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The other two young men Lane had seen in Middleville, but they were unknown to him. "Pepper, you beat it with your new pard," snarled Swann. "And you'll not get in here again, take that from me." The mandate nettled Pepper, who evidently felt more deeply over this situation than had appeared on the surface. "Sure, I'll beat it," returned he, resentfully. "But see here, Swann.

Every day he felt more and more that he should go to a warm and dry climate; and yet he could not determine to leave Middleville. Something held him. The warmth of bright hotel lobbies and theatres and restaurants uptown was no longer available for Lane. His money had dwindled beyond the possibility of luxury, and besides he shrank now from meeting any one who knew him.

"I don't only include them. I throw the emphasis on them. The girls you know best." Lane straightened up, to look at his companion. Pepper certainly was not drunk. "Do you know anything about Lorna?" "Nothing specifically to prove anything. She's in the thick of this thing in Middleville. Only a few nights ago I saw her at a roadhouse, out on the State Road, with a crowd of youngsters.

And this image of her seemed the most lasting of the impressions of the day. The arbiters of social fate in Middleville assembled at Mrs. Maynard's on a Monday afternoon, presumably to partake of tea. Seldom, however, did they meet without adding zest to the occasion by a pricking down of names. Mrs.

Blair had left courtesy and endurance in France, as was evinced by the way he bent closer to Helen, to speak low, with terrible passion. "If I had it to do over again I'd see you and your kind your dirt-cheap crowd of painted hussies where you belong in the clutch of the Huns!" Miss Amanda Hill, teacher in the Middleville High School, sat wearily at her desk.

The secret of the club-rooms, so far as girls were concerned, never became fully known to Middleville gossips. Strange and contrary rumors were rife for a long time, but the real truth never leaked out. There was never any warrant sworn for Lane's arrest.

And at that he did not know what to think. He was stunned. "Daren, you served a while under Captain Thesel in the war," she said. "Yes, I guess I did," replied Lane, with sombre memory resurging. "Do you know he lives here?" "I knew him here in Middleville several years before the war." "He's danced with me at the Armory. Some swell dancer!

As soon as he was sure of what had happened in Middleville, of the attitude people would have toward a crippled soldier, and of what he could do with the month or year that might be left him to live, then he would know his own mind. All he sensed now was that there had been some monstrous inexplicable alteration in hope, love, life.

What little pleasure she got came from friendships with boys, and these her father had forbidden her to have. In the bitter web of her thought ran the threads that if she had pretty clothes like Helen, and a rich mother like Bessy, and a father who was not a drunkard, her lot in life would have been happy. Rose lived with her stepfather in three dingy rooms in the mill section of Middleville.

The wild boy had come home the scapegoat of many Middleville escapades had returned the ne'er-do-well sought his father's house. He had come home to die. It was there in Blair's white face the dreadful truth. He wore a ribbon on his breast and he leaned on a crutch.

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