Jane Journeys On

aiting for-the one which sent the color mounting gladly in his lean cheeks. It was

and Scarle

work! Steadily, sanely,

I do believe I'd have landed on that stern and rock-bound coast, but I went over to the flesh pots instead. Now I have made a stern and rock-bound compact with myself. I'm not coming back to New York, and you are not to write me a line, until I've

ay-was like a fast and furious game of tennis under a

heir tales behind them, but one day I shall hear a jubilant note in the klip-klup of Lizzie's hoofs and Uncle Robert wi

reak, and the sh

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o the chambermaid, and to throw them into his waste-paper basket, but this time, after his third perusal, instead of destroying it he put it away in his worn

t was as if she had opened the heart of her mind further than she meant to do, a

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I happened to glance up and see his eyes. He's been following his beloved vagabond about in his heart, you see. So I tried to create a circus for him-the round rag rug was the sawdust ring, the steaming kettle was the ca

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old maid on the wharf at Bath told me about them and advised me to have the woman do my washing, but warned me that I should have to c

very ingeniously burnt it for fuel while they were living in it,-first the partitions in the second story, then the floor, then the stairs, then the downstairs walls and doors. Wasn't that clever of him? No

eer if I do-but I wunt fetch'n kerry fer nobuddy!" Since when I have myself fetched and carried my garments, and they are rapidly taking on the tinge of prevailing Island grayness. The L.D.W.'s are gentle and gay, and they love Dan'l and

their only lavish luxury!) and allowed she didn't mind, if I was a mind to fetch it down to the graveyard corner some night after dusk. Every human being in Three Meadows has seen

Lady chariot drivers and spotted clowns and strange beasts swarm through the prim, gray f

ke a riverful of beavers. The best story I

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es

octor is right about that, but oh, that wretched rover! Dan'l makes loyal excuses for him

Dan'l is breaking his heart." He nodded. "Well," I went on, "I mean to make up a letter a

thundered. "I'm a plain man, sinful, Adam's seed as

ssured him. "I'll do the whole thing. You see

a lie, neith

d my grief over Dan'l to be fine and mad at his father. I looked him stra

Land t' goodness," he regarded me mournfully, "don't we have to

etly, "I don't have a bit of trouble being

stead, he roared, "We are as prone t

ty plan. Oh, Michael, if you could have seen the poor thing! Her knees fairly gave way under her and she sank into a chair and put her apron over her head. I said, "I thought if you were willing, perhaps the Deacon-" but she cried out, "No, no! One time the oldes' boy,

activity, but I hate the Deacon with a husky, hearty, healthy hate and it has a ton

th perfectly

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a line in length and a coolly typed line, but even

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navy blue, my nose magenta. The world is bleak and bare, indoors and out. Dan'l grows hourly weaker, but he b

ierce. "Ef I had that varmint h

eously, and so determinedly, like a fakir. He feels he must speed the parting soul with the Scriptures and he reads terrifying things about weird beasts,-lion-mouthed leopards with feet lik

I want to put a warm, tangible lie into his thin little claws before he goes.... Uncle Robert has "

een death so close before, and

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wearing my suit over a wrapper of faded red calico, but there was

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d this carbon to you. Now will you write and tell me if you like it? Honestly! (I know I said I didn't want you to write me until I had landed a story there, but all this grief an

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her; this morning he carried S.A.B.B. upstairs with

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gh, but there are things I m

e house and upstairs. The Deacon was praying aloud, a terrible, cast-iron prayer, and Angelique was sobbing and S.A.B.B. was

into my room and shut the door and stood with my back against it. My teeth were

ered, "I wunt bear false witness

oward," I said, "all you can think of is your sour old self! If you loved him-if you knew the first faint beginning of love-" I snatched up the letter I had addressed to

s lean old wallet. "Wait! Here's

eyes. "Look a-here, Dan'l! Look a-here, boy! Here's your money! Here's your money, D

right to trust and believe in him! He was grateful!"-and I held the envelop

iest fraction in glad pride. "I ... knew ..." He just barely breathed it, Michael, and then he sor

the Deacon said, "Loose him an' let him go, Angerlee

e gentle, warmed-over summer days and the air was mild and filled with little whispers. I was so happy, Michael Daragh, that in my heart I heard the "harpers harping

cle Robert leaning far forward, laying on the lash. When he saw me he cried

olish, flowing screed which looked as if it had been done up i

e room and gave it to the Deacon and he took it with a great wonder in his ice

e first time that Uncle Robert had given me two ot

in the corner was that of the brown-gowned magazi

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opened first, Michael D