Wild Youth, Volume 1.

istinctly original-a few so original as to be almost bizarre. The general intelligence was high, and this made the place alert for the new observer. It slept with one eye open; it waked wit

o called because he was young-looking when he first came to the place, who represented Askatoon in the meridian of its intellect, at the other-had sudden paralysis. That was the outstanding feature of Askatoon. Some places made a noise and flun

idable engagement in another world, left to his next of kin, with a legacy to another kinsman a little farther off. The next of kin had proved to be Joel Mazarine, from

re with others. With the assistance of a bad cook and a constant spleen caused by resentment against the intervention of his priest, good Father Roche, he finished his career wi

train and was greeted by the Mayor, who was one of the executors of Michael Turley's will, a shiver passed through Askatoon, an

Mazarine. Shake hands

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truth of a danger far off with an unshakable certainty, the

" growled Jonas Billings, the

y, as though a spirit of repugnance was in his heart. This happened during the first years of the Young Doctor's career at Askatoon, when he was still alive with human prejudices, although he had a nature we

ch other. That was a real achievement in knowledge, because Mazarine was certainly sixty-five if he was a day, and his wife was a slim, willowy slip of a girl, not more than nineteen years of age, with the most wonderful Irish blue eyes and long dark lashes. There was nothing of the wife or woman about her, save something in

ng-as though it answered many a question and took the place of words and the trials of the tongue. It was pitifully mechan

r an abashed pause. "We're proud of this town

as though she glanced apprehensively out of the corn

out here, so we needn't get in each other's way...

gruesome jealousy of this old man at her side. The Mayor's polite words had caused the long, clean-shaven upper lip of the old man with the look of a d

oice that seemed to force its way through b

pped forward, the Young Doctor could not help noticing how large and hairy were the ears that stood far out from the devilish head. It was a huge, steel-twisted, primitive man, who somehow gave the impression of a gorilla.

stopped the incongruous pair as they moved to the s

for more in Askatoon than anybody else; Doctor, you'v

e girl with only a friendly politeness in his glance, he felt a sudden eager, clinging clasp of her fingers. It was like lightning, and gone like lightning, as was the look that flashed between them. Somehow the girl instinctively felt the nature of the man, and in spirit flew to him for protection. No one saw the swift look, and in it there was nothing which spoke of youth or heart

rs. Skinner, with huge hips and gra

gripping tighter the hand of her little child, the dau

another mothe

d Ellen Banner, a sour-faced shopkeeper's daughter, who had t

he saw the two drive away, Patsy Kernaghan running beside the wag