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her father and mother, and always
had a trite and hackneyed saying of
a past generation to fit the case of
the moment. To kill a purple moth
was worse in her estimation than
walking under a ladder or seeing a
white horse driven by a girl with au
burn hair on a Friday.
Her husband was too wrathy to
pay more than passing atention to
the killing of an insect
"Accidental, anyhow!" he quieted a
certain respect for the predictions of
his wife by muttering. "There's no
use! Dodd has been setting down on
me hard since he got comfortably
fixed.in a money way, and I'm not go
ing to stand his high and mighty
pride! That's the warning. I pity
those who don't heed it!"
But Post's work was worse than
his bite. His spell of jealousy and re
sentment might have passed by, only
the yery next day in the choice of se
lectmen for the township his neigh
bor, Dodd, was chosen and he was
retired. It was clearly explained to
him that this was done to give the
north district of the township a fair
representation, but Post would not
have it that way.
"Underhand work mean, sneak
ing tactics somewhere!" he insisted
Therewith he no longer spoke to
Dodd when he. met him, and forbade
Nell to keep company with "that
young sprig of smartness; Bob
Once started on a career bolstered
up by unworthy prejudice nd hatred,
the evil elements in the character of
the old man began to hold high sway.
Dodd always bowed to him when
they met, although all he received in
return was a cold stare of indiffer
ence and contempt
One day Post ran to the house in a
great fuss and worry, grabbed up his
gun and made for the brook. He
discovered a small boat ana
jmeone in it, fishing well over on
side of the stream. But when he
led he was ashamed of himself, i
The intruder turned out to be a girl
visitor at the Dodd home.
He was uneasy and unhappy, al
though he tried to appear outwardly
firm and satisfied, the day a big load
of barbed wire and posts arrived.
The brook lined the two farms for
about a hundred rods. That entire
distance Post drove the posts and
strung the barbed wire.
"Hope Dodd enjoys his three feet
of water front!" he chuckled, coming
in to supper. "Where's Nell?" he
asked of his wife, tracing some deep
worry in her patient; worn face.
"I've got bad news for you, Abner,"
replied Mrs. Post gravely.
"So? Well, out with it, and be done
with it What is it?"
"Nell is going to leave home."
"H'm!" muttered Post, glaring un
comfortably, but trying to keep up a
grim, fierce bearing.
"Yes; she is visiting my brother at
Acton for a day or two, and he is
going to get her a position there.
Nell loves us, Abner," added Mrs.
Post, trying hard to keep back the
tejars, "and she won't disobey you,
but she says it will simply break her
-.heart to remain so near the man she
loves, and meet him daily, and pass
him by as if he were a stranger."
A week went by. In two more days
Nell was to leave the home roof. Post
did not unbend. He came in one
evening looking worn and troubled.
The family was absent at the brother
of his wife. A heavy rain had set in.
They would not be home that night
Post, lonely and full of darker
thoughts than ever, recklessly ex
tended the small glass of cordial he
sometimes took to half a dozen.
Soggy and dozing, he went to sleep
on the sofa, forgetting even to drive
in the cattle from a lowland pit
where they browsed all night when
the weather was fair.
It was well on towards morning
when a thundering knock at the door
aroused Post He went there, blink
ing and grumbling, to face his neigh