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That was my old dog that grew up with me the faithfulest little chap in Lost Chief. I'd have paid you for the pelt and you know it. What did you shoot him for?" Charleton's jaws worked. "I'll show you and Scott and the whole valley that my traps and my hunts are not to be interfered with!" "Still you don't get the idea," Douglas was now not an arm's-length from Charleton.
"In other parts of the country," replied Douglas, his blue eyes fixed unwaveringly on Charleton's dark face, "among people of our kind and breed, a girl like Judith couldn't run with a girl like Inez and be considered decent.
"I don't know that even a wolf would tackle a lynx cat," he chuckled. Douglas looked from the beautiful woman around the homelike room. "You're a lucky chap, Charleton," he said suddenly. Mrs. Falkner had picked up her sewing-basket. "Nobody with a mind like Charleton's is so awful lucky," she said. "Ouch!" grinned Charleton, and lighted his pipe afresh. Douglas pondered on Mrs.
And a couple like Jimmy and Little Marion couldn't have a party a week after they were married, the baby attending, and be considered O.K. by the so-called best folks and nothing more said." Charleton's face grew darkly red. "Who told you that?" he asked in an ugly voice. "I'm not a fool, as I've told you before.
He repeated the dance for three Sundays in succession and Douglas was in despair. Old Johnny was deeply wrought up over Douglas' state of mind, and one Saturday night he disappeared, returning at dawn. On that Sunday it was found that the stove in the dance-hall had disappeared and a check was put upon Charleton's competition.
"I'm not going to kill it, by marrying." "I wish that Inez were dead and in hell!" cried Douglas, with such an accumulation of bitterness in his voice that Judith drew a quick breath. "And I wish I could quit loving you! I tried my best to, all the time I was at Charleton's. But I can't! It just grows as I grow and every day it's a bigger pain and trouble to me. I wish I could have peace!"
Charleton's lips twisted. "Why all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd Of the two Worlds so wisely they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth: their Words to Scorn Are scattered and their mouths are stopt with Dust." John laughed. Peter shrugged his shoulders and said, "Suit yourselves. As for me I believe everybody is destined sooner or later to deal squarely with right and wrong.
Charleton's, concerning Nature's fashioning every creature's teeth according to the food she intends them; and that men's, it is plain, was not for flesh, but for fruit, and that he can at any time tell the food of a beast unknown by the teeth.
He turned the memory of those eyes over in his mind with a memory of the sardonic twist of Charleton's mouth as he had uttered his philosophy of life, and suddenly Doug wished that he dared to talk to his father about these things. He had asked John about the Emerson letters but John professed never to have heard of them. And Douglas fell to wondering about his grandfather's dream for Lost Chief.
If only there were some woman to whom he might go for advice. Grandma Brown? No; he had talked to her once and she had failed him. Charleton's wife had failed with her own daughter. There remained Inez Rodman, who knew Judith better than any one else knew her. Inez! Doug's mind dwelt long on this name.
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