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Read, Opie Percival, 1852-1939

"The Starbucks"

"
Old Jasper shook as if with a chill. "We know it, an' that's enough," he
replied.
The wagon, directed by Foster, turned into a darker street, into an
alley, and drew up in front of a building black in the dusk. The old
man's legs were so stiffened that they had to help him out and
rheumatically he walked through the portals of stone-walled disgrace.
Into a cell they turned him, and when the bolt grated, he leaped from
the rock beneath his feet, leaped as he had when he struck Peters; and
then into a corner he sank with a groan.
The two boys were given the liberty of a long corridor, and up and down
they walked, light of foot, in reverence for the dejected man behind the
bars.


CHAPTER XXII.
CAME TO WEEP.

Old Mrs. Barker, true to instinct, hastened to put on her saddest
bonnet, kept in an old chest at the demand of funerals, and with all
speed set out for the afflicted home. Margaret was feeding the chickens
when this consoling stimulator of grief arrived, and what little sun was
left, immediately went down.


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