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"Yes, it shines in Tinkletown," agreed his mother serenely. "But, my dear " turning to her daughter "I think you would better wait a while before extending the invitation. There is no excuse for rushing into the unknown. Let time have a chance." "By Jove, mother, you talk sometimes like Anderson Crow. He often says things like that," cried Wicker delightedly. "Dear me!
Barnes said he'd be back before noon, sir if he wasn't lynched." "It's all over," groaned Bonner dejectedly. Something had slipped from under his feet and he was dangling in space, figuratively speaking. "There's nothing to do, Rosalie, except to chase them down. Mr. Crow has ruined everything. I'll leave you at Bonner Place with mother and Edith, and I'll hurry back to Tinkletown."
"You bet I c'n answer," said Alf bravely, blinking his blear eyes. "I was in Tinkletown." "What were you doin' that night?" "I was sleepin'." "At what time? Keerful now, don't lie." "What time o' night did they leave her on your porch?" demanded Alf in turn. "It was jest half past 'leven." "You're right, Anderson. That's jest the time I was asleep." "C'n you prove it? Got witnesses?"
"Not at all. Have you any?" "Some, more or less. They're mostly grown." "I will take board and room for two weeks, at least," said Mr. Gregory, who seemed to be a man of action. For almost a week the insurance agent plied his vocation assiduously but fruitlessly. The farmers and the citizens of Tinkletown were slow to take up insurance. They would talk crops and politics with the obliging Mr.
Tinkletown saw them occasionally as they came jaunting by in their traps and brakes and automobiles but it is extremely doubtful if they saw Tinkletown in passing. Anderson Crow swelled and blossomed in the radiance of his own importance. In his old age he was becoming fastidious.
She liked them because they were her friends from the beginning and Rosalie was not a snob. Not for the world would she have hurt the feelings of one poor, humble, adoring soul in Tinkletown; and while her smile was none the less sweet, her laugh none the less joyous, in her heart there was the hidden longing that smiled only in dreams.
"I have come to you voluntarily, and my mother, who is in Tinkletown, in resigning herself to the calls of conscience, is now happier than she has ever been before. A more powerful influence than her own will or her own honour, an influence that was evil to the core, inspired her to countenance this awful wrong. It also checkmated every good impulse she may have had to undo it in after years.
All my life shall be built about this single month my past ends with it, my future begins. You, Rosalie," he went on swiftly, his eyes gleaming with the love that would not be denied, "are the spirit of life as I shall know it from this day forth. It is you who have made Tinkletown a kingdom, one of its homes a palace. Don't turn your face away, Rosalie."
He was quite proud of the deal, and, moreover, he enjoyed seeing his name in the paper. In the meantime almost everybody in Tinkletown was discussing the awful profligacy of the stranger. It had not occurred to anybody to wonder why he had been in such a hurry to reach Crow's Cliff, a wild, desolate spot down the river. "The hoss alone is worth fifty dollars easy," volunteered Mr.
Anderson sputtered indignantly. Driven to it, he informed John Barnes that he was charged with kidnaping, attempted murder, polygamy, child desertion, and nearly everything else under the sun. Barnes, at first indignant, finally broke into a hearty laugh. He magnanimously agreed to accompany his captor to Tinkletown. Not only that, but he provided the means of transportation.
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