Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1902-05-30
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Loudon! It's bad enough as It is, but
Z met Kate in the post office yesterday,
and she pretended not to see me-"
Tom HARDWOOD raped the iron from
the plane he was using, and began to
whet it on the oilstsne.
I'm with you, Dorothy" he said,
"but what are you going to do about it?
Father has settled it in his mind that
the major is wrong, and he's going to
law about it down here in Alabama,
just the same as he would back in
New Hampshire. He isn't bitter about,
1t, and he can't see why the major
should be-"
The bright-haired young girl sitting
on the end of the workbench nodded
her head emphatically.
az know" she said. "But the major
As bitter; he'd be untrue to all his tra-
ditions if he wasn't. Going to law with
anybody down here is just like dec
7aration of war. The neighbors take it
up on both sides, and there's no end of
trouble. just look at the Peterses and
the Reeds! They're ready to fly at each
other like cats and dogs all the time"
Tom laughed.
"If it comes to that it will be pretty
one-sided with u.s." he said. 1.-THE
Eoudens used to own the whole valley
before the war, and they set the pace
for nearly everybody in it now. And
as between the blue-blooded old ior
and a despised Yankee farmer, who
persists in plowing deeper than his
neighbors, and making money when
everybody else is losing it"
"Now, Tom. you know that isn't fair.
We couldn't have been treated better
anywhere than we were two years ago,
when we came here with mother sick,
and father discouraged, and every
thing so dreadfully dreary and-and
Sacky. Everybody was just as kind and
thoughtful as could be. They never
asked where we came from, and they
didn't seem to care"
Toms plane was curling long shaw
fngs from the edge of the board, and
he laughed again. He was broad
shouldered young fellow, with reso-
Lutte jaw and unafraid eyes, and laugh
ing came easy to him.
ut costs pet prejudice or two. but
you're right, little sister. There is no
north nor south any more. But that
doesn't help us out of our tangle with
the major"
"No; and it's such little thing-a
foot and half of land on one side of
an old field!"
"A foot and eight inches" Tom cor
rected. "But it's the principle of the
thing with father. He believes he is
right, and he is going to insist on that
foot and eight inches, if it costs us
every friend we have in the valley.
Dorothy's gaze went adrift out of
the workshop window, wandering aim
Sessly until it alighted upon the bent
figure of man digging in a distant
field.
"The dear old pater!" she said, soft
fy, "He is so just and upright that he
has quite forgotten row to be gener-
Gus. If this dispute grows into
ueighborhood quarrel, it will break
mothers heart"
That's so," said Tom; but he had
no helpful suggestion to offer.
The young girl slipped down from
her perch on the bench and went into
the sweet May sunshine. She was a
born peacemaker, and the threatened
trouble made her heart ache. There
were two young people at the great
house on the knoll-thS majors grand
chiidren-and everything had been so
pleasant and happy until the boundary
dispute had halved the appe of di4-
cord between the two families.
And row she knew that Kate Loudon
and her brother would have TO be
loyal to their grandfather: end there
would be no more quartctte picnics
TO the "Pocket," nor carryall drives to
Nick-a-Jack cave, nor Sunday evening
hymn-singings around the old-fash-
toned grand piano in the Louden draw
ing-room. And her mother would have
TO be told; and the neighbors would
take sides-against them, as Tom said;
and the whole affair was altogether too
miserable even to contemplate.
Her gaze went afield again, and
sought and found the STOPPING figure
in the distance. She thought IL was
her father, and went around through
xLs orchard and out into the lane,