The Hills of Refuge: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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The Hills of Refuge: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Fiction
He appeared again in a moment. "It will be right in," he said. "You can
set right here by the window. This seat ain't taken. We've got a lot of
town boarders. It helps out, I'm here to state. They get a low cut rate
by the month, but it brings in money in the long run. Say, you remember
you said you were looking for a job on some farm? That young lady I was
telling you about, Miss Mary Rowland, was at breakfast just now, and I
told her about you. She was powerfully interested, for, between you and
me, she is in a hole for want of labor out her way. She missed fire in
every attempt she made yesterday. She trotted about town all day, and
had to give it up. She begged me to see you. She went out about half an
hour ago to do some trading at the dry-goods stores. She said tell you
she'd be at Sandow & Lincoln's 'most all morning, and hoped you'd come
in there. I'll tell you one thing--you will be treated right out there
if you do go, and they will feed you aplenty and give you a clean bed to
sleep in. You just tell her Sam Lee sent you--everybody about here knows
Sam Lee--and if you just said 'Sam' it would do as well. I get up all
the dances for the young folks here in this room. We shove the tables
back ag'in' the wall, hire a nigger fiddler and guitar-picker, and have
high old times at least once a month. You see Mrs. Quinby favors that
because it makes a pile of drummers lie over here, and they pay the top
rate. What do they care? Expense-account stretches to any size."
Charles promised to look Miss Rowland up, and, being needed in the
office, Sam Lee hastened away. Charles enjoyed his breakfast. The food
was an agreeable change from the fare of which he had grown tired in the
dining-tent of the circus. The clean white plates and dishes appealed to
him by contrast to the scratched and dented tin ones the canvasmen had
been obliged to use. The eggs, butter, and ham seemed to be fresh from
the mountain farms; the coffee was fine, clear, and strong; the cream
was thick and fresh; the bread was hot biscuits just from the range.
CHAPTER III
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