. Jan of the windmill. A story of the plains . atthe tired beast got home with fewer blowsthan usual. He unloaded his cnrt mechanically, asif in a dream ; but when he touched thepictures they seemed to awaken a freshtrain of thought. He stamped one of hislittle feet spitefully on the ground, andwith a pretty close imitation of Georgesdialect, said bitterly, Gearge beant sucha vool as a looks ! adding, after a pause, Id do a deal to pay him off !: As he turned into the house, he saidthoughtfully, Sals precious sharp; sheallus was. And a fine woman, too. isSal! Not long after the incidents just
. Jan of the windmill. A story of the plains . atthe tired beast got home with fewer blowsthan usual. He unloaded his cnrt mechanically, asif in a dream ; but when he touched thepictures they seemed to awaken a freshtrain of thought. He stamped one of hislittle feet spitefully on the ground, andwith a pretty close imitation of Georgesdialect, said bitterly, Gearge beant sucha vool as a looks ! adding, after a pause, Id do a deal to pay him off !: As he turned into the house, he saidthoughtfully, Sals precious sharp; sheallus was. And a fine woman, too. isSal! Not long after the incidents just related,it happened that business called Mrs. Laketo the neighbouring town. She seldomwent out, but a well-to-do aunt was sick,and wished to see her; and the millerave his consent to her going. 52 JAN OF THE WINDMILL. She met the milk-cart at the corner of taking everything, whether commonplacethe road, and so was driven to the town, or curious, in the same phlegmatic fashion,and she took Jan with her. that Jans pleasure was a new pleasure to. If anything could have rivalled the interest of a sudden death for Mrs. Lake, it must have been such a wedding as this. He had begged hard to go, and was in- his foster-mother, and they enjoyed them-tensely amused by all he saw. The young selves were so thoroughly in the habit of As they were making their way towards JAN OF THE WINDMILL. the inn, where they were to pick up aneighbour, in whose cart they were to bedriven home, their progress was hinderedby a crowd, which had collected near oneof the churches. Mrs. Lake was one of those people wholead colourless lives, and are withoutmental resources, to whom a calamity isalmost delightful, from the stimulus itgives to the imagination, and the relief itaffords to the monotony of existence. Oh, dear ! oh, dear ! she cried, peer-ing through the crowd : I wonder whatit is. Tis likely tis a man in a fit now, Ishouldnt wonder, or a cart upset, andevery soul killed, as it might be o
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