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The Lane That Had No Turning, Volume 3
The Lane That Had No Turning, Volume 3
The Lane That Had No Turning, Volume 3
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Gilbert Parker was a late 19th and early 20th century politician and novelist who wrote prodigiously. The British-Canadian's works are still popular in the 21st century.
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Release dateDec 25, 2015
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The Lane That Had No Turning, Volume 3
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Gilbert Parker

Gilbert Parker (1862–1932), also credited as Sir Horatio Gilbert George Parker, 1st Baronet, was a Canadian novelist and British politician. His initial career was in education, working in various schools as a teacher and lecturer. He then traveled abroad to Australia where he became an editor at the Sydney Morning Herald. He expanded his writing to include long-form works such as romance fiction. Some of his most notable titles include Pierre and his People (1892), The Seats of the Mighty and The Battle of the Strong.

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    The Lane That Had No Turning, Volume 3 - Gilbert Parker

    THE LANE THAT HAD NO TURNING, VOLUME 3

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    Gilbert Parker

    PITHY PRESS

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    Copyright © 2015 by Gilbert Parker

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    THE LANE THAT HAD NO TURNING

    THE TRAGIC COMEDY OF ANNETTE THE MARRIAGE OF THE MILLER MATHURIN THE STORY OF THE LIME-BURNER THE WOODSMAN’S STORY OF THE GREAT WHITE CHIEF UNCLE JIM THE HOUSE WITH THE TALL PORCH PARPON THE DWARF: THE TRAGIC COMEDY OF ANNETTE

    THE MARRIAGE OF THE MILLER

    MATHURIN

    THE STORY OF THE LIME-BURNER

    THE WOODSMAN’S STORY OF THE GREAT WHITE CHIEF

    UNCLE JIM

    THE HOUSE WITH THE TALL PORCH

    PARPON THE DWARF

    II

    III

    IV

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    The Lane That Had No Turning, Volume 3

    By

    Gilbert Parker

    The Lane That Had No Turning, Volume 3

    Published by Pithy Press

    New York City, NY

    First published circa 1932

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    THE LANE THAT HAD NO TURNING

    ..................

    By Gilbert Parker

    THE TRAGIC COMEDY OF ANNETTE THE MARRIAGE OF THE MILLER MATHURIN THE STORY OF THE LIME-BURNER THE WOODSMAN’S STORY OF THE GREAT WHITE CHIEF UNCLE JIM THE HOUSE WITH THE TALL PORCH PARPON THE DWARF: THE TRAGIC COMEDY OF ANNETTE

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    THE CHEST OF DRAWERS, THE bed, the bedding, the pieces of linen, and the pile of yarn had been ready for many months. Annette had made inventory of them every day since the dot was complete—at first with a great deal of pride, after a time more shyly and wistfully: Benoit did not come. He had said he would be down with the first drive of logs in the summer, and at the little church of St. Saviour’s they would settle everything and get the Cure’s blessing. Almost anybody would have believed in Benoit. He had the brightest scarf, the merriest laugh, the quickest eyes, and the blackest head in Pontiac; and no one among the river drivers could sing like him. That was, he said gaily, because his earrings were gold, and not brass like those of his comrades. Thus Benoit was a little vain, and something more; but old ladies such as the Little Chemist’s wife said he was galant. Probably only Medallion the auctioneer and the Cure did not lose themselves in the general admiration; they thought he was to Annette like a farthing dip to a holy candle.

    Annette was the youngest of twelve, and one of a family of thirty-for some of her married brothers and sisters and their children lived in her father’s long white house’ by the river. When Benoit failed to come in the spring, they showed their pity for her by abusing him; and when she pleaded for him they said things which had an edge. They ended by offering to marry her to Farette, the old miller, to whom they owed money for flour. They brought Farette to the house at last, and she was patient while he ogled her, and smoked his strong tabac, and tried to sing. She was kind to him, and said nothing until, one day, urged by her brother Solime, he mumbled the childish chanson Benoit sang the day he left, as he passed their house going up the river:

    It was all very well in the mouth of the sprightly, sentimental Benoit; it was hateful foolishness in Farette. Annette now came to her feet suddenly, her pale face showing defiance, and her big brown eyes flicking anger. She walked up to the miller and said: You are old and ugly and a fool. But I do not hate you; I hate Solime, my brother, for bringing you here. There is the bill for the flour? Well, I will pay it myself—and you can go as soon as you like.

    Then she put on her coat and capote and mittens, and went to the door.

    Where are you going, Ma’m’selle? cried Solime, in high rage.

    I am going to M’sieu’ Medallion, she said.

    Hard profane words followed her, but she ran, and never stopped till she came to Medallion’s house. He was not there. She found him at

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