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Updated: June 29, 2025
On the whole the members of the party enjoyed themselves from the moment they drew out of Jersey City to the afternoon when, in four carriages, they rolled beneath the curious eyes of all Toomsville and swept under the shadowed rampart of the swamp. "The Christmas" was coming and all the Southern world was busy. Few people were busier than Bles and Zora.
The other towns were replicas of Toomsville; strange in number, not in kind; but this was different, and she could not understand it. It seemed senseless and unreasonable, and yet so strangely so that she was at a loss to ask questions. She was very solemn as they rode on and night came down with dreams.
All change!" Away yonder at the school near Toomsville, Miss Smith sat waiting for the coming of Zora, absently attending the duties of the office. Dark little heads and hands bobbed by and soft voices called: "Miss Smith, I wants a penny pencil." "Miss Smith, is yo' got a speller fo' ten cents?" "Miss Smith, mammy say please lemme come to school this week and she'll sho' pay Sata'day."
John Taylor of the Toomsville mills." Taylor looked toward the door and then slowly took the stand. "Mr. Taylor," said the lawyer carelessly, "were you present at this transaction?" "Yes." "Did you see Colonel Cresswell sign this paper?" "Yes." "Well, did he intend so far as you know to sign such a paper?" "I do not know his intentions." "Did he say he meant to sign such a contract?"
He said something in a low tone to Zora and drove away, frowning. Zora came quickly to the school and asked for Alwyn. He was in the barn and she hurried there. "Bles," she said quietly, "it is reported that a Toomsville mob will burn the school tonight." Bles stood motionless. "I've been fearing it.
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