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CONTENTSCHAPTERI. A REMARKABLE WOMANII. THE MAN IN THE DARKIII. A MISSING LETTERIV. THE WILL OF THE RIVERV. AUNTIE SUE RECOGNIZES A GENTLEMANVI. IN THE LOG HOUSE BY THE… More...

CONTENTSCHAPTERI. A REMARKABLE WOMANII. THE MAN IN THE DARKIII. A MISSING LETTERIV. THE WILL OF THE RIVERV. AUNTIE SUE RECOGNIZES A GENTLEMANVI. IN THE LOG HOUSE BY THE RIVERVII. OFFICERS OF THE LAWVIII. THAT WHICH IS GREATER THAN THE LAWIX. AUNTIE SUE'S PROPOSITIONX. BRIAN KENT DECIDESXI. RE-CREATIONXII. AUNTIE SUE TAKES A CHANCEXIII. JUDY TO THE RESCUEXIV. BETTY JO CONSIDERSXV. A MATTER OF BUSINESSXVI. THE SECRET OF AUNTIE SUE'S LIFEXVII. AN AWKWARD SITUATIONXVIII. BETTY JO FACES HERSELFXIX. JUDY'S CONFESSIONXX. BRIAN AND BETTY JO KEEP HOUSEXXI. THE WOMAN AT THE WINDOWXXII. AT THE EMPIRE CONSOLIDATED SAVINGS BANKXXIII. IN THE ELBOW ROCK RAPIDSXXIV. JUDY'S RETURNXXV. THE RIVERCHAPTER I.A REMARKABLE WOMAN.I remember as well as though it were yesterday the first time I metAuntie Sue.It happened during my first roaming visit to the Ozarks, when I hadwandered by chance, one day, into the Elbow Rock neighborhood. Twentyyears it was, at least, before the time of this story. She was standingin the door of her little schoolhouse, the ruins of which you may stillsee, halfway up the long hill from the log house by the river, where themost of this story was lived.It was that season of the year when the gold and brown of our OzarkHills is overlaid with a filmy veil of delicate blue haze and the worldis hushed with the solemn sweetness of the passing of the summer. And asthe old gentlewoman stood there in the open door of that rustic templeof learning, with the deep-shadowed, wooded hillside in the background,and, in front, the rude clearing with its crooked rail fence along whichthe scarlet sumac flamed, I thought,--as I still think, after all theseyears,--that I had never before seen such a woman.Fifty years had gone into the making of that sterling character whichwas builded upon a foundation of many generations of noble ancestors.Without home or children of her own, the life strength of her splendidwomanhood had been given to the teaching of boys and girls. An old-maidschoolteacher? Yes,--if you will. But, as I saw her standing there thatday,--tall and slender, dressed in a simple gown that was fitting to herwork,--there was a queenly dignity, a stately sweetness, in her bearingthat made me feel, somehow, as if I had come unexpectedly into thepresence of royalty. Not the royalty of caste and court and station withtheir glittering pretenses of superiority and their superficial claimsto distinction,--I do not mean that; I mean that true royalty whichneeds no caste or court or station but makes itself felt because it IS.She did not notice me at first, for the noise of the children at play inthe yard covered the sound of my approach, and she was looking far, faraway, over the river which lay below at the foot of the hill; over theforest-clad mountains in the glory of their brown and gold; over thevast sweep of the tree-crowned Ozark ridges that receded wave after waveinto the blue haze until, in the vastness of the distant sky, they werelost. And something made me know that, in the moment's respite from hertask, the woman was looking even beyond the sky itself. Digital Content>E-books>Literature>Literature>Literature, SAP Digital >16<

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