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And it was among these influential men that she found the most opposition to making Polktown "dry" instead of "wet." She had thrown down her gauntlet at Mr. Cross Moore's feet, so she troubled no more about him. Janice realized that nobody was more politically powerful in Polktown than Mr. Moore.
Janice, remembering the condition of the ex-drug clerk when he left Polktown for the woods, said heartily: "I should think she would be worried." "She tells me he tried to get back his job with Massey on Friday night the evening before he went off with Trimmins and Narnay. But I expect he'd got Mr. Massey pretty well disgusted. At any rate, the druggist turned him down, and turned him down hard."
"Oh!" gasped Janice, for the town expressman was one of her oldest friends in Polktown, and a man in whom she took a deep interest. A slow grin dawned again on Marty's freckled countenance. "Ye ought to hear him when he's had a drink or two. You called him 'Talkworthy' Dexter; and he sure is some talky when he's been imbibing." "Oh, Marty, that's dreadful!" and Janice sighed. "It's just wicked!
"An' our Janice has done suthin' this time that'll make Polktown put her on a ped-ped-es-tri-an " "'Pedestal, Maw!" giggled Marty. "Wal, never mind," said the somewhat flurried Mrs. Day. "Mr. Middler said it. Mr. Haley, ye'd oughter hear all 't Mr. Middler said about her this arternoon at the meetin' of the Ladies' Aid." "Oh, Auntie!" murmured Janice, turning very red.
I can't believe that the committee will continue this persecution, when they come to think it over," the girl cried. "It doesn't matter whether they do or not, I fear," Bowman said, with conviction. "The harm is done. He's been accused." "Oh, dear me! I know it," groaned Janice. "And unless he is proved innocent, Nelson Haley is bound to have trouble here in Polktown." "Do you believe so, Frank?"
When the night was made hideous and the main street of Polktown dangerous for quiet people, by drink-inflamed fellows from the railroad construction camp, a strong protest was addressed to the Town Selectmen. There was a possibility of several well-to-do men building on the heights above the town, another season.
"Go on, Maw, and tell us," said Marty. "What did he say?" and he grinned delightedly at his cousin's rosy face. "Sing her praises, Mrs. Day do," urged Nelson. "We know she deserves to have them sung." "Wal! I should say she did," agreed Aunt 'Mira, proudly. "It's her, the parson says, that's re'lly at the back of this temp'rance movement that's goin' ter be inaugurated right here in Polktown.
"The mystery of the 'early worm' that you saw this mornin'." He brought his hand from behind him and displayed an empty, amber-colored flask on which was a gaudy label announcing its contents to have been whiskey and sold by "L. Parraday, Polktown." "Oh, dear! Is that the trouble with the Besmith boy?" murmured Janice. "That's how he came to lose his job with Massey." "Poor fellow!
Cross Moore, President of the Council, held a large mortgage on the Parraday premises, and it was whispered that this fact aided in putting the license through in so quiet a way. It was agreed that Polktown was growing. The "boom" had started some months before.
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.
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