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The automobile moved out of the yard and took the steep hill easily. Once on the Upper Road, Janice urged the car on and they passed Elder Concannon's in a cloud of dust. The camp where the baby's father was at work was easily found. Jim Narnay seemed to know what the matter was, for he flung down the axe he was using and was first of the three at the side of the car when Janice stopped. Mr.
"Oh, yes. I'm Sophie Narnay. That's pop. And he's all right when he's sober," repeated the child. Janice Day's indignation evaporated. Now she could feel only sympathy for the little creature that was forced to acknowledge such a man for a parent. "Ma's goin' to be near 'bout distracted," Sophie pursued, shaking her tangled head. "That's the only dime she had."
"But you didn't lose the ten dollar coin he gave you before that to change at Lem Parraday's, Mr. Narnay?" she said slyly. "I guess ye do know about it," said the man, eyeing Janice curiously. "I can't tell you much, I guess. Only, you air wrong about me passin' the first coin. Jack did that himself and brought back to camp a two gallon jug of liquor."
It was on the day following the burial of the Narnay baby that the mystery surrounding Mr. Broxton Day's situation in Mexico was quite cleared up, and much to his daughter's satisfaction. Quite a packet of letters arrived for Janice several delayed epistles, indeed, coming in a single wrapper. With them was a letter in the exact script of Juan Dicampa that mysterious brigand chief who was Mr.
Trimmins sauntered up, too, but the sullen Jack Besmith seemed to shrink from approaching the visitors. "I will get you there if possible in time to see the baby once more, Mr. Narnay, if you will come right along as you are," said Janice, commiseratingly, after explaining briefly their errand. "Dr. Poole told me the time was short." "Go ahead, Jim," said Trimmins, giving the man's hand a grip.
"Miss Day, you sartain sure are a good neighbor." Janice turned the car as soon as Narnay was in the tonneau. The man sat clinging with one hand to the rail and with the other over his face most of the way to town.
Speed had to be reduced when they turned into High Street; but Constable Poley Cantor turned his back on them as they swung around the corner into the street leading directly down to Pine Cove. Janice left Nelson in the car at the door, and ran into the cottage with the anxious father. Mrs. Narnay sat with the child on her lap, rocking herself slowly to and fro, and weeping.
But she threw herself, whole-heartedly, into the temperance campaign, and strove to keep her mind from dwelling upon her father's peril. It was while Janice was staying with Mrs. Hopewell Drugg during the storekeeper's absence in Boston, that she met Sophie Narnay on the street. The child looked somewhat better as to dress, for Janice had found her some frocks weeks before, and Mrs.
"Do you mean you are going clear over the mountain after that drunken Narnay?" demanded Nelson, with some heat. "I am going after the baby's father, Nelson," she replied softly. "You may go, too, if you are real good," and she smiled up at him so roguishly that his frown was dissipated and he had to smile in return.
"And you must see the baby," Sophie urged. "I can bring out the baby if I wrap her up good, can't I, Marm?" "Have a care with the poor child, Sophie," said Mrs. Narnay, wearily. "Where's your pop gone?" "He's walked out with Mr. Trimmins," said the little girl. The woman sighed, and Janice, all through her visit, could see that she was anxious about her absent husband.
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