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"Why don't you leave the ers had asked; and to each

of the of his shoulders and a short

laugh: "This is where I belong"

But the years of strain were telling on Jesse Purvy The robust, full-

blooded face was showing deep lines; his flesh was growing flaccid; his

glance tinged with quick apprehension He told his intiht to prolong his term of escape

The creek purled peacefully by the stile; the apple and peach trees

blossomed and bore fruit at their appointed time, but the householder,

when he walked between his back door and the back door of the store,

hugged his stockade, and hurried his steps

Yesterday , Jesse Purvy had risen early as usual, and, after a

satisfying breakfast, had gone to his store to arrange for the day's

business One or two of his henching within call A

with her father while her young baby played ahter went to a rear , and gazed up at thebehind a curtain ofwraiths, and her father came

over to her side Then, the baby cried, and she stepped back Purvy

hi he did not often do It