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Bacheller, Irving, 1859-1950

"Darrel of the Blessed Isles"


"He never will, probably."
"Who employed the widow?"
"Nobody knows," said the sister Serene. "Before she left town she
had a check cashed, an' it come from Riley Brooke. Some think
Martha Vaughn herself knows all about it. Sh-h-h! there goes
Sidney Trove."
"Ain't he splendid looking?" said she with the beads.
Ruth Tole had opened the door, and they were now observing the
street and those who were passing in it.
"One of these days there'll be some tall love-making up there at
the Widow Vaughn's," said she that was called Lize.
"Like to be behind the door"--this from her with the beads.
"I wouldn't," said the sister Serene.
"No, you wouldn't!"
"I'd rather be up next to the young man." A merry laugh, and then a
sigh from the sister Lize, who looked a bit dreamy and began to
tickle her head with a knitting-needle.
"What are you sighing for?" said she with the beads,
"Oh, well," said the other, yawning, "it makes me think o' the time
when I was a girl."
"Look! there's Jeanne Brulet,"--it was a quick whisper.
They gathered close and began to shake their heads and frown. Now,
indeed, they were as the Fates of old.
"Look at her clothes," another whispered.


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