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The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 33. Aaron's Rod The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 33. Aaron's Rod

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 33. Aaron's Rod
WINTER CHAPTER XXXIII. AARON'S ROD"IVORY! IVORY!" Ivory stirred in a sleep that had been troubled by too great happiness. To travel a dreary path alone, a path leading seemingly nowhere, and then suddenly to have a companion by one's side, the very sight of whom enchanted the eye, the very touch of whom delighted the senses--what joy unspeakable! Who could sleep soundly when wakefulness brought a train of such blissful thoughts? "Ivory! Ivory!" He was fully awake now, for he knew his mother's voice. In all the years, ever thoughtful of his comfort and of the constant strain upon his strength,... Long Stories - Post by : jimlooper - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2947

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 32. The House Of Aaron The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 32. The House Of Aaron

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 32. The House Of Aaron
WINTER CHAPTER XXXII. THE HOUSE OF AARONA FEELING that the day was to bring great things had dawned upon Waitstill when she woke that morning, and now it was coming true. Climbing Saco Hill was like climbing the hill of her dreams; life and love beckoned to her across the snowy slopes. At rest about Patty's future, though troubled as to her sorry plight at the moment, she was conscious chiefly of her new-born freedom. She revelled in the keen air that tingled against her cheek, and drew in fresh hope with every breath. As she trod the shining pathway she... Long Stories - Post by : jimlooper - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 953

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 31. Sentry Duty The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 31. Sentry Duty

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 31. Sentry Duty
WINTER CHAPTER XXXI. SENTRY DUTYIVORY BOYNTON drove home from the woods that same afternoon by way of the bridge, in order to buy some provisions at the brick store. When he was still a long distance from the bars that divided the lane from the highroad, he espied a dark-clad little speck he knew to be Rodman leaning over the fence, waiting and longing as usual for his home-coming, and his heart warmed at the thought of the boyish welcome that never failed. The sleigh slipped quickly over the hard-packed, shining road, and the bells rang merrily in the clear, cold... Long Stories - Post by : jimlooper - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 1505

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 30. A Clash Of Wills The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 30. A Clash Of Wills

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 30. A Clash Of Wills
WINTER CHAPTER XXX. A CLASH OF WILLSDEACON FOXWELL BAXTER was completely non-plussed for the first time in his life. He had never allowed "argyfyin'" in his household, and there had never been a clash of wills before this when he had not come off swiftly and brutally triumphant. This situation was complicated by the fact that he did not dare to apply the brakes as usual, since there were more issues involved than ever before. He felt too stunned to deal properly with this daughter, having emptied all the vials of his wrath upon the other one, and being, in consequence,... Long Stories - Post by : jimlooper - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 3351

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 29. Waitstill Speaks Her Mind The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 29. Waitstill Speaks Her Mind

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 29. Waitstill Speaks Her Mind
WINTER CHAPTER XXIX. WAITSTILL SPEAKS HER MINDPatty had the most ardent love for her elder sister, and something that resembled reverence for her unselfishness, her loyalty, and her strength of character; but if the truth were told she had no great opinion of Waitstill's ability to feel righteous wrath, nor of her power to avenge herself in the face of rank injustice. It was the conviction of her own superior finesse and audacity that had sustained patty all through her late escapade. She felt herself a lucky girl, indeed, to achieve liberty and happiness for herself, but doubly lucky if she... Long Stories - Post by : jimlooper - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 1468

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 28. Patty Is Shown The Door The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 28. Patty Is Shown The Door

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 28. Patty Is Shown The Door
WINTER CHAPTER XXVIII. PATTY IS SHOWN THE DOORDEACON BAXTER drove into the barn, and flinging a blanket over the wheezing horse, closed the door behind him and hurried into the house without even thinking to lay down his whip. Opening the kitchen door and stopping outside long enough to kick the snow from his heavy boots, he strode into the kitchen and confronted the two girls. He looked at them sharply before he spoke, scanning their flushed faces and tear-stained eyes; then he broke out savagely:-- "Oh! you're both here; that's lucky. Now stan' up and answer to me. What's this... Long Stories - Post by : jimlooper - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 1802

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 27. The Confessional The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 27. The Confessional

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 27. The Confessional
WINTER CHAPTER XXVII. THE CONFESSIONAL"WAITY, I know what it is; you have found out about me! Who has been wicked enough to tell you before I could do so--tell me, who?" "Oh, Patty, Patty!" cried Waitstill, who could no longer hold back her tears. "How could you deceive me so? How could you shut me out of your heart and keep a secret like this from me, who have tried to be mother and sister in one to you ever since the day you were born? God has sent me much to bear, but nothing so bitter as this--to have my... Long Stories - Post by : jimlooper - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 3200

