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Sparks, NV, USA
Pub. Date: 2015
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publis
Seller: Bonita, Newport Coast, CA, USA
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CONTENTS. PAGE THE INN OF THE GOLDEN PEAR 7 THE MYSTERY OF WILHELM RUTTER . . . 116 LITTLE BEL S SUPPLEMENT 177 THE CAPTAIN OF THE quotHEATHER BELLquot . 220 DANDY STEVE 269 THE PRINCE S LITTLE SWEETHEART.... 292 M15814 BETWEEN WHILES. THE INN OF THE GOLDEN PEAR. I. Who buys Who buys T is like a market-fair on the air The hubbub rises deafening The children spend their honest money there The knaves prowl out like foxes from a lair. Who buys Who sells Alas, and still alas The children sell their diamond stones for glass The knaves their worthless stones for diamonds pass. He laughs who buys he laughs who sells. Alas IN the days when New England was only a group of thinly settled wildernesses called there was quotprovinces, quot something almost like the old feudal tenure of lands there, and a relation between the rich land owner and his tenants which had many features in common with those of the rela tion between margraves days of Charlemagne. and vassals in the BETWEEN WHILES. Far up in the North, near the Canada line, there lived at that time an eccentric old man, whose name is still to be found here and there on the tattered parchments, written quotWILLAN BLAYCKE, Gentleman.quot Tradition occupies itself a good deal with Willan Blaycke, and does not give his misdemeanors the go-by as it might have done if he had been either a poorer or a less clever man. Why he had crossed the seas and cast in his lot with the pious Puritans, nobody knew it was certainly not because of sympathy with their God-reverencing faith and God-fearing lives, nor from any liking for hardships or simplicity of habits. He had gold enough, the stories say, to have bought all the land from the St. Johns to theConnecticut if he had pleased and he had servants and horses and attire such as no governor in all the provinces could boast. He built himself a fine house out of stone, and the life he led in it was a scandal and a byword everywhere. For all that, there was not a man to be found who had not a good word to say for Willan Blaycke, and not a woman who did not look pleased and smile if he so much as spoke to her. He was generous, with a generosity so princely that there were many who said that he had no doubt come of some royal house. He gave away a farm to-day, and another to-morrow, and thought nothing of it and when ten ants came to him pleading that they were unable to pay their rent, he was never known to haggle or insist. Naturally, with such ways as these he made havoc of his estates, vast as they were, and grew less and less rich year by year. How ever, there was enough of his land to last several generations out and if he had mar ried a decent woman for his wife, his posterity need never have complained of him. But this was what Willan Blaycke did, and it is as much a mystery now as it doubtless was then, why he did it, he married Jeanne Dubois, the daughter of a low-bred and evil- disposed Frenchman who kept a small inn on the Canadian frontier. Jeanne had a handsome but wicked face. She stood always at the bar, and served every man who came and a great thing it was for the house, to be sure, that she had such bold black eyes, red