Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-01-18
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Through the cloud Of dust Nancy
had caught a glimpse of a pair of
merry eyes set deep in a face as
brown as the dark shirt. the man
wore. Turning impulsively in her
seat she noticed. with an unexplain-
head of the rider was exceptionally
we'll shaped and covered with short
curly hair. Then. to her sudden dis
ccmfiture, the rider wheeled directly
in the road and pulled his horse up
short.
It was, Of course, because he was
the first real person she a seen on
this big lonely Island that prompted
her to nod aver so slightly in response
ed discreetly back to Webb.
WHO is hep" she asked. in what
she tried to make an Indifferent tone.
Peter Hyde an as nice. a young
fellar as ever come to Freedom!
Amt been here much more'n a week
and knows everybody. He's old man
Judson's hired man and he's goin' to
make .somethin' of that ten-acre strip
of Judson's some day or my name
amt Cyrenus Webb!"
"Judson's nired MANI cried Nancy,
chagrined. What would Anne think
of her-to have recognized, even in
the slightest degree, the impertinence
Of this fellow! Her face burned at
the thought.
Seems to have a 10, or ,earnin' but
he's awful simple like and a hustler.
from-jes' dropped by out of some
advertisement old Judson put in the
papers up Burlington way" -
Tell me more about Freedona"
broke in Nancy with dignity. us it a
very old placer
wal. it's jest as ola as this Island,
though I amt much on readin' or
proud of the hui Island and B'lindy
sez as how it's printed that folks set
tied here long fore anyone. exceptin'
the Indians, yer heard of Manhat-
tan Island whar New York is. Used
to be French first round here but
they didn't stay long, and then the
English come down fore the Revolu-
ton and the Leavitts with them. I
guess. This here Islands famed fur
old Jonathan. thet works up at Hap
py House, is a connection of his. All
the folks round here's related some
way or other to them pi'neers and !
guess If we he'd to put up a fight now
we'd do it jest as brave al therl
Green Mountain Boys! The old
snAthy's been standln' on the four
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years and the meetin' house facin'
the commons. Blindy seq. is older
than the smithy. And up the Leavitt
road thar's a tablet these here Daugh-
tiers of somethin' or other from
Montpelier put up for some pi'neers
that died fghtin' the Indians while
their women folks set off in boats for
the mainland. I heard B'lindy tell
that at the last social down at the
nteetin' house, I ca1'1ate I'm Of
them pi'neers were Leavitts. at that,
fur it want long before that the pref
ty lady came who he'd the name built
in the mantel. B'llndy knows-she
can tell jes' what day the pretty lady
come and the very room she died in.
B'lindy was born In the old house and
she and Miss Sabriny growed up like
sisters though B'lindy's a good sight
younger and spryer like than Miss
Sabriny!"
From the warmth Of his tone Nam
cy guessed that there was a weak
spot in Webb's heart for B'lindy.
Tell me more about B'lindy," she
asked. softly.
wal. II you JUS take a bit of adj
vice from an old man you be purity
nice to .BIindy! Folks ser that Miss
sabriny's high and .mightfer than the
worst Leayitt, and they're a mighty
proud lot, but I JUS got q notion that
the only person who runs Miss Sa-
briny ID Blindy and I sOr o. think
she runs the. hui or HAPPY House!
And now here 1 am q gOsspinb 80 with
Q pretty passenger raj / clean Iur-
got 70 leave on that chicken wire for
Jenkins. Whoa; there, whoa. ! sayin
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