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Updated: June 19, 2025
Meanwhile nothing further had come to light regarding the missing collection of gold coins. No third coin had been put into circulation in Polktown, at least. The four school committeemen who were responsible for the collection had long since paid the owner out of their own pockets rather than be put to further expense in law. Jim Narnay's baby was growing weaker and weaker.
It was at last decided, however, by the young girl that she would not immediately take Nelson Haley into her confidence. Why excite hope in his mind only, perhaps, to have it crushed again? Better learn all she could about the gold coin that had rolled out of Jim Narnay's pocket, before telling the young schoolmaster.
"I helped mow away and the elder was kind enough to say that I had done well and could have the rest of the day to myself. I fancy the shrewd old fellow knew it was about to rain," and he laughed. "And how came you down this way?" Janice asked. "Followed your trail," laughed Nelson. I went in to Mrs. Beaseley's of course. "And then at Drugg's I learned you had gone down to see Jim Narnay's folks.
"Ever since that five dollar gold piece rolled out of your pocket yes," she said, and no more to Narnay's amazement than to Nelson's, for she had told the schoolmaster nothing about that incident. "My mercy, Miss! Did you git that five dollar coin?" demanded Narnay. "Yes. Right here on your porch. The Sunday you were at home." "And I thought I'd lost it.
A more miserable looking party Janice Day had never before seen. And the reason for it was quickly explained to her. At the far end of the porch lay Narnay, on his back in the sun, his mouth open, the flies buzzing around his red face, sleeping off it was evident the night's debauch. "Oh, my dear!" moaned Janice, taking Mrs. Narnay's feebly offered hand in both her own, and squeezing it tightly.
They talked of other things, too, and it was the appearance of Jim Narnay weaving a crooked trail across High Street toward the rear of the Inn that brought back to the girl's mind the weight of new trouble that had settled upon it. "Oh, dear! there's that poor creature," murmured Janice. "And I haven't been to see how his family is." "Who Jim Narnay's family?" asked Nelson. "Yes."
The sunshine was dimmed; the sweet odors of Spring lost their spice in her nostrils. Instead of strolling down to the dock as she had intended, she turned about and, with lagging step, took her homeward way. The sight of this child's trouble, the thought of Narnay's weakness and what it meant to his unfortunate family, brought to mind with crushing force Janice's own trouble.
"Sure," agreed Marty, beginning to grin faintly again. "He was intoxicated really staggering drunk. And he came out of the back door of the Inn, and some boys chased him out on to the street, hooting after him. Perry Grimes and Sim Howell and some others. Old enough to know better " "He, he!" chuckled Marty, exploding with laughter again. "Old Narnay's great fun.
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