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Updated: June 13, 2025
Every once in a while, perhaps from a sudden heart hunger, Frank would select from a whole townful of human beings some one soul for friendship. Frank never got acquainted accidentally. He picked out his few friends deliberately and loved them openly and forever. Of course, Frank's oldest and dearest friend was Jim Tumley. People said they were born friends.
Why don't you vote the thing that is hurting him out of your town? If the women here could vote that's what they would do. But surely you men will do it to save Jim Tumley." They sat stunned and stared at the slip of a girl in pink who was speaking in so matter-of-fact a fashion. And then Seth Curtis laughed; but he laughed kindly.
Ever since his quarrel with Ruth about Jim Tumley Seth had been boiling with temper. Old poisons that had spoiled his life in many ways and that he thought he had conquered crept back to tyrannize over him. Poor Seth had had so much discipline in his youth that the least hint of pressure threw him into a state of vicious rebellion.
My lord, if Sir Tumley Snuffim was to see that delicate creature at this moment, he would not give a a THIS for her life. In illustration of which remark, Mr Wititterly took a pinch of snuff from his box, and jerked it lightly into the air as an emblem of instability. 'Not THAT, said Mr Wititterly, looking about him with a serious countenance.
Nobody was surprised, of course, to see little Jim Tumley in the choir; nor to hear that the minister was giving him lessons on the new piano whose arrival the prophetic soul of Fanny Foster had predicted. People passing the Tumley house did however stop beside the hedge and listen in amazement to the minister playing, for he played surprisingly well.
"Well, father," bitterly spoke up the eldest, "it's still our saloon that's killing Jim Tumley, even though we aren't running it." "Oh, father," murmured Tessie miserably, "can't you do anything about it?" Sam groaned. "Dear God what can I do? I tell you selling the hotel or renting it or dynamiting it won't stop drinking in this town, so long as there are men in it who want drink and will drink.
Why, we've poked fun at it and jogged along our ignorant hayseed way and watched and watched little sweet-hearted men like Jim Tumley just stumble miserably into their graves, or a man like Sears drive his children from their home and curse his wife, or perhaps we've shuddered at the sight of Hank Lolly lying drunk in the road among the wild flowers.
When, however, Grandma Wentworth sat down beside him and visited comfortably before services, and Nan Ainslee stopped to thank him for something or other he had done for her the week before, he felt better. As soon as Jim Tumley began to sing and the minister to talk Hank forgot about himself and became absorbed in the proceedings.
When he first heard the talk about the town going dry he laughed and that was enough. No one argued the matter with him for no one relished the thought of an argument with George. And only the minister had dared to mention Jim Tumley.
We have grown no wiser in spite of the pain." Sitting in the armchair that Jocelyn had pulled out for Jim Tumley was Roger Allan. His face was a-quiver with pain. And he too was staring hungrily at the pictured face. "Oh, Roger," wept Grandma, "if only we could have her back, her and Richard."
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