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Aunt Jane's Nieces at Millville

On the

other side of the street is the hardware store, with farm machinery

occupying the broad platform before it, and then the Millville House, a

two-storied "hotel" with a shed-like wing for the billiard-room and card

tables. Nib Corkins' drug store, jewelry store and music store combined

(with sewing machines for a "side line"), is the last of the "business

establishments," and the other three buildings are dwellings occupied by

Sam Cotting, Seth Davis and Nick Thorne.

Dick Pearson's farm house is scarcely a quarter of a mile up the

highway, but it isn't in Millville, for all that. There's a cross lane

just beyond Pearson's, leading east and west, and a mile to westward is

the Wegg Farm, in the wildest part of the foothills.

It is a poor farming country around Millville. Strangers often wonder

how the little shops of the town earn a living for their proprietors;

but it doesn't require a great deal to enable these simple folk to live.

The tourist seldom penetrates these inaccessible foothills; the roads

are too rough and primitive for automobiles; so Millville is shamefully

neglected, and civilization halted there some half a century ago.

However, there was a genuine sensation in store for this isolated

hamlet, and it was the more welcome because anything in the way of a

sensation had for many years avoided the neighborhood.

Marshall McMahon McNutt, or, as he was more familiarly called by those

few who respected him most highly, "Marsh" McNutt (and sundry other

appellations by those who respected him not at all), became the

recipient of a letter from New York announcing the intention of a

certain John Merrick, the new owner of the Wegg Farm, to spend the

summer on the place. McNutt was an undersized man of about forty, with a

beardless face, scraggly buff-colored hair, and eyes that were big,

light blue and remarkably protruding. The stare of those eyes was

impenetrable, because observers found it embarrassing to look at them.

"Mac's" friends had a trick of looking away when they spoke to him, but

children gazed fascinated at the expressionless blue eyeballs and

regarded their owner with awe.

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