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Title: The Co-Citizens

Author: Corra Harris

Illustrator: Hanson Booth

Release Date: January 8, 2010 [EBook #30891]

Language: English

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THE CO-CITIZENS

BY THE SAME AUTHOR

_A Circuit Rider's Wife_
_Eve's Second Husband_
_The Recording Angel_
_In Search of a Husband_

[Illustration: "'_Do you know what he means, Selah, sending for the
oldest and fairest woman in Jordantown to meet him at this outrageous
hour of the afternoon?_'"]

THE

CO-CITIZENS

BY
CORRA HARRIS

_Illustrated
By Hanson Booth_

GARDEN CITY
NEW YORK
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1915

_Copyright, 1915, by_
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"Do you know what he means, Selah, sending for the
oldest and ugliest, and the youngest and fairest woman in
Jordantown to meet him at this outrageous hour of the
afternoon?'" _Frontispiece_

"'I want to ask you a delicate question: where ish the
ladies? I haven't sheen a woman in four hours!'" 42

"'You may be mayor of this town before you are thirty.
A fat mayoress would never do'" 84

"'Bob! I'll make a confession to you. It's been horrid,
from first to last. When we are married I want to sit at
home and darn your socks--you do wear holes in them,
don't you?'" 216

CHAPTER I

When Sarah Hayden Mosely died, she did something. Most people do not.
They cease to do. They are forgotten. The grass that springs above their
dust is the one recurrent memory which the earth publishes of them long
after the world has been eased of their presence, the fever of their
prayers and hopes. It was the other way with this dim little old woman.
During the whole of her life she had never done anything. She was one of
those faint whispers of femininity who missed the ears of mankind and
who faded into the sig