"
"I have no money to give you, so you can travel," retorted Vane
impatiently.
"I hain't just ready to travel," grated the tramp. "You act jest as
though you didn't know me, Rans Vane?"
"Know you?"
The young man glanced fixedly into the face of the ragged, filthy looking
being before him.
"Wal?"
"I never saw you before."
"Sure?"
"I am sure."
"Didn't you once live in New York State?"
"Yes."
"Near Rochester?"
"Yes."
"On a farm?"
"Yes."
"Hev' you forgot the young feller that drove the team, the chap that got
his walkin' papers in the dead o' winter, and was actually kicked into
the road jest because he was absent one time to see his sister who was
tendin' school in the city? You called me lazy then, Rans Vane, and you
struck me, yes _you_ did, and don't you remember, I swore I'd get even?
More, you insulted my sister by speakin' ill of her, and that chit of a
gal, Miss Victory, laughed. I was mad--"
"You are Perry Jounce."
"That's it the fust time guessin'."
"And you have come to this. I knew you would never amount to anything,
even if you did have a smart sister.
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