, calmly. "Let 'em have their fun. It's their last blowout. I hope they do kill Levine and Marshall." Lydia pulled herself free of Billy. Her voice was trembling, but she had not lost her head. "Call them off, Charlie. It'll just mean trouble in the end for all of you if you don't."
"How are you going to pay for it?" Lydia asked. "Don't you worry, I'll tend to that," replied Amos. Levine was taking supper with them. "Better tell her all about it, Amos," he said. "You know Lydia is our partner." "Well, she'll just worry," warned Amos. "John's going to hold it for me, till I can get the pine cut off. That'll pay for the land." "How much did you pay for it, Mr.
Nothing but greed could have precipitated so malevolent a war. The town was utterly disrupted. Neighbors of years' standing quarreled on sight. Students in the University refused to enter the classrooms of teachers who disagreed with them on the Levine fight. Family feuds developed. Ancient family skeletons regarding pine grafts and Indian looting saw the light of day.
The farmers all were going to vote for him. Lake City was always interested in the national election but this year, where the presidential candidates were mentioned once, Levine and his opponent were mentioned a hundred times. Ministers preached sermons on the campaign.
She found herself visioning Copenhagen, jewels, brocades, and courtiers; but she realized only when she withdrew to St. Kitts, that Levine had not entered the dream, even to pass and bend the knee. Often she laughed aloud in merriment. As the wedding-day approached, she lost her breath more than once, and her skin chilled.
Billy rose with dignity, and without a word strode down the path to the gate and thence up the road. Lydia stared after him indignantly. "That old farmer!" she said to Adam, who wriggled and slobbered, sympathetically. She was still indignant when John Levine arrived and found her toasting herself and the waffles for supper, indiscriminately.
"No matter if the destroying of the Indians were right, that wouldn't exonerate the whites for having been cruel and crooked in doing it. People will always remember it of us." Levine gave a laugh that had no mirth in it. "Lord, who'll say the New England spirit is dead! You're as cold in judging me as one of your ancestors was when he sentenced a witch to be burned." "Oh, no!" cried Lydia.
"You could run for sheriff," said Amos, "as a starter. You're an Elk." "By heck!" exploded John Levine. "I'll try for it. No reason why a real estate man shouldn't go into politics as well as some of the shyster lawyers you and I know, huh, Amos?" Upstairs, Lydia stood in a path of moonlight pulling off her clothes slowly and stifling her sobs for the sake of the little figure in the bed.
What does John Levine do at your house, so much?" "Oh, he's going into politics," answered Lydia, innocently, "and Dad advises him." "Well, tell them you've done a fine job as a swimming teacher," Dave spoke carelessly. "I don't see why Levine wants to get into politics. He's doing well in real estate."
"I don't know that that surprises me any," Willis smiled down at the pink profile at his shoulder. "Well, and then what?" "Then a dairy farm, if Dad and I can rent the makings of one." "But you have plenty of land, haven't you? Levine left all his property to you, I understand." Lydia looked quickly up into Willis' face. "If you were I would you keep that property?" The professor's eyes widened.
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