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Where There's a Will

Chapter 6 THE CONSPIRACY

Word Count: 1403    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

g their hands and say, "What shall we do?" And then if it's a fire and somebody has had enough sense to send for the engi

d sanatorium die so it could sprout wings and fly as a summ

. It shows on what little threads big things hang, for when I saw the storm I gave up the idea of brin

ke, the bath man, coming down through the snow in a tea

e shouted, almost beside himself. And I saw he had his

rub," said I. "He's been having them

en taking them for eleven years and wasn't any better it was time to stop. Ain't busines

's Mr.

I've locked up

if he makes a fuss just send for me. And, Mike," I said, as he

tin god on wheels and the place couldn't get along without me. But it did; it does. We all think we'll leave a bi

e saw Mr. Pierce by the fire-that was his name,

Mr. Pierce jumped up, surprised and pretty

id. "The fact is, I was expecting s

Mr. Pierce. "Under the circumstance

. "You're not unlike him, by the way

watched his face I saw the same thought come into it. He looked Mr. Pierce up and down, and then he stared into the fi

u?" he asked. "How did

gging, too. But I didn't come for my health, unless

ared at him. "By Jove

o remember for the last ten hours was that for two years I voluntarily ate o

r, his hands in his pockets. He tried to

o'clock train is stalled beyond the junction, in a dr

?" sa

choke to death, or-if there was somebody around who looked like Dick. I da

Mr. Pierce. "Well, if he's a

ot Dicky Carter was, and how everybody liked him, but wished he would grow up before the family good name was gone, and that now he had a chanc

nd how he was stranded. When Mr. Sam asked him outright

anyhow I've been on a diet of Sweet Peas so

to his room, with the lights low, and all you'll need to do is to shake hands with him. He's going on the early train to-morrow.

e up in a sleigh, as if he had driven over from Yorkton-he was only to walk across the hall in front of the office, with his coll

d about forty women are crocheting in the lobby, so they'll

ht pret

ept Mrs. Wiggins. She'll never forget him; the last time he was her

groaned. "She's got as

not so good we can't replace her, and what's the use o

he house in an hour," he ob

" I sai

was a touchy person, but I did NOT say all that was quoted. I did NOT say the kitchen was filthy

great to be able to DO something, even if that something is wrong. But as I put on my shawl and turned out the lig

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