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She turned away her face and set her teeth upon her lower lip, controlling her agitation. "I'm trying to face the thing just as bravely as I can, Vona. On the face of it I'm in bad! When I remember how Britt maneuvered with me, I feel like running to him and twisting his head off his neck." When they arrived in front of Britt Block, Vaniman scowled at the stone effigy in its niche.
Vaniman possessed youth's confidence in his ability to make good in the world. He wondered if it would not be well to have a general show-down in the Harnden family, in order that when he went away from Egypt he might go with the consolation of knowing that Vona was waiting for him, her love sanctioned. Pondering, he arrived in front of Egypt's humble town hall.
"Vona, I did not mean to speak out to you so soon," he told her. "Not but what it was in here" he patted his breast "and fairly boiling all the time!" She assured him, with a timid look, that her own emotions had not been different from his. "But I have respected your obligations," he went on, with earnest candor. "And this is the first real job I've ever had.
Now, Xoa," urged the Squire, "go to Vona before some lunatic tells her something to scare her to death!" The good woman hastened away, her smile reassuring the lover. For some time the Squire regarded Vaniman with an expression into which some of the old notary's whimsical humor began to creep. "So it struck you, did it, that you had dropped back into town on a lively night?
When he turned, Vona was sitting in a chair, trembling, tears in her eyes, apprehension ridging her face. "Cashier Vaniman, I don't want to hurt this young lady's feelings any more than I have. There's no sense in blaming her until I understand the which and the why of this thing. I have found column after column added wrongly. Perhaps she has done her work, originally, all right.
After supper he sat in a wicker chair on the lawn with Tasper Britt, who was wearing a new suit of white flannel and who scowled when Vona passed along the walk without even a glance in that direction, though Britt had twitched up his trousers leg to show a particularly handsomely clocked sock. Mr. Harnden did a lot of talking that evening.
I've had some poor luck with Files when he's off his schedule time!" "The new combination of Harnden and Britt will make 'em sit up and take notice," persisted the inventor. Forgetting Vona, desiring to impress a skeptic from the outside world, he followed Starr and the banker. Vaniman and the girl listened to the optimist's fervid declarations till the slam of the outside door shut them off.
Young folks were coming out of the door. He remembered then! For some weeks they had been rehearsing a drama to be presented on the eve of Washington's Birthday, and Vona had the leading role; she had employed him at slack times in the bank to hold the script and prompt her in her lines. He saw her and stopped, and she hastened to him.
Not manna. But it will fit the occasion, I hope. It's a barbecue. A whole ox and all the fixings." Then they came to a high arch, fashioned from boughs of fir and spruce trees. The wains were rolling under it. Frank and Vona lifted up their eyes. At the top of the arch, in great letters that were formed of pine tassels fastened to a stretch of canvas, was the word, "LIBERTY."
The public, however, did declare behind his back that he must have invented something in the way of a system to be able to wear those clothes and drive that hitch. To be sure, there were some who insisted that the matter of Vona was still potent with Britt and that Britt's money was behind Harnden.
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