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Updated: June 14, 2025
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.
Narnay," said the girl. "I am going after him. He must see the baby before she dies." "Janice!" "Yes. The car is all ready, I know. It will take only half an hour to run up there where those men are at work. I took Elder Concannon over there once. The road isn't bad at all at this time of year."
Trimmins and Jim Narnay had disappeared, and Janice feared that, after all, they had drifted over to the Inn, there to celebrate the discovery of the job they both professed to need so badly. "That awful bar!" Janice told herself. "If it were not here in Polktown those two ne'er-do-wells would have gone right about their work without any celebration at all. I guess Mrs. Scattergood is right Mr.
However, the boys pursued Tim Narnay no farther. They slunk back into the lane, and finally, with shrill whoops and laughter, disappeared. The besotted man stood wavering on the curbstone, undecided, it seemed, upon his future course. Janice would have passed on. The appearance of the fellow merely shocked and disgusted her.
Nelson, who had come back to town and again taken up his abode with the overjoyed Mrs. Beaseley while he prepared for the opening of the school, urged Janice not to go so often to the Narnay cottage. "You've enough on your heart and mind, dear girl," he said to her. "Why burden yourself with other people's troubles?"
There's going to be something doing, I reckon, that'll make 'em all set up and take notice." "You talk as though I were one of these awful female reformers the funny papers tell about," Janice said, with a little laugh. "You see nothing in my eyes, Marty, unless it's tears for poor little Sophie Narnay." The cousins arrived at the old Day house and entered the grass-grown yard.
Narnay and the children might get along better without Jim. Janice had made some inquiries and learned that Mrs. Narnay was an industrious woman, working steadily over her washtub, and keeping the children in comparative comfort when Jim was not at home to drink up a good share of her earnings. "Are you going down to the cove to see Narnay now, Mr. Trimmins?"
"He is an awful, ruffianly creature, but he's nothing to laugh at. Listen, Marty!" and vividly, with all the considerable descriptive powers that she possessed, the girl repeated what had occurred when little Sophie Narnay had run into her drunken parent on the street.
Narnay and the children had little benefit of it." "That's what I supposed," grunted the elder. Janice sipped her tea and, looking over the edge of her cup at him, asked: "Having much trouble, Elder, with your new man?" "What new man?" snorted the old gentleman, his mouth screwed up very tightly. "I hear you have the school teacher working for you," she said. "Well!
And then well, there ain't been much money since pop come out of the woods this Spring." Her old-fashioned talk gave Janice a pretty clear insight into the condition of affairs at the Narnay house. She made a mental note of this for a future visit to the place. "Here's another dime, Sophie," she said, finding the cleanest spot on the little girl's cheek to kiss.
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