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Updated: May 27, 2025
A pall settled over the river; it reached far beyond the environs of Windomville, for Amos Vick was a man known and respected by every farmer in the district. Night came. Courtney Thane, considerably shaken by the tragedy, set out immediately after dinner for the home of Alix Crown.
Vick is either in hot pursuit of, or hot flight from, the tomcat; all her four legs are quivering and kicking in a mimic gallop. "Do you remember," say I, again speaking, and again prefacing my words by an uneasy laugh, "how the boys at home used always to laugh at me, because I never knew how to flirt, nor had any pretty ways?
"I wouldn't be worried if I were you, Mr. Vick. She'll turn up all right. I feel sure of it. If there is anything in the world I can do, I wish you would say so, Mr. Vick. Anything, sir. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you and Mrs. Vick and Rosabel. I adore that child. Why, I get positively sick all over when I let myself think that but, it's impossible!
"Perhaps that was the best she could do for him under the circumstances," Cairy remarked philosophically. "But the child must be a bore." He laughed at the comical situation. "Just like Vick!" It was also like Vickers to give Mrs. Conry a large share of his small fortune when she had seen fit to leave him, as Fosdick had told her....
"Have you told Miss Crown that I am here?" asked he, as she started toward the stairs. "She says she'll be down in a few minutes. Mrs. Vick wants to see you before you go." The two reporters were examining the contents of the scrap-book. The younger of the two was standing at the end of the little marble-topped table, his body screening the book from Courtney's view.
She threw her arms about him, murmuring: "Oh, Vick for you it seems so horrid, so " "It is mean," he admitted through his compressed lips. "For that very reason, don't you see, I will take her beyond where it can touch her, at once, this very night, if you will not help us!" And all that she could do was to kiss him, the tears falling from her eyes.
Isabelle laughed in spite of herself; "I can't I won't.... Why do I sniffle so like this? It's your fault, Vick; you always stir the pathetic note in me, you old fraud!" She was crying now in long sobs, the tears falling to his hand. "I know you because we are built the same foolish, idiotic way.
"I I guess there's nothing in that theory," said Amos Vick, shaking his head. "She didn't run away with anybody. That's out of the question. I'm working on the theory that she sort of went out of her head or something and wandered away. You read about cases like that in the papers. I forget what they call the disease, but there's " "Aphasia," supplied Courtney absently.
She took to the leaf-strewn woodland roads, and there was a definite goal in mind. Courtney remembered Rosabel Vick. "I guess I'd better call her up," he said to himself. "I ought to have done it several days ago. Beastly rotten of me to have neglected it. She's probably been sitting over there waiting ever since Gad, she may; have some good news. Maybe she is mistaken."
The group on the porch included Amos Vick, anxious, preoccupied, and interested only in the prospect of rain; his daughter Rosabel, aged eighteen, a very pretty and vivacious girl, interested only in the young man from the far-off, mysterious city in the East; his son Caleb, a rugged youth of nineteen; Mrs.
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