Rose of Old Harpeth by Maria Thompson Daviess
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can help me hold on for 'em? I don't matter."
"We'll never let it go, Uncle Tuck, never!" answered Rose Mary passionately as she pressed her cheek closer to his arm. "I don't know why I know, but we are going to have it as long as they--and you, _you_ need it--and I'm going to die here myself," she added with a laughing sob as she shook two tears out of her lashes and looked up at him with adorning stars in her eyes. "It's as He wills, daughter," answered Uncle Tucker quietly as he laid a tender hand on the dark braids resting against his shoulder. "It isn't wrong for us to go on keeping it if we can jest pay the interest to our friend--pay it to the day. That is the only thing that troubles me. We must not fall behind and--" "Oh, but honey-sweet, let me tell you, let me tell you!" exclaimed Rose Mary with shining eyes, "I've got just lots of money, more than twenty dollars, nearly twice more. I've saved it just in case we did need it for this or--or--or any other thing," she added hastily, not willing to disclose her tooth project even to Uncle Tucker's sympathetic ear. Uncle Tucker's large eyes brightened with relief for a second and then clouded with a mist of tears. "What were you saving it for, child?" he asked with a quaver in his sweet old voice, and his hand clasped hers more closely. "You don't ever have what pretty women like you want and need, and that's what grinds down on me most hardest of all. You are young and--and mighty beautiful, and looks like it's wrong for you to lay down yourself for |
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