The Conquest of Canaan eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 324 pages of information about The Conquest of Canaan.

The Conquest of Canaan eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 324 pages of information about The Conquest of Canaan.
convinced the tiny brainlet of his sincerity.  Cory was a man who `had a way with him,’ and I can see Claudine flattered at the idea of being peace-maker between `two such nice gen’lemen as Mr. Cory and Mr. Fear.’  Her commonest asseveration—­ quite genuine, too—­is that she doesn’t like to have the gen’lemen making trouble about her!  So the poor imbecile led him to where her husband was waiting.  All that Happy knew of this was in her cry afterwards.  He was sitting alone, when Cory threw open the door and said, `I’ve got you this time, Happy!’ His pistol was raised but never fired.  He waited too long, meaning to establish his case of `self-defence,’ and Fear is the quickest man I know.  Cory fell just inside the door.  Claudine stumbled upon him as she came running after him, crying out to her husband that she `never meant no trouble,’ that Cory had sworn to her that he only wanted to shake hands and `make up.’  Other people heard the shot and broke into the room, but they did not try to stop Fear; he warned them off and walked out without hindrance, and came to me.  I’ve got to clear him.”

Ariel knew what he meant:  she realized the actual thing as it was, and, though possessed by a strange feeling that it must all be medieval and not possibly of to-day, understood that he would have to fight to keep his friend from being killed; that the unhappy creature who had run into the office out of the dark stood in high danger of having his neck broken, unless Joe could help him.  He made it clear to her that the State would kill Happy if it could; that it would be a point of pride with certain deliberate men holding office to take the life of the little man; that if they did secure his death it would be set down to their efficiency, and was even competent as campaign material.  “I wish to point out,” Joe had heard a candidate for re-election vehemently orate, “that in addition to the other successful convictions I have named, I and my assistants have achieved the sending of three men to the gallows during my term of office!”

“I can’t tell yet,” said Joe, at parting.  “It may be hard.  I’m so sorry you saw all this.  I—­”

“Oh no!” she cried.  “I want to understand!”

She was still there, at the gate, her elbows resting upon the cross-bar, when, a long time after Joe had gone, there came from the alley behind the big back yard the minor chordings of a quartette of those dark strollers who never seem to go to bed, who play by night and playfully pretend to work by day: 

“You know my soul is a-full o’ them-a-trub-bils,
Ev-ry mawn! 
I cain’ a-walk withouten I stum-bils! 
Then le’ss go on—­
Keep walkin’ on! 
These times is sow’owful, an’ I am pow’owful
Sick an’ fo’lawn!”

She heard a step upon the path behind her, and, turning, saw a white-wrapped figure coming toward her.

“Mamie?” she called.

“Hush!” Mamie lifted a warning hand.  “The windows are open,” she whispered.  “They might hear you!”

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