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Perhaps life would be better if more people had Vick's courage!" Isabelle forced her point with an invalid's desire to relieve a wayward feeling and also a childish wish to shock this good cousin, who saw life simply and was so sure of herself. Alice Johnston rose with a smile. "I hope you will be a great deal stronger when you come back, dear." "I shall be or I shall have an operation.
No sound but the clock, and Vick's heavy breathing, as she peacefully snores on the footstool. I cannot bear the suspense. Again I lift my eyes, and look at him. Yes, I am right! the intense anxiety the overpowering emotion on his face tell me that I have touched the right string. "Are there are there are you aware that there are any tales that she could tell of you?" Again I laugh harshly.
Up there on Dog Mountain which swam in the haze of the June afternoon they had walked on snowshoes one cold January night, over the new snow by moonlight, talking marvellously of all that life was to be. She believed then that she should never marry, but remain always Vick's comrade, to guide him, to share his triumphs. Now she was abandoning that child's plan. She shook with nervous sobs.
In the succeeding years Vick's Hundred Seed, Brown's, Pitt's, Prolific, Sugar Loaf, Guatemala, Cluster, Hogan's, Banana, Pomegranate, Dean, Multibolus, Mammoth, Mastodon and many others competed for attention and sale.
Hilda came to the door. "Miss Crown is over at Mr. Vick's," she announced. "She's not at home." He stiffened. "I had an appointment with her for this evening, Hilda. She must be at home." "She ain't," said the maid succinctly. "Did she leave any word for me?" "Not with me, sir. She telephoned to Mrs. Strong this evening to say she was going to stay with Mrs. Vick." "All night?" "No, sir.
Bill Foss has " "What girl?" demanded Margaret. "That girl of Amos Vick's. They ain't seen hide er hair of her sence yesterday afternoon. Amos is over to the drug store, nearly crazy with suspicion. I got it all figgered out. One of two things has happened. She's either run off to get married er else she's been waylaid and er execrated by some tramp.
Beyond, in the kitchen, he heard the rumble of men's voices. He hesitated for a moment, and then opened the door. There were half a dozen men in the kitchen, and one of them was Amos Vick. They were preparing to go out into the night. Vick's face was haggard, his garments were muddy, his long rubber boots were covered with sludge and sand.
"Isabelle," he remarked with a windy sigh, "I salute my victor!" Old Dick, Vickers's playmate in the boy-and-girl days, her playmate, too, he had wanted to marry her for years, ever since Vick's freshman year when he had made them a visit at the Farm. He had grown very heavy since then, time which he had spent roving about in odd corners of the earth.
The R. F. D. postman making his rounds, came to Amos Vick's shortly after noon that day. He volunteered a bit of information. Rosabel had given him a letter when he stopped the day before. It was addressed to Caleb Vick. She asked him how long he thought it would take the letter to reach its destination.
He fell in behind a couple of men who strode fearlessly into the dark avenue. After him came two men and a woman. They were all strangers to him, so far as he could make out, but he felt a sense of security in their nearness. He gathered that they were bound for Amos Vick's. Presently they came to the open road beyond the trees.
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