. Jan of the windmill. A story of the plains . n spending an afternoon atthe windmill, and the painter had beensketching the old church from the water-meadows, when they met on the littlebridga near Dame Datchetts, and strolledtogether to the Heart of Oak. Master O Chuter met them at the door. There be a letter for you, Jan, saidhe. Twas brought by a young varmentI knows well. He belongs to them thatkeeps a low public at the foot of the hill,and he do be for all the world like ahudmeduc, without the usefulness of un. The letter was dirty and ill-writtenenough to correspond to the innkeepersacc
. Jan of the windmill. A story of the plains . n spending an afternoon atthe windmill, and the painter had beensketching the old church from the water-meadows, when they met on the littlebridga near Dame Datchetts, and strolledtogether to the Heart of Oak. Master O Chuter met them at the door. There be a letter for you, Jan, saidhe. Twas brought by a young varmentI knows well. He belongs to them thatkeeps a low public at the foot of the hill,and he do be for all the world like ahudmeduc, without the usefulness of un. The letter was dirty and ill-writtenenough to correspond to the innkeepersaccount of is origin. Misspellings omitted,it ran thus : • MASTER JAN FORD, Sir,—If so be you wants to knowwhere you come from, and where to lookfor them as belongs to you, come to thepublic at the foot of the hill this evening,with a few pounds in your pocket to open H4 JAN OF THE WINDMILL. the lips of them as knows. But fair play, Cheap John. You may hold your hea£mind Gearge beant such a vool as a as high as the Squire yet if you makes k. But at what hour the silent messenger had come—whether at midnight, or at cock-crow, or in the morning— there »vas none to tell. looks, and cart-horses wont draw it out ot worth the while of One who knows. 7un if you sets on the police. Dont you always was fond of you, Jan, my dear,be took in by that cusnashun old rascal Keep it dark. ?AN OF THE WINDMILL. The painter decided to accept the invi-tation ; but when George Sannels faceloomed out of the smoke of the dingylittle kitchen, all the terrors of his child-hood seemed to awake again in face looked worn and hungry, andalarmed ; but it was the face of the millersman. In truth, he had deserted from hisregiment, and was in hiding ; but of thisJan and his master knew nothing. If Georges face bore some tokens ofchange, he seemed otherwise the same as ofold. Cunning and stupidity, distrust andobstinacy, joined with unscrupulous greed,still marked his loutish attempts to over-reac
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