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Updated: June 1, 2025
She and Cora, turning into Grand from Winnebago Street, would make for the post office. Then down the length of Grand with a leaping glance at Schroeder's corner before they reached it. Yes, there they were, very clean-shaven, clean-shirted, slick-looking. Tessie would have known Chuck's blond head among a thousand. An air of studied hauteur and indifference as they approached the corner.
"Aw, say, Tessie, I didn't mean why, say you don't suppose why, believe me, I pretty near busted out cryin' when I saw the Junction eatin' house when my train came in. And I been thinking of you every minute. There wasn't a day " "Tell that to your swell New York friends. I may be a hick but I ain't a fool." She was near to tears. "Why, say, Tess, listen! Listen!
Once, when the post-office clerk emerged from the drug-store, Tessie pulled her hat down until the pin at back tugged viciously in her coil of black hair. That clerk might recognize her, and her folks surely called for mail occasionally. But the clerk never raised his head, as Gyp sauntered along, and it was a relief to make sure that her new and different outfit was a complete disguise.
The soft, sweet air of young summer wafted from the flowery vines, caressed her pretty face as she stared out of the low window into the velvet night, and she was glad, so glad she had sent those roses! "If only I could have returned that badge!" she pondered; "why did Tessie run off with it!"
"You were in it," she said, "so perhaps you might know something about it." "Tessie! Tessie!" I protested, "don't you dare flatter by saying that you dream about me!" "But I did," she insisted; "shall I tell you about it?" "Go ahead," I replied, lighting a cigarette. Tessie leaned back on the open window-sill and began very seriously.
And Baird had spoken of the Montague girl as his leading lady quite as if he were a star. And seventy-five dollars a week! A sum Gashwiler had made him work five weeks for. Now he had something big to write to his old friend, Tessie Kearns. She might spread the news in Simsbury, he thought. He contrived a close-up of Gashwiler hearing it, of Mrs. Gashwiler hearing it, of Metta Judson hearing it.
The little pop-eyed man told her, “You go on home!” and off she went. “But he tell me that once more I no come back again,” said Tessie, her cheeks very red. I begin to get the “class feeling”—to understand a lot of things I wanted to know first hand. In the first place, there is no thought ever, and I don't see in that factory how there can be, for the boss and his interests. Who is he?
Tessie was frightened, she was panic stricken! The whole situation was becoming more and more dangerous! She was using an assumed name, she had run away from home, she had deceived the girl scouts, had sold their tickets and oh, what would she do now if Frank should tell that officer! Just in time to don her black dress and white cap, Tessie reached the Osborne home.
They went walking down by the river to Oneida Springs, and drank some of the sulphur water that tasted like rotten eggs. Tessie drank it with little shrieks and shudders and puckered her face up into an expression indicative of extreme disgust. "It's good for you," Chuck said, and drank three cups of it, manfully.
It's a merit medal," she had declared almost before she realized what she was about. "Oh, a real merit badge?" asked Jacqueline. "Not really a genuine badge of merit? Those are all registered and can only be used by the original owners." "I'll show you," agreed Tessie, and now there was no turning back.
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