I run. 'N', heavens, _how_ I run! I lit out like I was
paid for it, 'n' I bet I clum every last one o' them hills 's fast on
the up 's the down. When I got to the station there was a train jus'
pullin' out f'r I didn't know where, 'n' I hopped aboard like I was
shot. It took me to Meadville, 'n' I had to pay the 'xtra fare 'n'
wait two hours to get another back here, 'n' I ain't really half
through shakin' yet."
Susan stopped, took out her handkerchief and carefully passed it over
her brow as one who strives to brush away tormenting visions.
Mrs. Lathrop sat mute and motionless, completely overwhelmed by the
recital of her friend's tragic story.
After a few minutes Miss Clegg put her handkerchief back in her pocket
and turned a sad and solemn, yet tender look upon her companion.
"Lord knows I'm done with relations from this day on," she said slowly
but with great distinctness. "I feel like hereafter I'll be content
with jus' you, Mrs. Lathrop, 'n' I can't say nothin' stronger f'r what
I've jus' lived through."
Mrs. Lathrop's eyes filled with gratitude at this compliment.
But she said nothing.
V
THE MINISTER'S VACATION
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