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"Oh, I'm in such trouble, Miss Doane," Daphne said with a choke in her voice. Drusilla patted her hand. "It can't be great trouble, Daphne." "Yes, it is, Miss Doane. No one has such trouble as I have, I'm sure." "Hush, dear, hush! Wait a minute. Let me show you a letter I got last night from Barbara, and then you'll know what real trouble means."

"No," said Laura firmly; "you may be going to prison." He put out one hand in protest. Turning again to the sheriff she said: "Roger did go to town last night, intending to give himself up. I knew he was going to do it by the way he looked at me. But to-day he saw me with Mr. Doane, and maybe he's heard things for which there was no warrant. Anyway, I know he thought I I was in love with Fred."

The doctor patted it and tickled it and tossed it in his arms until it was all gurgles of delight. "He's as sound as a dollar, Miss Doane," he said. "Couldn't be in better condition. He could run a Marathon this minute if his legs were long enough." Drusilla watched the proceedings with twinkling eyes.

Thornton to keep 'em out, and he has his orders from me to let 'em in, and he's more afeered of me than he is of Mr. Thornton." "But, my dear Miss Doane, I should think you would be worried to death." "No, it keeps me alive. I got a chance to hear people's troubles and understand what they're fighting against, and I'm seein' life and gettin' a chance to help people in my own way."

"What are you going to do with it, Miss Doane?" whispered Daphne. "I'm sure I don't know. That's why I sent for your father." "It's clearly a case for the police," Mr. Thornton said dryly. "I will telephone them." Drusilla looked at him inquiringly. "What did you say? Telephone the police? Why?" "I will ask them to call and take the child in charge." "Why, what's the baby done?"

Will yore men agree ter hold matters es they stands twell this time termorrer?" Jim Rowlett glanced at Hump Doane and the cripple nodded an energetic affirmation. He was hard to convince but when convinced he was done with doubt. "I'd ruther heer Mr. Thornton talk thetaway," he declared, crisply, "then ter hev him answer up heedless an' over-hasty."

He had come now to know what Baliol meant to him as a place not only of education, but a place to be loved, honoured, revered. He knew what his future might be. But his father came first. Arising from the breakfast-table, he spoke to but one man, Junior Doane. "Doane," he said, drawing him to one side, "you will row at stroke this afternoon." The man stared at him. "Are you crazy, Deacon?"

Jim Rowlett, Hump Doane, and another came as representatives of the Doanes, and Parish Thornton, Aaron Capper, and Lincoln Thornton met them as plenipotentiaries of the Harpers. When commonplaces of greeting had ended, Jim Rowlett turned to Aaron Capper as the senior of his group: "Aaron," he said, "this land's hurtin' fer peace an' human charity. We craves hit, an' Mr.

"Thet feller I reecognized ... hit war old Hump Doane's own boy ... Pete Doane." Parish Thornton straightened up as though an electric current had been switched through his body. His face stiffened in amazement and the pain of sore perplexity. "Air ye plum onmistakably shore, Jerry?" he demanded and the little man nodded his head with energetic positiveness.

"Dad," she said, suddenly, "you are not the only one who has a secret." The captain turned and looked at her. Her head was bent over the ledger and he could see but the top of a very becoming hat, a stray lock of wavy brown hair, and the curve of a very pretty cheek. The cheek what he could see of it was crimson. He looked up at Mr. Doane. That young man's face was crimson also.

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