Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 41: what you’re looking at

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THE VINDICTIVE FARMER. 38 from the pupils, and who knew that Madge possessed her | father’s violent temper, expressed their conviction of the young | teacher’s justice in language not to be misunderstood, the father of Madge could have gone back to the schoolmaster and, as he expressed himself, “ whipped the life out of him.” As it he contented himself with trying so to control events the place would be uneasy to that degree that Parker would leave to save himself. The latter, however, had managec to forestall the vindictive farmer, and, on this his week of vacation, had secured the vacancy in the large city-school. How bright the little cottage looked to Virginia, now that she was to leave it, perhaps forever! It seemed strange to her that her mother, who had spent so many happy years within the humble walls, should babble her childish pleasure at the prospective change. She was sure the dear old furni- ture would never look as well in any other place—and oh! how she should miss the broad expanse of blue and green! Then she consoled herself with the reflection that Parker . might get a situation, Florida be reconciled, and they could all stay happily together. The city would not be so gloomy then—how could any place seem gloomy and Parker there? . Florida kept her very busy for the rest of the day. There was cream to whip, cake to be made, and various delicacies con- s jured up for the coming festive occasion, so that Virginia had little time for solitary ht before the day was done. \ Phen she threw on her hat, and with heightened color pre- pared for a walk. ~ “ Out on one of your old rambles, I suppose,” said Florida, meeting her at the door. “I beg you won't stay late; it is very damp out, and I have particular reasons for wishing you to be careful of your health.” “ What can she mean ?” queried Virginia, as she ran along the little path that led to the wood. “ Why is she so unusu- ally solicitous about me ? She never was before. It 1s impossible that she knows—it must De. She thinks to make ~ match for me in the city—she is laying her plans accord- . Well, let her plan—I kpow something that will outwit ad. , - ~icomicbooks!com