In a Little Town

her a fellow-sufferer who upheld him with her love in all his terrors. She was everything tha

swift or too rough. She saw a good man, who could not fight because he could not slash and trample and loot. She saw what

ul. His torment was the remorse of proving a traitor to his dead uncle's glory. The feather-dustery that had been a monument was about to topple into the weeds. Eddie

gine ways and means-he knew nothing of the ropes of finance. He was like a farmer with a scythe against sharpsh

he walk. The squeal of the gate as he shoved through sounded like a groan from his own heart. He closed the gate after him with the g

set a bowl of petunias in front of him. He loved the homely little flowers in their calico finery, like farmers' daughters at a picnic. Their cheap and al

ers-by and theirs from her, when she caught a glimpse of Luella Thickins coming along, giggling with the banker's so

brought a shriek from its old rheumatic hinge, and was permitted to swing shut with an unheeded smack. Ellaphine feared it was somebody coming with the

voice: "Pheeny! Pheeny, hon

em. Eddie lifted her up and pushed his glowing

son, who were just sauntering about, exchanged glances of disgust at the indeco

unbonnet! The bigger it