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"I guess that don't count now." "Don't it? Well, some other time then." "All right, but gimme that basket. Goin' to lug that off with you?" On the Monday evening following Bradley's return, there was quite a gathering at Robie's along about sundown.
We have all lived together in happiness from that day to this; and the more I see of Robie's wife, the more I think she is like an angel; and so thinks his mother. I have only to inform you that bold Jonathan Barlowman was forced to leave the country-side shortly after his valiant display of courage, and since then nobody in Dunse has heard whether he be dead or living and nobody cares.
"Yes, sir; yes, sir!" said the Judge with a sigh. It was a little uncertain in Robie's mind whether the Judge was regretting the lost ability to stand the cold, or the lost pleasure of riding with the girls. "Great days, those, gentlemen! Lived in Vermont then. Hot-blooded lungs like an ox. I remember, Sallie Dearborn and I used to go a-foot to singing-school down the valley four miles.
Uncle Robie's true reason for going, however, was that the jailer in Boston was an old friend of his, and he wished to speak a secret word to him that might insure Dulcibel kinder treatment than was usually given in Boston jail to any alleged transgressor. Mistress Ann Putnam's Fair Warning. In the course of the next day the removal of the three prisoners became known to everybody.
All was quiet, even gloomy, when Bradley and Milton reached Rock River. The streets were deserted, and only an occasional opening door at some favorite haunt, like the drug-store or Robie's grocery, showed that a living soul was interested in the outcome of the election. There were no bonfires, no marching of boys through the street with tin pans and horns.
The village life abounds with jokers, Shiftless, conscienceless and shrewd. Colonel Peavy had just begun the rubber with Squire Gordon, of Cerro Gordo County. They were seated in Robie's grocery, behind the rusty old cannon stove, the checkerboard spread out on their knees.
"You're a sinner and a scoffer." "I thought Bacon was the disturbing ele" "You're just as bad!" "He's all right," said William Councill. "I've got sick, m'self, of bein' scared into religion. I never was so fooled in a man in my life. If I'd tell you what Pill said to me the other day, when we was in Robie's store, you'd fall in a fit.
There came the sound of rapid footsteps, and so familiar was Bradley with the sidewalk that he knew exactly where the runners were by the different note given out by each section of planking. They were crossing the street. Now they came across the warped and clattering length before the butcher shop. Then over the crisp, solid planking before Robie's.
If I'd tell you what Pill said to me the other day, when we was in Robie's store, you'd fall in a fit. An' to hear him talkin' here t'night, is enough to make a horse laugh." "You're all in league with the devil," said the old man, wildly; and so the battle raged on. Milton and Radbourn escaped from it, and got out into the clear, cold, untainted night.
Following Radbourn's direction he passed up a narrow, incredibly grimy stairway, and knocked at a door at the end of a hall, whose only light came through the letter-slit in the door. "Come in!" yelled a snarling voice. Bradley entered timidly, for the voice was not at all cordial. The Judge, in his own den, was a different man from the Judge at Robie's grocery, and this day he was in bad humor.
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