"Waal, I guess I'll let 'er go at that. I've covered up the most of it, anyhow. Guess we'd better go in."
[PART II.]
THE TEST OF ELDER PILL: THE COUNTRY PREACHER.
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The lonely center of their social life, The low, square school-house, stands Upon the wind-swept plain, Hacked by thoughtless boyish hands, And gray, and worn, and warped with strife Of sleet and autumn rain. |