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Updated: June 25, 2025
In all Windomville there was no one so well qualified to do justice to the situation as he. Doctor Smith came rattling up in his Ford, hopped out, and started to enter the drug store. Catching sight of the druggist in the crowd, he stopped to bawl out: "Who's been buying prussic acid of you, Sam Foster? What do you mean by selling " "I ain't sold a grain of prussic acid in ten years," roared Mr.
David Windom had quite a bit of property up in the city, aside from his farm, and he owned a big ranch out in Texas. The grain elevator in Windomville belonged to him, still belongs to Alix Crown, and there's a three mile railroad connecting with the main line over at Smith's Siding. Every foot of it is on his land.
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.
Constable Foss visited the camp of a gang of Italian railroad labourers near Hawkins and was reported to be bringing several indignant "dagoes" over to Windomville to see if Courtney or the two ladies could identify them. He was very careful to choose men with thick black moustaches. Bright and early, Courtney repaired to the house on the hill. His progress was slow.
There were some doubtful head-shakings, but in the main Windomville was rather well pleased with the prospect. Opinion, though divided, was almost unanimous: few there were who held that "nothin' would come of it." Charlie Webster was one of the latter. His early intimacy with the ex-aviator had suffered a decided slump.
He made good use of the corner of his eye as he strolled leisurely past the Windom house, set well back at the top of a small tree-surrounded knoll and looking down upon the grassy slope that formed the most beautiful "front yard" in the whole county, according to the proud and boastful denizens of Windomville. Along the bottom of the lawn ran a neatly trimmed privet hedge.
Fires were kindled in old-fashioned fireplaces; out in the farmyards busy housewives were making soap and apple butter in great iron kettles suspended over blazing logs; wagons laden with wheat and corn rumbled through country roads and up to the Windom elevator; stores were thriving under the spur of new-found money; the school was open, Main Street childless for hours at a time, and Courtney Thane was still in Windomville.
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