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I shall call on Mrs. Strout. You remember the party at Deacon Mason's, Alice I danced with Miss Bessie Chisholm " Mrs. Hawkins couldn't wait, "Yes, an' she made the perfesser just the kind of wife he needed. She bosses the house... for I heard her tell him one day that if he didn't like her cookin' he might have his meals at the store an' she goes to dances with her brother Sylvester.
He's got up a sign O. Strout, Fine Groceries an' says Hiram's out of the firm, and that he owns the whole business." Quincy smiled. "So, I've got to fight it out with him again, have I? Well it will be the final conflict. To use Mr. Strout's words, one or the other of us will have to leave town. You aren't going back to- night?" "Oh, I must."
Just toll Strout along a little," and he laughed. "Do you think I can do this, Mr. Day?" asked Mrs. Carringford doubtfully. "You can to it for your children's sake, I have no doubt. And remember, in any case, if Strout demands the entire mortgage paid at once, within three days I will try to obtain for you a new mortgagee.
That she did not dare put any more money into the place except the interest and the taxes until prospects were brighter. "'Well, he said mean old hunks! 'money is dreadful tight right now, and I don't see how I can let you have a thousand any longer. 'Tain't in the bill of agreement. "Mother said: 'Mr. Strout, when you sold me the place you said I could have plenty of time to pay for it.
"What beats me," said Hiram, "is how he knew all about the Ricker family." "Simple enough," said Strout with a sneer, "That ass Abner told him the whole business. He never could keep his mouth shet. That's the reason I wouldn't give him a job in this store." Mr. Strout extinguished some of the lights, locked the door, and resumed his seat by the stove. "Ain't you going home?" asked Hiram.
Carringford got into the hands of a sharper when she undertook to buy that cottage in Mullen Lane of Abel Strout." "Oh, dear, Daddy! isn't there any way of helping them out of their trouble?" Janice asked disappointedly. "I cannot tell that until I know all the particulars." "Oh! Let me tell you " "Do you know them, my dear?" he asked, interrupting her.
"Then that Abel Strout is at the root of it, just as I said," she cried. "Not a doubt of it," replied Mr. Day. "That John Jamison was but a dummy." "I assure you," began the red-faced lawyer, but Mr. Day interrupted: "Your assurances would not be accepted before this court, I am afraid, Mr. ah Schrimpe. Now would you mind, as you are in town, calling upon Mrs.
Strout was a very good cook and the dinner was a success. Strout leaned far back in his chair and Maude assumed a similar position. Quincy looked at her reprovingly, but she did not change her attitude. To her brother's astonishment, she addressed Mr. Strout. "I suppose you have travelled a great deal, Mr. Strout." "Well, yes, I have.
"He takes it pretty cool," said Strout to Hiram. "If she was my sister I'd ring the church hell, make up a party, and go in search of her dead body, for that's what they'll come back with." "I don't take no stock in that," remarked Hiram. "She's used to horses, and she's a mighty bright, independent girl. She'll come home all right." "No doubt she's independent enough," retorted Strout.
"Oh," said Strout, "of course I didn't have no sech idee as askin' you to go, even if you did know who was the best man for the job. The snail thinks he's travelled a long ways when he goes a foot, an' some men are jus' like him." Hiram ignored the personal application. "Well, bein's you didn't want me to go, I s'pose you've somebody in mind. Suit yourself, as us'al."
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