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 26. A Wedding-Ring The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 26. A Wedding-Ring

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Winter - Chapter 26. A Wedding-Ring
WINTER CHAPTER XXVI. A WEDDING-RINGTHE snow had come. It had begun to fall softly and steadily at the beginning of the week, and now for days it had covered the ground deeper and deeper, drifting about the little red brick house on the hilltop, banking up against the barn, and shrouding the sheds and the smaller buildings. There had been two cold, still nights; the windows were covered with silvery landscapes whose delicate foliage made every pane of glass a leafy bower, while a dazzling crust bediamonded the hillsides, so that no eye could rest on them long without becoming snow-blinded.... Long Stories - Post by : jimlooper - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2792

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 23. Aunt Abby's Window The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 23. Aunt Abby's Window

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 23. Aunt Abby's Window
AUTUMN CHAPTER XXIII. AUNT ABBY'S WINDOWMRS. ABEL DAY had come to spend the afternoon with Aunt Abby Cole and they were seated at the two sitting-room windows, sweeping the landscape with eagle eyes in the intervals of making patchwork. "The foliage has been a little mite too rich this season," remarked Aunt Abby. "I b'lieve I'm glad to see it thinin' out some, so 't we can have some kind of an idee of what's goin' on in the village." "There's plenty goin' on," Mrs. Day answered unctuously; "some of it aboveboard an' some underneath it." "An' that's jest where it's... Long Stories - Post by : harryhermit - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 1965

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 22. Harvest-Time The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 22. Harvest-Time

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 22. Harvest-Time
AUTUMN CHAPTER XXII. HARVEST-TIMENEW ENGLAND'S annual pageant of autumn was being unfolded day by day in all its accustomed splendor, and the feast and riot of color, the almost unimaginable glory, was the common property of the whole countryside, rich and poor, to be shared alike if perchance all eyes were equally alive to the wonder and the beauty. Scarlet days and days of gold followed fast one upon the other; Saco Water flowing between quiet woodlands that were turning red and russet and brown, and now plunging through rocky banks all blazing with crimson. Waitstill Baxter went as often as... Long Stories - Post by : harryhermit - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 1223

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 21. Lois Buries Her Dead The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 21. Lois Buries Her Dead

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 21. Lois Buries Her Dead
AUTUMN CHAPTER XXI. LOIS BURIES HER DEADTHE replies that Ivory had received from his letters of inquiry concerning his father's movements since leaving Maine, and his possible death in the West, left no reasonable room for doubt. Traces of Aaron Boynton in New Hampshire, in Massachusetts, in New York, and finally in Ohio, all pointed in one direction, and although there were gaps and discrepancies in the account of his doings, the fact of his death seemed to be established by two apparently reliable witnesses. That he was not unaccompanied in his earliest migrations seemed clear, but the woman mentioned as... Long Stories - Post by : harryhermit - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2159

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 20. The Rod That Blossomed The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 20. The Rod That Blossomed

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 20. The Rod That Blossomed
AUTUMN CHAPTER XX. THE ROD THAT BLOSSOMEDIVORY BOYNTON had taken the horse and gone to the village on an errand, a rare thing for him to do after dark, so Rod was thinking, as he sat in the living-room learning his Sunday-School lesson on the same evening that the men were gossiping at the brick store. His aunt had required him, from the time when he was proficient enough to do so, to read at least a part of a chapter in the Bible every night. Beginning with Genesis he had reached Leviticus and had made up his mind that the... Long Stories - Post by : harryhermit - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2534

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 19. At The Brick Store The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 19. At The Brick Store

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 19. At The Brick Store
AUTUMN CHAPTER XIX. AT THE BRICK STORETHERE were two grand places for gossip in the community; the old tavern on the Edgewood side of the bridge and the brick store in Riverboro. The company at the Edgewood Tavern would be a trifle different in character, more picturesque, imposing, and eclectic because of the transient guests that gave it change and variety. Here might be found a judge or lawyer on his way to court; a sheriff with a handcuffed prisoner; a farmer or two, stopping on the road to market with a cartful of produce; and an occasional teamster, peddler, and... Long Stories - Post by : harryhermit - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 872

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 18. A State O' Maine Prophet The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 18. A State O' Maine Prophet

