Children of the rich -- Fiction; Industrialists -- Fiction; Michigan -- Fiction; Political fiction
Jim wondered if the old justice had any ulterior meaning in this
observation. He had arisen early each morning and tramped out into the
country. Sometimes he had been close to admitting to himself that this
was not wholly for the air and exercise. Indeed, he had wondered if
something much more material and human had not been at the root of the
matter. There, for instance, was that young woman whom he had
encountered on top of the knoll. She walked of mornings, too—and she
was an interesting if not attractive individual. She puzzled him. He
even went so far as to be vaguely anxious about her, for her state of
mind had not appealed to him as one conducive to normal and conventional
behavior. He wondered if Zaanan Frame knew of that encounter, or knew of
that subsequent meeting—and passing—a week later when Miss Ducharme
had come face to face with him at a turn of the road and had gone by
with nothing to indicate she was aware of his existence except a
scornful flash of her black eyes.
“Somebody was sayin’,” he heard Zaanan observe, “that the Widder
Stickney had a spare room she was thinkin’ of rentin’. Yes, sir, if I
was goin’ to read the _Diversity Eagle_ I figger this week’s issue’d be
the one I’d look for. Um! Calc’late Tiffany’s tired of standin’. Have to
humor him. Powerful high-spirited boss. Second-floor room on the front,
it was. G’-by, Jim. _Eagle_ office is next to Lafe Meggs’s store.”
The old man went out, and it seemed as if he creaked in every joint. Jim
heard him pass slowly along the hall and out of the door—and wondered
what his visit meant. He reviewed the rambling conversation as best he
could; found that in spite of himself he was attracted by Zaanan’s
personality. But why had the old fellow come? What had he talked about?
Why, about the Widow Stickney and her room, and about the _Diversity
Eagle_. Jim was not yet familiar with Zaanan Frame’s methods, but it did
seem clear to him that the old justice wanted him to go to board with
Mrs. Stickney; wanted him also to read the current issue of the _Eagle_.
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