The Argosy, March 1907 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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Se a et se 4 en ise” ad is again Ss fell” = sobbing. “In his poor state of health, and with the enmity of these peo- ple against him, it seems almest useless for him to attempt to get a position here. ae And yet, where else can we go?” Nor did her gloomy —forebodings prove exaggerated. Rossmore turned as deaf an ear to the petition of the father ’ ' = as it had to that of the son. No busi- ~ ness house, office, or store in the whole a _ town would touch either of them with a = __ten-foot pole. What was going to be- ae nd Pa? come of them all was growing to be a The day before Gardiner’s departure he - chanced to encounter Phoebe Stonefield on the street, and although he would have passed her by with a mere stiff nod of recognition, she forced him to stop and speak to her. -.. She was evidently embarrased. for it was the first time they had met since the episode at the schoolhouse, but she held her head up bravely while she bade him _ good-by. *““T cannot tell you how sorry I am, Gardiner,’ her voice faltering a little, _ “that we shall have no chance to make es = up to you for all those horrid things we ieee ead while you were at the eaten and serious question. i Bese, - At this juncture, however, Mr. a heard of a little sawmill for. sale up in the hills back of his old home, and in _ default of any better opening decided to buy it in. It was a precarious venture at ae the best, for the savings were small and he would be compelled to borrow al- -_- most the entire amount for his purchase, ee but he calculated that with Gardiner’ $ ee aid he might be able to grind out a _ Accordingly, the mill was bought, and two weeks later, all preparations having ~~ been completed, the family were ready to move to their new home. =e No one in Rossmore took much inter- _ est in their leaving. The Davises, in gece: the expressive slang phrase, were “ dead = ones ” so far as that community was con- = cerned, for, like the rest of the world, -. it had small sympathy to waste upon - those who had been shoved aside in the _———s procession. There was one exception, however. should is wish him luck? Ee ee I Bat aes you’ IL — all the good luck there is in your new home.” By this time Gardiner was blushing _— and fluttering even more than the girl. ee -“ Oh, Phoebe,” ‘he stammered, “ sons es don’t know how you are making me ashamed of that beastly speech of mine! To think that you could ever forgive it, = = and even consent to wish me luck for oe = the future! =. pee ee | ” His voice trembled and ae broke as he clasped the hand she had out- a8 stretched to him. ‘“ Your kindness more =e = than makes up to me all that was done ae by, the others, for you have no right to oe take any blame upon your shoulders,” | forgetting in his exuberance that un- aie lucky tumble into the pond. “And [T — ~— age want to tell you, Phoebe’’—eagerly— “that I am going to show the people around here that I’m not the num- skull they think me. When I come back S here again—— ” aos But just then George Burns turned Ss the corner and halted in surprise at the es sight of these two shaking hands. He ey paid no attention to Davis further than = to bestow a black scowl in his direction, = but he came directly up to Phoebe and aes took her arm in masterful fashion. SS ' “Come on,” he urged. ‘ The crowd =< is all ready to go coasting over on Round 3 Top, and we have been looking every- iA ee is ¢ 5 . ato t, oe ~~ where for you.” | s ss well,” she assented; “I am se But before she left she turned to eae Gardiner and once more placed her hand — ‘‘ Good-by again, Gardiner,” she said ; eee ‘and remember, [ wish you the very best of luck.” Bee He stood there watching her as she 2328 tripped off down the street, his face still = glowing, a sparkle of happiness in his se shy, wistful eyes. eae Even Burns’s contemptuous fling, a which was borne back to him upon the Lane breeze, could not dampen his jubilant — “Well, you are a softy,” the magnate’s son was angrily chiding his companion. = “Not satisfied with letting that vicious cur snap at you as he did, you deliber- — ately go out of your way to pat him on 2 the head and say ‘ Good doggie.’ Why