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Wh ee » ry se . Se. wv. -* ha all mae Pal ( , Y z 1 rs - Se r Te oe” , ' ” r ‘ *, f«§ aor. wee - - 4 ‘ e ~ al eh *y . ‘ ae 54 GOSSIP—EVERLEIGH ANTECEDENTS. My Myra was nurse there once; and Myra has a wonderful knack of hearing; she can hear through the thickest doors. And so, while she was toting them children about, she used to hear some pretty queer things. Roscoe Everleigh used to have such spells, he was so fiery. If anything went a bit wrong, he’d fly into a passion and abuse everybody he came across, always excepting Margery Gresham. Whenever she came upon him in one of his furies he'd look et as though © he thought he was caught. ‘“Once Roscoe Everleigh had a fuss with Philip Bryce. He had been out hunting, and was coming home through the orchard, with his gun on his shoulder, when he came across Philip. He was out o’ sorts, and someway he got to high words with Philip, and threatened to shoot him. Mira was down there with Nora, and at the first words, scared amost out o her wits, she set Nora down in the clover, and scampered off up to the house, and burst in upon Margery Gresham, hollering that Mr. Everleigh was, going to shoot Philip Bryce. ‘‘Margery never asked a single question, only where were they, and flinging down her work, tore away like mad to the orchard, followed by Myra. Philip was trying to soothe him down, and apologizing for what he hadn’t done, and Everleigh was a switching his gun about, and a pranc- -ing up and down for all the world hke a mad bull. ‘“At sight o’ Margery Gresham, he stopped as quick as though he'd been shot, and turning as white as a sheet, he — dropped his gun right down there. Philip just made a bow and took himself off. glad of the chance. Myra said Miss Margery stood there a good bit, drawing her breath hard, and bitin’ her lips to keep the words back. At last she kind o’ jerked out: “Vou 'll kill somebody some day, you madman!’ comicbook