Scribner's magazine . MINNEHAHA By Eva JVilder McGlasson. HE came out on theporch of the small,trim-looking house,and stood restlesslyf um blin g with thebroad gold band onher lore - finger. Hermiddle-aged face ex-hibited a sort of stoliddistress. The lips were purple andpuckered. The wide, pale cheeks werestreaked with dull red. In her coldblue eyes, as they took acrimoniousstock of the mediums poor, weather-beaten house over the way, a perturbedspark flickered. I guess they wont hev much of acrowd to-night, she muttered ; itlooks like rain was blowing up. Thenshe turned about and, lifting he
Scribner's magazine . MINNEHAHA By Eva JVilder McGlasson. HE came out on theporch of the small,trim-looking house,and stood restlesslyf um blin g with thebroad gold band onher lore - finger. Hermiddle-aged face ex-hibited a sort of stoliddistress. The lips were purple andpuckered. The wide, pale cheeks werestreaked with dull red. In her coldblue eyes, as they took acrimoniousstock of the mediums poor, weather-beaten house over the way, a perturbedspark flickered. I guess they wont hev much of acrowd to-night, she muttered ; itlooks like rain was blowing up. Thenshe turned about and, lifting her voice,said, Jane ! aw Jane ! you aint think-ing of going across the way to-night,are you ? I wouldnt feel safe aboutyou if a storm came. There was a step in the small, neathallway. Another woman, tall and lean,with a sallow, nervous face, appeared inthe doorway. She wore a black alpacagown with a deep fall of crocheted laceabout the neck. Her hair was screwedback in a grayish knob. It was amazing-ly sleek, but the crop of tiny curls, whichdisplayed th
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