How Janice Day Won

How Janice Day Won, by Helen
Beecher Long

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Title: How Janice Day Won
Author: Helen Beecher Long

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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

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! Ho! Jim Nar-ha-nay! There's a brick in your hat!"
Another shout of laugher and a second boy exclaimed:
"Look out, old feller! You'll spill it!"
All the voices seemed those of boys; but this was an hour when most of
the town lads were supposed to be under the more or less eagle eye of
Mr. Nelson Haley, the principal of the Polktown school. Janice
attended the Middletown Seminary, and this chanced to be a holiday at
that institution. She stood anxiously on the corner now to see if her
cousin, Marty, was one of this crowd of noisy fellows.
With stumbling feet, and with the half dozen laughing, mocking boys
tailing him, a bewhiskered, rough-looking, shabby man came into sight.
His appearance on the pleasant main thoroughfare of the little lakeside
town quite spoiled the prospect.
Before, it had been a lovely scene. Young Spring, garbed only in the

tender greens of the quickened earth and the swelling buds of maple
and lilac, had accompanied Janice Day down Hillside Avenue into
High Street from the old Day house where she lived with her Uncle
Jason, her Aunt 'Mira, and Marty. All the neighbors had seen Janice
and had smiled at her; and those whose eyes were anointed by
Romance saw Spring dancing by the young girl's side.
Her eyes sparkled; there was a rose in either cheek; her trim figure in
the brown frock, well-built walking shoes of tan, and pretty toque, was
an effective bit of life in the picture, the background of which was the
sloping street to the steamboat dock and the beautiful, blue, dancing
waters of the lake beyond.
An intoxicated man on the streets of Polktown during the three years of
Janice Day's sojourn here was almost unknown. There had been no
demand for the sale of liquor in the town until Lem Parraday,
proprietor of the Lake View Inn, applied to the Town Council for a bar
license.
The request had been granted without much opposition. Mr. Cross
Moore, President of the Council, held a large mortgage on the Parraday
premises, and it was whispered that this fact aided in putting the license
through in so quiet a way.
It was agreed that Polktown was growing. The "boom" had started
some months before. Already the sparkling waters of the lake were
plied by a new Constance Colfax, and the C. V. Railroad was rapidly
completing its branch which was to connect Polktown with the Eastern
seaboard.
Whereas in the past a half dozen