The Scarecrow; And Other Stories

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918 edition. Excerpt: ...on the door-knob the woman turned. "Yes. Why--lamb!" "Into the country." Genevieve Evans' voice was lifeless. "Into the country where everything is quiet and big--; and clean. You said that, Nannie?" "I said the country, Miss Genevieve, dearie." "Nannie--Nannie--;" her eyes were staring straight before her. "I--want--to--go!" "Lamh--darling." The woman stood undecided. "But he wouldn't let me. He laughed at me. Nannie, he laughed." The woman made up her mind. "Will Nannie stop with you a bit, Miss Genevieve, dearie?" "You said;" Genevieve Evans' lifeless, monotonous voice went on; "you said you wouldn't blame me for being angry. I get very angry, Nannie. Very angry. It brings all kinds of things to me when I get angry. His kind of things. Rotten things. And he's going to take her into the country; where everything's clean; and he won't let me--go. God!" "Will I stay, Miss Genevieve?" "No, Nannie--go! Go quickly! Go--now!" "Yes, Miss Genevieve. He'll be wanting to know where I am." "Go, Nannie!" She half rose from her chair. The door closed quietly behind the woman. "Go!" Genevieve Evans whispered. "He's going--into the country--; he's taking that woman. He wouldn't let me. He wants to keep me here. Just to feel his power--; his filthy power. He's not the only one." She was muttering now. "He's not the only one who can do things. Rotten--dirty things! His kind of things!" She swayed to her feet. Her steps were short and uncertain. Her whole body reeled. Her face was blanched; drained of all color. Her fingers trembled wide spread at her sides. She was quivering...