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The jug of maple sirup which the easy ways of village life had permitted Hillbrook's foremost citizen to carry home from the store was not there.
I thought I was passing Deemer's store; it was open and lit up--that is what I thought; of course it is never open now.
The estate of Silas Deemer being in the hands of an administrator who had thought it best to dispose of the "business" the store had been closed ever since the owner's death, the goods having been removed by another "merchant" who had purchased them en bloc.
On the sidewalk at the side of Winney's Dry Goods Store where there was a high board fence covered with circus pictures, he stopped whistling and stood perfectly still in the darkness, attentive, listening as though for a voice calling his name.
All night in the Blue Light Drug Store he waited at his duties for chance news of the tragedy, but none came.
as he stepped out of the store who but Chunk McGowan sprang from a passing street car and grasped his hand--Chunk McGowan with a victor's smile and flushed with joy.
Boggs rode off blackguarding Sher- burn as loud as he could yell, all down the street; and pretty soon back he comes and stops before the store, still keeping it up.
They took Boggs to a little drug store, the crowd pressing around just the same, and the whole town following, and I rushed and got a good place at the window, where I was close to him and could see in.
The stores and houses was most all old, shackly, dried up frame con- cerns that hadn't ever been painted; they was set up three or four foot above ground on stilts, so as to be out of reach of the water when the river was over- flowed.
Meanwhile Melanthius was again going to the store room to fetch more armour, but the swineherd saw him and said to Ulysses who was beside him, "Ulysses, noble son of Laertes, it is that scoundrel Melanthius, just as we suspected, who is going to the store room.
Throw him into the store room and make the door fast behind you; then fasten a noose about his body, and string him close up to the rafters from a high bearing-post, {172} that he may linger on in an agony."
But since we pass right by zis store, where is such beautiful silk--"
Within the half hour we stopped again--in front of another silk store. We were angry; but the doctor was always serene, always smooth-voiced.
He re-entered the log-house and set about counting up the stores as if nothing else existed.
The ebb has made a good while; our stores should be uncovered.