The Place Beyond the Winds by Harriet T. (Harriet Theresa) Comstock
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"Well, there!"
At this Priscilla started, gave a light laugh, and readjusting her yoke, walked down to the young fellow below. "It's Jerry-Jo," she said slowly, still held by the change in him; "and alone!" "Yes." Jerry-Jo gave a gleaming smile that showed all his strong, white teeth--long, keen teeth they were, like the fangs of an animal. "Where are the others?" asked Priscilla. "Uncle's dead," the boy returned promptly and cheerfully; "dead, and a good thing. He was getting cranky." Priscilla started back as if the mention of death on that glorious day cast a cloud and a shadow. "And your father, Jerry-Jo, is he, too, dead?" "No. Dad, he is in jail!" "In--jail!" Never in her life before had Priscilla known of any one being in Kenmore jail. The red, wooden house behind its high, stockade fence was at once the pride and relic of the place. To have a jail and never use it! What more could be said for the peaceful virtues of a community? "Yes. Dad's in jail and in jail he will stay, says he, till them as put him there begs his pardon humble and proper." |
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