ERIS. I
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
TO
MY FRIEND
HARRY PAYNE BURTON
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CHAPTER I
THE baby was born at Whitewater Farms about nine in the morning, April 19, 1900. Two pure-breed calves,—one a heifer, the other a bull,—were dropped the same day at nearly the same hour.
Odell came in toward noon, heard these farm items from his foreman, Ed Lister.
For twenty years Odell’s marriage had been childless. He had waited in vain for a son,—for several sons,—and now, after twenty sterile years of hardship, drudgery, and domestic discord, Fanny had given him a girl.
He stood in silence, chewing the bitter news.