Dorothy Dale : a girl of today by Margaret Penrose
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in the next term of court.
But just as Alice, Tavia, Ralph, and a few sympathizing friends were ready to leave the office Franklin MacAllister, president of the Selectmen of Dalton, and father of Alice, stepped into the place. He had heard of the disturbance, and having power to act in any such emergency, he hurried to the scene. "Well," he exclaimed, seeing his daughter there, "what in the world are you doing here?" "Oh, I made all the trouble," replied Alice, "that is, Tavia and I made it. We were arrested--" "Arrested!" repeated the father, incredulously. "Yes, indeed we were. And Mr. Willoby only stepped in to help us when he got in trouble." Mr. MacAllister talked earnestly to Ralph. Plainly both men were of the same opinion--either Squire Sanders was crazy or he was too old and incompetent to hold office. "What are we going to do with him, Mr. President?" asked one of the men who had the unpleasant duty of standing by and keeping guard over the squire. "Bind him over to keep the peace," replied the president. "Squire Sanders," he called, and thereat every one held his or her breath, "this is a sad predicament to find an officer in. In fact the occurrence is a |
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