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 18. A State O' Maine Prophet
AUTUMN CHAPTER XVIII. A STATE O' MAINE PROPHETSUMMER was dying hard, for although it had passed, by the calendar, Mother Nature was still keeping up her customary attitude. There had been a soft rain in the night and every spear of grass was brilliantly green and tipped with crystal. The smoke bushes in the garden plot, and the asparagus bed beyond them, looked misty as the sun rose higher, drying the soaked earth and dripping branches. Spiders' webs, marvels of lace, dotted the short grass under the apple trees. Every flower that had a fragrance was pouring it gratefully into the... Long Stories - Post by : harryhermit - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 934

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 17. A Brace Of Lovers The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 17. A Brace Of Lovers

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Autumn - Chapter 17. A Brace Of Lovers
AUTUMN CHAPTER XVII. A BRACE OF LOVERSHAYING was over, and the close, sticky dog-days, too, and August was slipping into September. There had been plenty of rain all the season and the countryside was looking as fresh and green as an emerald. The hillsides were already clothed with a verdant growth of new grass and "The red pennons of the cardinal flowers Hung motionless upon their upright staves."How they gleamed in the meadow grasses and along the brooksides like brilliant flecks of flame, giving a new beauty to the... Long Stories - Post by : harryhermit - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2670

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 16. Locked Out The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 16. Locked Out

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 16. Locked Out
SUMMER CHAPTER XVI. LOCKED OUTAT the Baxters the late supper was over and the girls had not sat at the table with their father, having eaten earlier, by themselves. The hired men had gone home to sleep. Patty had retired to the solitude of her bedroom almost at dusk, quite worn out with the heat, and Waitstill sat under the peach tree in the corner of her own little garden, tatting, and thinking of her interview with Ivory's mother. She sat there until nearly eight o'clock, trying vainly to put together the puzzling details of Lois Boynton's conversation, wondering whether the... Long Stories - Post by : harryhermit - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2980

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 13. Haying-Time The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 13. Haying-Time

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 13. Haying-Time
SUMMER CHAPTER XIII. HAYING-TIMEEVERYBODY in Riverboro, Edgewood, Milliken's Mills, Spruce Swamp, Duck Pond, and Moderation was "haying." There was a perfect frenzy of haying, for it was the Monday after the "Fourth," the precise date in July when the Maine farmer said good-bye to repose, and "hayed" desperately and unceasingly, until every spear of green in his section was mowed down and safely under cover. If a man had grass of his own, he cut it, and if he had none, he assisted in cutting that of some other man, for "to hay," although an unconventional verb, was, and still is,... Long Stories - Post by : danniea - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2139

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 12. The Green-Eyed Monster The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 12. The Green-Eyed Monster

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 12. The Green-Eyed Monster
SUMMER CHAPTER XII. THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER"WHILE Thee I seek, protecting Power," was the first hymn on this particular Sunday morning, and it usually held Patty's rather vagrant attention to the end, though it failed to do so to-day. The Baxters occupied one of the wing pews, a position always to be envied, as one could see the singers without turning around, and also observe everybody in the congregation,--their entrance, garments, behavior, and especially their bonnets,--without being in the least indiscreet, or seeming to have a roving eye. Lawyer Wilson's pew was the second in front of the Baxters in the same... Long Stories - Post by : danniea - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2733

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 11. A June Sunday The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 11. A June Sunday

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 11. A June Sunday
SUMMER CHAPTER XI. A JUNE SUNDAYIT was a Sunday in June, and almost the whole population of Riverboro and Edgewood was walking or driving in the direction of the meeting-house on Tory Hill. Church toilettes, you may well believe, were difficult of attainment by Deacon Baxter's daughters, as they had been by his respective helpmates in years gone by. When Waitstill's mother first asked her husband to buy her a new dress, and that was two years after marriage, he simply said: "You look well enough; what do you want to waste money on finery for, these hard times? If other... Long Stories - Post by : danniea - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2708

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 10. On Tory Hill The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 10. On Tory Hill

The Story Of Waitstill Baxter - Summer - Chapter 10. On Tory Hill
SUMMER CHAPTER X. ON TORY HILLIt had been a heavenly picnic the little trio all agreed as to that; and when Ivory saw the Baxter girls coming up the shady path that led along the river from the Indian Cellar to the bridge, it was a merry group and a transfigured Rodman that caught his eye. The boy, trailing on behind with the baskets and laden with tin dippers and wildflowers, seemed another creature from the big-eyed, quiet little lad he saw every day. He had chattered like a magpie, eaten like a bear, is torn his jacket getting wild columbines... Long Stories - Post by : danniea - Date : May 2012 - Author : Kate Douglas Wiggin - Read : 2334