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Blacksheep! Blacksheep!, by Meredith Nicholson

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Title: Blacksheep! Blacksheep!
Author: Meredith Nicholson
Illustrator: Leslie L. Benson
Release Date: June 21, 2007 [EBook #21887]
Language: English
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BY MEREDITH NICHOLSON
BLACKSHEEP! BLACKSHEEP! LADY LARKSPUR THE MADNESS OF MAY THE VALLEY OF DEMOCRACY
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
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[Illustration: Her "Very glad, I'm sure," was uttered with reservations]
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BLACKSHEEP! BLACKSHEEP!
BY
MEREDITH NICHOLSON
ILLUSTRATED BY
LESLIE L. BENSON
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1920
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Maybe, in spite of their tameless days Of outcast liberty, They're sick at heart for the homely ways Where their gathered brothers be.
Meanwhile, "Blacksheep! Blacksheep!" we cry, Safe in the inner fold; And maybe they hear, and wonder why, And marvel, out in the cold.
--RICHARD BURTON.
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ILLUSTRATIONS
Her "Very glad, I'm sure," was uttered with reservations Frontispiece
FACING PAGE
At the crack of the gun the fugitive stopped short 32
"It's all right about you, Governor, but the kid had better shake the tree" 112
"We must be in a hurry or that woman will catch you" 234
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BLACKSHEEP! BLACKSHEEP!
CHAPTER ONE
I
Mrs. Howard Featherstone spent much time thinking up things for her brother Archibald Bennett to do, and as Archie was the ideal bachelor brother, always remembering the children's birthdays and turning up dutifully for Christmas dinners, he accepted her commissions in the most amiable spirit and his services were unfailingly satisfactory. He knew perfectly well that most of the jobs she imposed upon him had been politely but firmly declined by her busy husband, but this made no difference to Archie, who had all the time in the world, and infinite patience, and he rather enjoyed tracing express packages and matching ribbons.
"The agent who's been looking up a summer house for us says this is an unusual opportunity, as there are few places to let at Bailey Harbor and this one is unexpectedly on the market. The owner is obliged to leave just after settling in it, so it's all in perfect condition and if it meets our needs we can go right up. Howard's simply swamped with work--he's conducting some sort of investigation with night meetings and that sort of thing--and we'd all appreciate it if you could run up there for us."
The many preoccupations of his brother-in-law, who held a seat in Congress and took his job seriously, were well known to Archie. Featherstone was an important cog in the governmental machinery while Archie had nothing on earth to do, so it was eminently fitting that he, as an unattached and unemployed brother-in-law, should assume some of Featherstone's domestic burdens. Archie had planned to leave for the Canadian Rockies two days later, but as no urgent business called him in that direction, he obligingly agreed to take a look at the Bailey Harbor house that had been placed so providentially within reach of his sister.
"The owner belongs to that old New England Congdon family," Mrs. Featherstone explained; "they date from the beginning of time, and some of them are a trifle eccentric. You remember one of them--he must be the father or an uncle of the owner of this house--Eliphalet Congdon, who lives in Boston and is horribly rich but is always doing weird things. There was a perfectly killing article in the paper just the other day telling of his latest exploit, which was getting arrested for refusing to allow them to check his umbrella at the Metropolitan Museum. They thought, of course, that he was a crank who wanted to poke holes through the pictures, and he made such a fuss that they had to arrest him and he wouldn't give bail but had his lawyer get him out on a writ of habeas corpus."
"The same philanthropist who had a bus built just like the Fifth Avenue busses and wanted to run it himself to pick up women and children the regular busses wouldn't stop for," laughed Archie. "If you're renting a house from that family it's just as well to look into it carefully. All right, May; I'll inspect the premises for you."
In spite of his good-natured assent she continued to pile up excuses for her husband and explained in great detail the rundown condition of the children which made it necessary to get them out of Washington as quickly as possible. Archie was already mentally planning the details of his trip with his customary exactness. As he traveled constantly in the interest of his health, which had been a cause of solicitude to himself and all his relatives as far back as any one could