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Title: How Janice Day Won

Author: Helen Beecher Long

Release Date: October 27, 2007 [eBook #23208]

Language: English

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HOW JANICE DAY WON

by

HELEN BEECHER LONG

Author of "Janice Day the Young Homemaker,"
"The Testing of Janice Day,"
"The Mission of Janice Day," Etc.

Illustrated by Corinne Turner

The Goldsmith Publishing Co.
Cleveland

Copyright, 1917, by
Sully & Kleinteich

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. TROUBLE FROM NEAR AND FAR
II. "TALKY" DEXTER, INDEED
III. "THE SEVENTH ABOMINATION"
IV. A RIFT IN THE HONEYMOON
V. "THE BLUEBIRD--FOR HAPPINESS"
VI. THE TENTACLES OF THE MONSTER
VII. SWEPT ON BY THE CURRENT
VIII. REAL TROUBLE
IX. HOW NELSON TOOK IT
X. HOW POLKTOWN TOOK IT
XI. "MEN MUST WORK WHILE WOMEN MUST WEEP"
XII. AN UNEXPECTED EMERGENCY
XIII. INTO THE LION'S DEN
XIV. A DECLARATION OF WAR
XV. AND NOW IT IS DISTANT TROUBLE
XVI. ONE MATTER COMES TO A HEAD
XVII. THE OPENING OF THE CAMPAIGN
XVIII. HOPEWELL SELLS HIS VIOLIN
XIX. THE GOLD COIN
XX. SUSPICIONS
XXI. WHAT WAS IN THE PAPER
XXII. DEEP WATERS
XXIII. JOSEPH US COMES OUT FOR PROHIBITION
XXIV. ANOTHER GOLD PIECE
XXV. IN DOUBT
XXVI. THE TIDE TURNS
XXVII. THE TEMPEST
XXVIII. THE ENEMY RETREATS
XXIX. THE TRUTH AT LAST
XXX. MARM PARRADAY DOES HER DUTY

HOW JANICE DAY WON

CHAPTER I

TROUBLE FROM NEAR AND FAR

At the corner of High Street, where the lane led back to the stables of
the Lake View Inn, Janice Day stopped suddenly, startled by an eruption
of sound from around an elbow of the lane--a volley of voices,
cat-calls, and ear-splitting whistles which shattered Polktown's usual
afternoon somnolence.

One youthful imitator expelled a laugh like the bleating of a goat:

"Na-ha-ha-ha!