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"MY NAME IS LOUISE".
Askatoon never included the Mazarines in its social scheme.

Certainly Tralee was some distance from the town, but, apart from that, the new-comers remained incongruous, alien and alone.

The handsome, inanimate girl-wife never appeared by herself in the streets of Askatoon, but always in the company of her morose husband, whose only human association seemed to be his membership in the Methodist body so prominent in the town.

Every Sunday morning he tied his pair of bay horses with the covered buggy to the hitching-post in the church-shed and marched his wife to the very front seat in the Meeting House, having taken possession of it on his first visit, as though it had no other claimants.