The Dark Chain

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The dark chain, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, Perhaps if my husband were still alive, I wouldn't need your help. He was the strongest man in the entire county. But he's been dead a long time now, and his brother, who manages the farm, can't see any farther than the cows and horses and the fields and the bright side of everything.

But, nobody, buddy, please, just play with your toys, dear. Oh, here, I'll open that safety pin for you. Can't you manage? Now you'll be quiet, won't you? There is no bright side, Mr. Valentine, when my only neighbor for miles should be imprudent, and unless he's put there soon, heaven knows what will happen.

But he will care it, and that's your nice dog, Dolly, Uncle Simon gave you for Christmas, can't you? There, that's better. I'm not begging for sympathy, Mr. Valentine, but I'm a woman who already has all she can do.

She has all she can bear. All the sorrow and the tragedy and the burden. But he... But he don't do that to your dog. It's your dog! But he don't! Now don't! Go outside, dear. Go outside, won't you?

Go and see if you can help in the fields. I like my chickens. Don't you, Mama? Of course, buddy. I wouldn't hurt my chickens. Would you? Dear, please. All right, mama. Sorry. Please help me, Mr. Valentine.