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"I met Stephen to-night for the first time in a week," said Mr. Wiley.

"He kind o' keeps out o' my way lately. He's goin' to drive his span

into Portland tomorrow mornin' and bring Rufus home from the hospital

Sunday afternoon. The doctors think they've made a success of their job,

but Rufus has got to be bandaged up a spell longer. Stephen is goin' to

join the drive Monday mornin' at the bridge here, so I'll get the latest

news o' the boy. Land! I'll be turrible glad if he gets out with his

eyesight, if it's only for Steve's sake. He's a turrible good fellow,

Steve is! He said something to-night that made me set more store by him

than ever. I told you I hedn't heard an unkind word ag'in' Rose sence

she come home from Boston, an' no more I hev till this evenin: There

was two or three fellers talkin' in the post-office, an' they didn't

suspicion I was settin' on the steps outside the screen door. That Jim

Jenkins, that Rose so everlastin'ly snubbed at the tavern dance, spoke

up, an' says he: 'This time last year Rose Wiley could 'a' hed the

choice of any man on the river, an' now I bet ye she can't get nary

one.'

"Steve was there, jest goin' out the door, with some bags o' coffee an'

sugar under his arm.

"'I guess you're mistaken about that,' he says, speakin' up jest like

lightnin'; 'so long as Stephen Waterman's alive, Rose Wiley can have

him, for one; and that everybody's welcome to know.'

"He spoke right out, loud an' plain, jest as if he was readin' the

Declaration of Independence. I expected the boys would everlastin'ly

poke fun at him, but they never said a word. I guess his eyes flashed,

for he come out the screen door, slammin' it after him, and stalked by

me as if he was too worked up to notice anything or anybody. I didn't

foiler him, for his long legs git over the ground too fast for me, but

thinks I, 'Mebbe I'll hev some use for my lemonade-set after all.'"

"I hope to the land you will," responded Mrs. Wiley, "for I'm about sick

o' movin' it round when I sweep under my bed. And I shall be glad if

Rose an' Stephen do make it up, for Wealthy Ann Brooks's gossip is too

much for a Christian woman to stand."

HOUSEBREAKING

Where was the pale Rose, the faded Rose, that crept noiselessly down

from her room, wanting neither to speak nor to be spoken to? Nobody ever

knew. She vanished forever, and in her place a thing of sparkles and

dimples flashed up the stairway and closed the door softly. There was a

streak of moonshine lying across the bare floor, and a merry ghost, with

dressing-gown held prettily away from bare feet, danced a gay fandango

among the yellow moonbeams. There were breathless flights to the open

window, and kisses thrown in the direction of the River Farm. There were

impressive declamations at the looking-glass, where a radiant creature

pointed to her reflection and whispered, "Worthless little pig, he

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