tON itself is dreary; not muill, treet only a urdays tenants from talk and trade. Oto is far off aranged from all ot train stop is Society City, and te Bus Lines use ters    and rae .

        If you reet on an August afternoon tsoever to do. t building, in ter of toely and leans so far to t t it seems bound to collapse at any mi it a curious, cracked look t is very puzzling until you suddenly realize t at oime, and long ago, t side of t porced, and part of t ting    unfinision of tely deserted.    boarded; sometimes iernoon    its    a ter and a face o is a face like terrible dim faces knoo be exc gaze of grief. t tters are dosed once more, and as likely as not t be anoto be seen along treet. t afternoons -- o do; you migo ten to the    gang.

        oables reamers from tris, great gaturday nig t responsible for ty of t in tory of terrible cer o toer a long term iiary, caused ruin, and t on    it is still remembered.

        t al ore t carried mostly feed, guano, and staples su to tore sed a still t t liquor in ty. Sall    s and brus ense, y. S    sliged    Miss Amelia cared notary person. racted in ty -- it range and dangerous marriage, lasting only for ten days, t left toen s ly guarding till.

        itterlins and sausage in toumn days, ss ely flavored. S tore in only tering. It    Miss Amelia    at ease. People, u be taken into t to sometable. So t t Miss Amelia o make money out of tgages on crops and property, a sa    for    failing, and t s. Ster litigation over just a trifle. It    if Miss Amelia so mucumbled over a ro tinctively as to sue about it. Aside from ts seady life and every day o cil t Miss Amelia y years old.

        It o evening in April. t. t spring promised     s. Doory , and t, steady    o o make love. Or    to sit quietly and pick a guitar, or simply to rest alone and t all. treet t evening ed, but Miss Amelias store umpy MacPy, purplisop step e imid person le manners and nervous tom step. Miss Amelia ood leaning against t crossed in ts, patiently untying knots in a rope s talked for a long time.

        One of t to speak. "I see somet; he said.

        "A calf got loose," said her.

        till too distant to be clearly seen. ted srees along t spring grass mingled he near-by lagoon.

        "No. Its somebodys youngun," said Stumpy MacPhail.

        Miss Amelia c do tinued until a voice called out and     until te close,    from t t had e.

        tranger, and it is rare t a stranger eo at t    tall and y coat t reaco tle legs seemed too to carry t of     sat on    blue eyes and a stle mout and sassy -- at t    and tcase h a rope.
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