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"Hurry on, then," whispered the doctor, hoarsely, pushing them both, with scant ceremony, into the carriage. "GOOD-by to yous and good luck! Och, that's all right; no thanks necessary! I'm tickled to the end of my hair at gettin' ahead of Jake Getz! Say, Fairchilds," he said, with a wink, "this here mare's wonderful safe you don't HAVE to hold the reins with both hands! See?"
"And," he added, a reflection in his tone of his father's suspicious attitude on Saturday night toward Fairchilds, "pop sayed HE couldn't make out what was his conwictions. He couldn't even tell right was he a Bible Christian or no." "He certainly does, now, have pecooliar views," agreed the doctor. "I was talkin' to him this after " "You WAS!" exclaimed Amanda, a note of chagrin in her voice.
"You ain't a gradyate, neither, are you?" was the president's next question, the inscrutable mystery of the applicant's creed being for the moment dropped. "Why, yes, I thought you knew that. Of Harvard." "Och, that!" contemptuously; "I mean you ain't a gradyate of Millersville Normal?" "No," humbly acknowledged Fairchilds. "When I was young," Mr.
He saw no graceful escape from his difficulty. "Look-ahere, Tillie! If I don't lick this here feller, I'll punish YOU when I get you home!" Tillie saw that she had conquered him, and that the teacher was safe. She loosed her hold of her father's arm and, dropping on her knees beside Fairchilds began quickly to loosen his bonds. Her father did not check her.
"I seen 'em go out up in here!" It was the voice of Absalom. The answer came in the harsh, indignant tones of Mr. Getz. "Next time I leave her go to a Instytoot or such a Columbus Sallybration, she'll stay at HOME! Wastin' time walkin' 'round in the woods with that dude teacher! and on a week-day, too!" Tillie looked up at Fairchilds with an appeal that went to his heart.
"We'll leave it to the Doc to entertain your father," Fairchilds went on; "you will have to leave here with me to-night, Tillie, and as soon as possible, for your father will make trouble for us. We may as well avoid a conflict with him especially for your sake. For myself, I shouldn't mind it!" He smiled grimly.
Fairchilds, while Amanda had the chair at his side. Tillie could see that the young man's eyes rested occasionally upon the handsome, womanly form of her very good-looking cousin Amanda. Men always looked at Amanda a great deal, Tillie had often observed. The fact had never before had any special significance for her. "Are you from Lancaster, or wherever?" the doctor inquired of Mr. Fairchilds.
Richard Fairchilds, a Local Preacher of large intelligence and extensive influence. The Pastor was Rev. Delos Hale, who entered the Conference in 1854. He had shirked duty for several years, and had been known as a reliable business man at Summit. But finally, accepting his responsibilities, he was appointed first to Oak Creek, and then West Bend.
A fascinating little brown curl had escaped from Tillie's cap and lay on her cheek, and she raised her hand to push it back where it belonged, under its snowy Mennonite covering. "Don't!" said Fairchilds. "Let it be. It's pretty!" Tillie stared up at him, a new wonder in her eyes. "In that Mennonite cap, you look like like a Madonna!"
"Tut, tut, Absalom, this is quite enough. Behave yourself, or I shall be obliged to hurt you." "YOU you white-faced, woman-faced mackerel! YOU think you kin hurt me! You " "Now then," Fairchilds again dropped Absalom's hands and picked up from the settee the book which the youth had presented to Tillie. "Here, Absalom, take your 'What a Young Husband Ought to Know' and go home."
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