CHAPTER XXV.
A CHAPTER OF BETWEENS.
Did you ever move?
And, in moving, did you ever happen to notice how many little things there are to be picked up?
Now that I am about to shift the scene of my story from Clark township, the narrow stage upon which it has progressed through two dozen chapters, I find a great number of little things to be picked up.
One of the little things to be picked up is Norman Anderson.

Very little, if measured soul-wise.

When his father had read the proclamation of Andrew and divined that Norman was interested in the riot, he became thoroughly indignant; the more so, that he felt his own lack of power to do anything in the premises against his wife.

But when Mrs.Abigail heard of the case she was in genuine distress.

It showed Andrew's vindictiveness.