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"You must not cherish any false hopes, Absalom," Tillie insisted in some distress. "Well, fur why don't you want to have me?" he demanded for the hundredth time. "Absalom," Tillie tried a new mode of discouragement, "I don't want to get married because I don't want to be a farmer's wife they have to work too hard!"
Next morning, Tillie carried her bundle of clothing to school with her, and at the noon recess she went to the family who kept the village store and engaged board with them, saying she could not stand the daily walks to and from school. When, at six o'clock that evening, she had not returned home, her father drove in to the village store to get her.
"Did you lend this off the Doc again?" her father sternly demanded, the fated book in one hand and Tillie's shoulder grasped in the other. Tillie hated to utter the lie. She hoped she had modified her wickedness a bit by answering with a nod of her head. "What's he mean, throwin' away so much money on books?" Mr. Getz took time in his anger to wonder.
It was an hour later when, as Tillie still lay motionless on the settee, and Mrs. Getz was dishing up the supper and putting it on the table, which stood near the wall at one end of the kitchen, Mr. Getz came in, tired, dirty, and hungry, from the celery-beds. The child opened her eyes at the familiar and often dreaded step, and looked up at him as he came and stood over her. "What's the matter?
Well, a body can't ALWAYS get ahead of a set of stubborn-headed Dutchmen and with Nathaniel Puntz so wonderful thick in with your pop to work ag'in' you, because you won't have that dumm Absalom of hisn!" "What shall I do?" Tillie cried. "I can never, never go back to my old life again that hopeless, dreary drudgery on the farm! I can't, indeed I can't! I won't go back. What shall I do?"
Thor was over there, rattling his express wagon along the sidewalk. Tillie had put a bunch of French pinks in a tumbler of water on her dresser, and they gave out a pleasant perfume.
"You got great times down by Rivington Street this time of year. Not? I remember how my children used to like it with their horns oser like it was their own holiday." "Ja, it's a great gedinks like always. Sometimes I say it gets so tough down there I hate my Tillie should come home from the factory after dark, but now with Morris Rinabauer " "Mrs.
"Now, come, Doc," protested Fairchilds, disgusted, "you know better you know that to almost any sort of a woman marriage means something more than getting herself 'well fixed, as you put it. And to a woman like Tillie!" "Yes yes I guess," answered the doctor, pulling briskly at his pipe. "It's the same with a male he mostly looks to somepin besides a good housekeeper.
I tole him I was goin' to bully them directers to keep him in his job but he don't know how I'm doin' it." "I'm glad he doesn't know," sighed Tillie. "Yes, he darsent know till it's all over oncet."
It used to seem to me that what I'd done was written on my face. But he never said a word." "That's over now?" "I don't run. I am still frightened." "Then it has been worth while?" Tillie glanced up at the two pictures over the mantel. "Sometimes it is when he comes in tired, and I've a chicken ready or some fried ham and eggs for his supper, and I see him begin to look rested.
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