A gentle pioneer : $b Being the story of the early days in the new westBlanchard, Amy Ella
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A gentle pioneer : $b Being the story of the early days in the new west
Blanchard, Amy Ella
Frontier and pioneer life -- Ohio River Valley -- Juvenile fiction
“You are not afraid of having such a disagreeable neighbor?”
Parker gave a little amused smile. “Whom do you mean, you or your
mother?”
Agnes smiled, too. “So you do count on our being your neighbors in
spite of what Hump Muirhead says?”
“I certainly do.”
“But you must not take any risks on our account,” Mrs. Kennedy was
quick to say.
“But he saved Honey’s life,” Agnes remarked.
“You mean Jimmy O’Neill saved Honey.”
“But you saved both. Doesn’t Hump Muirhead know that?”
“What a disrespectful way to speak of your uncle,” laughed Parker.
“What will your mother think?”
“That I’ve neither wish nor right to show him the respect he does not
command. But doesn’t he know about your saving Honey?” she persisted.
“No, if you call it that.”
“I do. Oh, mother--” she checked herself; she would not for the world
praise him for his bravery lest one or the other should suspect how
pleased she was to do it. “Did you see Honey, the dear baby?” she
asked, giving a turn to the subject.
“No, I saw only the man himself; I met him on the road.”
“Do you know, I have a baby brother, only a little younger than Honey,
and I had never seen him before mother came.”
“I am glad you have some one to fill Honey’s place, and some one from
whom you will not have to part. She was very loath to give up her
little cousin,” he told Mrs. Kennedy.
“Agnes always was a great hand for the little ones,” Mrs. Kennedy
replied.
“And you must have missed her sadly when she left you for this raw
country.”
“I missed her, yes.” The mother’s eyes rested fondly on the girl,
and Parker’s followed the look. He wondered if the mother noted how
becoming was that soft blue and how the plain little gown brought out
the color of the girl’s eyes.
“What did you say about the will?” Agnes asked, eager for more
information.
“I told him that the will would be entered for probate, and that your
mother would claim her own.”
“What did he say to that?”
“He insisted that he must see the will and that he would take no
man’s word for it. I promised him that I would bring it with me for
his satisfaction, and Jimmy has intrusted it to me. It will be all
right in time. I shall not show it to him except in the presence of
witnesses. There may be some trouble about getting possession, for
Muirhead, on account of his long residence out here, has been able to
gather about him rather a lawless set of followers, and they may try
to do something to prevent peaceable possession; but in the end there
must be enough of your friends to see justice done. You have not come
to a very law-abiding neighborhood, so far as these backwoodsmen are
concerned, Mrs. Kennedy, but the country is settling up very fast, and
there are enough men of good standing here now who will not allow any
irregularities.”
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