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Title: McClure's magazine
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949
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Publisher: New York : S.S. McClure
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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at was he sparring ather for, anyway ? Oh, Winston, dearest, dont say that! The sweet voice rose for an instant tothe height of entreaty, but was soon lostin choking sobs. The sound passedthrough Jerry like an electric current. Hefaced about suddenly and looked at hiscompanion. Well, did you hear that now?There was a jovial ring in his voice whichmight have deceived a less astute personthan the youthful John. If that dontsound for all the world like when theywere little sweethearts together ! Theyalways had it out like that, and made itall up after. Thats just the way MissEthel—thats Mrs. Arnold—always didcall out; it carries me way back, it seemslike yesterday. Yes, just like yesterday and the daybefore, remarked John. Its beengoin on nigh to a week, I guess. Jerry smothered a sharp reply and wenton talking for talks sake. Mr. Win-ston was the likeliest boy you ever didsee, and always dead set on Miss Ethel;for all they used to have their little spats AT THE TURN OF THE ROAD. 729
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pretty regular. Mr. Winston never couldbear for any young fellow to look at MissEthel, hed get that jealous. Humph! said John, I guess thatswhats up now; hed like to stick her intoa corner at all them parties they go toand charge ten cents a look, and sheskickin agin the traces—she aint made ofsawdust, Ill bet. Jerry compressed his lips. Johns lan-guage showed only too plainly his stableorigin, but he felt that it was his duty tokeep the conversational ball rolling aspleasantly as possible, in order to drownthe discord which occasionally rang out onthe still, frosty air. Yes, Miss Ethel bein the young-est, was terrible spoiled when she waslittle; she always liked to have herwhich was natural for a babylike her, but, then, Mr. Winston wasalways hot and fiery, from the timehe was a small chap; theyre abouteven matched, I guess. That aint areal quarrel—dont you believe it. Youdont know women, John—they take onright frequent; its their habit. She anhim will make it up before we geth

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