. The Saturday evening post. WASHINGMACHINE WithThorAll Metal SwingingWringer. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 91 (Concluded from Page 88) the life of Main Street going on as thoughOld Opportunity had never passed thatway. I wonder what Major Hubbard willsay? he asked himself, and the questionreminded him that he hadnt been over toHell Hollow yet to look at that desirablefarm. Perhaps Id feel better if I rode out inthe country, he thought. I can run overthat way, and then if he happens to ask meI can tell him, Yes, Ive been there. It was nearly an hour later when hestopped his car at the brink of He
. The Saturday evening post. WASHINGMACHINE WithThorAll Metal SwingingWringer. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 91 (Concluded from Page 88) the life of Main Street going on as thoughOld Opportunity had never passed thatway. I wonder what Major Hubbard willsay? he asked himself, and the questionreminded him that he hadnt been over toHell Hollow yet to look at that desirablefarm. Perhaps Id feel better if I rode out inthe country, he thought. I can run overthat way, and then if he happens to ask meI can tell him, Yes, Ive been there. It was nearly an hour later when hestopped his car at the brink of Hell Hol-low—a low-lying, flat piece of land, roughlybordered by a circle of hills. Outside of thiscircle the grass grew green and the farmswere prosperous; but in the Hollow itselfthe vegetation had a sickly look, and theneighbors had already told him that thewater there had such a brackish taste thateven some of the calves that were born inthe Hollow wouldnt drink it but had to besold as soon as they were old enough to beturned out to grass. Glacial formation apparently,
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