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"Oh, but we really do want to learn something about it," here interposed Ollie Grant, as she gave Sadie a nudge with her elbow, "and and" with mock demureness "if we have wrong ideas about it, why, you can perhaps set us right." "I am sure it would be very interesting," Clara Follet observed, with a sly wink at her nearest neighbor; "it is so mysterious and creepy; like spiritualism, you know."
Scarcely behind Joe Newbolt stood that hitherto weak woman, Ollie Chase. It called for courage to do what she had done. She had only to keep her peace, and hide whatever pity she felt and pain she suffered on account of the lad who stood ready to sacrifice his life for her, to proceed upon her way clean in the eyes of men.
Once a loose stone rattled slightly, and the big fellow turned his head; but the figure was lying behind a log that the other had just left. When Young Matt finally reached the position as close to Ollie as he could go without certain discovery, the figure also came to a rest, not far away. The moments passed very slowly now to the man crouching in the shadows. Ollie looked at his watch.
Led by a question here, a helping reminder there, Ollie went over her story, in all particulars the same as she had related at the inquest.
She had been misinformed. Those things could not be true. "Shouldn't you be in here helping Aunt Ollie?" asked George's voice from the front step where he seated himself with his pipe. "Yes, in a minute," said Kate, rising. "Did you see who came?" "No. I was out doing the morning work. Who was it?" he asked. "Nancy Ellen and Robert," she answered.
He turned away from her then, saying no more, and passed quickly out of her sight beyond the shrubbery which shouldered the kitchen wall. Slowly Ollie lifted the dasher which had settled to the bottom of the churn, and a smile broke upon her lips.
Ollie did not want to appear unneighborly nor unkind, but as the night wore heavily on she at last requested them to leave her. "You are all so good and kind!" said she, sincere for the moment, for there was no mistaking that they meant to be. "But I think if you'd take the lamp out of the room I could go to sleep. If I need you, I'll call."
Said Buck, "Preachin' Bill 'lowed t'other day hit didn't make no difference how much money th' ol' man left Ollie he'd be a poor sort of a man anyhow; an' that there's a heap better men than him right here in th' hills that Sammy could a' had fer th' askin'." "How 'bout that, Matt?" called a young fellow from the river.
Ollie, her eyes closed languidly, now languidly opened to follow the track of the lamb-fleece clouds, her young body feeling warm and pleasant, as if lately released from a sorely cramped state; Ollie, with little fleeting dreams in her pretty, shallow head, was believed by the women of the neighborhood to be in the way of realizing on Isom's expectations of an heir.
Chase, being the only living person who is likely to have an interest in the will as legatee, are fully aware of the circumstances under which it was found, and so forth and so forth?" Ollie nodded. There was something in her throat, dry and impeding. She felt that she could not speak. Judge Little took the envelope by the end, holding it up to the light.
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