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Even if his services had been greatly desired he could not have given them for long. He could not have stood that place. This was a new phase of his mental condition. Work almost anywhere in Middleville would be like that in Manton's. Could he stand work at all, not only in a physical sense, but in application of mind? He began to worry about that.
That would have been nothing.... Daren, this this time I it was a lady!" gasped Pepper. "Oh, say now, Pepper not really?" queried Lane, incredulously. "It was. And a lady I I admire very much." "Who?" "Miss Amanda Hill." "The schoolteacher? Nice little woman like that! Pepper, why couldn't you pick on one of these Middleville gossips or society dames?"
Fanchon swears no nice girl in Middleville will ever dance that new camel-walk dance in public again." "What did Daren say?" demanded Margaret, with eyes lighting. "I was standing with Helen, and Fanchon when Daren came up. He looked I don't know how just wonderful. We all knew something was doing.
She was a bright-eyed girl, with freckles on her smiling face, and the expression of a daring, vivacious and happy spirit and acknowledged to be the best dancer and most popular girl in Middleville. Her dress, while not to be compared with her friends' costumes in costliness, yet was extreme in the prevailing style.
Between you and me, Lane, that young millionaire is going a pace hereabouts. Listen," he went on, lowering his voice, and glancing round to see there was no one to overhear him, "there's a gambling club in Middleville. I go there. My rooms are in the same building. I've made a peep-hole through the attic floor next to my room. Do I see more things than cards and bottles?
"Chief, if you're an honest officer you'll admit Middleville needs some queer things done." Bell gazed doubtfully at Lane. "Smith, search the rooms," he ordered, addressing his patrolman. "We were alone here," spoke up Lane. "And I advise you to hurry those wounded veterans to a hospital in the rear." Swann showed signs of recovering consciousness. Bell bent over him a moment.
He wouldn't give up trying to get money from the government back money owed him, he swore and the idea of being turned down at home seemed to obsess him. I talked and cussed myself weak. No good! Red beat it soon after that beat it from Middleville on a freight train. And I never heard a word from him.... Not a word...." "Blair, can't you see it Red's way?" queried Lane, sadly.
It was the glance of a man who had strong aversion to the class Lane represented, but who was fair-minded and just, and not without sympathy. "That's too bad, Lane. You're a young man.... The war hit us all, I guess," he said, and at the last, sighed heavily. "It's been a long pull Blair Maynard and I were the first to enlist, and we left Middleville almost immediately," went on Lane.
Darkness overtook him on the bridge that spanned Middleville River. He leaned over the railing and peered down into the shadows. A soft murmur of rushing water came up. How like strange distant voices calling him to go back or go on, or warning him, or giving mystic portent of something that would happen to him there!
But for the majority we common soldiers were merely beasts of burden, dogs to drive. This captain of whom I speak was a padded shape shirker from the front line a parader of his uniform before women. And he is that to-day a chaser of women girls girls of fifteen.... Yet he has the adulation of Middleville while Daren Lane is an outcast.... My God, is there no justice?
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