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As Fran merged from the mouth of the alley, Abbott dived into its bowels, but when he reached the next street, no Fran was to be seen. Had she darted into one of the scattered cabins that composed the fringe of Littleburg? At the mere thought, he felt a nameless shrinking of the heart. Surely not.

In a word, Littleburg was in the grip of its first street fair. Before going down-town, Gregory strolled casually within sight of the Clinton boarding-house. Only Miss Sapphira was on the green veranda. She had watched the ceaseless streams of humanity pouring along either sidewalk, destined for the heart of the small town, countless hordes, reenforced from rural districts by excursion trains.

"Anyway," he answered desperately, "you look as I'd have you look can you ask more than that, since I can't?" "My chin is so sharp," she murmured. "Yes," he said, softly feeling the warm little fingers, one by one, as if to make sure all were there. "That's the way I like it sharp." "And I'm so ridiculously thin " "You're nothing like so thin as when you first came to Littleburg," he declared.

You know how sorry I am because we had to plump another teacher on to your job, but don't you worry if Fran did hold your hand just you keep your hands in your pockets after this, when there's danger Say! I've got something lots better for you than Littleburg. School out in Oklahoma rich private man behind it he owns the whole plant, and he's determined to run it to suit the new ideas.

With Grace stood, of course, Hamilton Gregory; and, judging from Bob Clinton's regular visits, and his particular attentions to Grace, Fran classed him also as a victim of the enemy. It now seemed that Abbott Ashton followed the flag Noir; and behind these three leaders, massed the congregation of Walnut Street church, and presumably the town of Littleburg.

Well, her mother was just like her frivolous, caring only for things of the world irreligious. And I was just a boy a mere college youth. When I realized the awful mistake I'd made, I thought it best just to go away and let her live her own life. Years after, I put all that behind me, and came to Littleburg. I married Mrs.

Thanks to the influx of country folk, Littleburg citizens were rarely to be seen at such shows until a later and more fashionable hour. Gregory was relieved to find his topmost plank filled with strangers. "All goes well," he said, pressing Grace's hand. "Nobody will find out that we have been in here." "Watch for Mr. Clinton," Grace counseled cautiously. "If he comes in, stoop lower."

Gregory came to Littleburg, a complete stranger and when he married, she was a devoted church-member always went, and took great interest in all his schemes to help folks folks at a distance, you understand...She just devoured that religious magazine he edits yes, I'll admit, his religion shows up beautifully in print; the pictures of it are good, too. Old Mrs.

On the left lay straggling Littleburg with its four or five hundred houses, faintly twinkling, and beyond the meadows on the right, a fringe of woods started up as if it did not belong there, but had come to be seen, while above the woods swung, the big moon with Fran on the foot-bridge to shine for. Fran's hat dangled idly in her hand as she drew herself with backward movement upon the railing.

"I was taking a walk to rest my mind," Abbott said slowly, proceeding as if he would have liked to fight his ground inch by inch, "and it was rather late. I was strolling about Littleburg. Yesterday was a pretty hard day, getting ready for Commencement my mind was tired out." "Did you get your mind rested?" Grace permitted herself the slight relaxation of a sarcasm.