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Updated: May 12, 2025
Beaseley was blind to what most people, in Polktown knew that Janice and the schoolteacher were the very closest of friends. Only their years at least, only Janice's youth precluded an announced engagement between them.
But it was of Jack Besmith, the ex-drug clerk, that Janice Day thought as she sped on toward the seminary and not of the opening of the campaign against the liquor traffic in Polktown, which she felt had really been organized on this morning.
There had, in the opinion of the majority of the citizens, been no call for a drinking place, and there would probably have been no such local demand had Lem Parraday backed by Mr. Moore, who held the mortgage on the Inn not desired to increase the profits of that hostelry. The license was taken out that visitors to Polktown might be satisfied.
"Principal of the Polktown School! I saw your article in the State School Register. Theories! You write just as though you know what you were writing about." "Oh well," he said, rather taken aback by her joking. "And it wasn't much more than a year ago that you turned up your nose at the profession of teaching." "Aw now!" he said, pleadingly.
The thoughtful people of Polktown were becoming dissatisfied with the experiment. Those who had considered it of small moment in the beginning were learning differently. If Polktown was to be "boomed" through such disgraceful means as the sale of intoxicants at the only hotel, these people with suddenly awakened consciences would rather see the town lie fallow for a while longer.
"Suppose Sim Howell were your boy? How would you feel to know that, at his age, he had been intoxicated?" "Jefers-pelters!" grunted Walky. "I reckon I wouldn't git pigeon-breasted with pride over it nossir!" "Then don't make fun," admonished the girl, severely. "It is an awful, awful thing that the boys of Polktown can even get hold of such stuff to make them so ill."
It remains that he must prove himself innocent before public opinion, not before a court. There they have to prove guilt. He is guilty already in the eyes of half of Polktown. No chance of waiting to be proved guilty before he is considered so." Janice flushed and her answer came sharply: "And how about the other half of Polktown?"
"Wal," sighed Aunt 'Mira, comfortably, rocking creakingly on the front porch of the old Day house in the glow of sunset, "Polktown does seem rejoovenated, jest like Mr. Middler preached last Sunday, since rum sellin' has gone out. And it was a sight for sore eyes ter see Marm Parraday come ter church ag'in an' that poor, miser'ble Lem taggin' after her." Janice laughed, happily.
I hate to take him home to 'Rill in this condition." "Something to straighten him up eh?" cried the engineer. "Good idea. If he's there and will let us in," he added, referring to the druggist, for the front store was entirely dark, it being now long past the usual closing hour of all stores in Polktown.
Ethically two wrongs do not make a right; but it is human nature to see the direct way to the end and wish for it, not always regarding ethical considerations. Janice became at that moment converted to the cause of making Polktown a dry spot again on the State map. "My dear!" she said, with her arm about the tangle-haired little Sophie, "I am sorry for for your father.
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