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I had said it, unfortunately, and it could not be unsaid now without many explanations. So I nodded. "She doesn't er behave like an American. She hasn't the American manner, I mean to say. Now Miss Cahoon has er she has " "Miss Cahoon's manner is American. So is mine; we ARE Americans, you see." "Yes, yes, of course," hastily. "When are you and I to have the nine holes you promised, Knowles?"
"Haw, haw, haw!" roared Raish. "Look at him! Don't he look like a bullfrog under a lily pad? Eh? Don't he now? Haw, haw, haw!" Erastus Beebe joined in the laugh, but he shook his head. "I've had that cap in stock," he said, "since well, since George Cahoon's son used to come down drummin' for that Boston hat store, and he quit much as eight year ago, anyhow.
The speech had the effect of causing him to drop my arm and step back. He stared at me blankly. No doubt he did think me crazy, then. "I have no authority over her in any way," I went on. "She is Miss Cahoon's niece, but we are not her guardians. She has left our home of her own free will and neither I nor you nor anyone else shall follow her if I can help it. I am sorry to have deceived you.
"WHAT? 'Rastus Young PAID you?" "Well, I don't know's he paid it, exactly. He borrowed the dollar of one of those summer fellers over at Cahoon's boardin' house and he was tellin' Ab Bacheldor about it at the corner by the post-office. Ab, naturally, didn't believe any sane man would lend Rastus anything, so he wanted proof.
If if I should be needed for for any other cause, please speak." She looked at me in silence for a moment. Then she came toward me and held out her hand. "I shall not forget, whatever else I may do," she said, brokenly. "And I will speak if I need you, my friend." She turned hastily and went to the door. "I will send word to your people as well as Mr. Cahoon's," she added.
We'll be some consider'ble proud of you, too, boy," he added, with a nod. His grandson looked away, out of the window, over the bleak yard with its piles of lumber. The voice of Issacher raised in expostulation with the driver of Cahoon's "truck-wagon" could be faintly heard. "I shall hate to leave you and Grandmother and the old place," he said. "If I am elected "
So the feminine possibility across the road attracted his notice only slightly, of course; the sophisticated metropolitan notice is not easily aroused but still, slightly. "Come on, come on," urged Issachar Price. "I ain't begun to show ye the whole of it yet . . . Eh? Oh, Lord, there comes Cahoon's team now! Well, I got to go. Show you the rest some other time. So long . . . Eh?
They were dragging a heavy object along with two large ropes. I recognized the leader of them at once. He was Cahoon's foreman friend, McConkey. I was pleased to find that he recognized me. "I have her safe," he said. "Would you like to take a look at her?" I did. She was a machine gun of a kind quite unknown to me; but her appearance was very murderous. McConkey led me up to her.
"And in my car we'll do it and be back for dinner." I did not particularly want to spend the rest of the afternoon rushing about the country in Cahoon's motor car. I preferred to stay quietly on the Castle Affey lawn and talk about Home Rule. "But about the working-man," I said, "and the prospect of his fighting "
Cahoon's wife, if he had one, would not require a display of Lady Moyne's best clothes to seal her attachment to the Union. The speech was an uncommonly good one. A phrase in it frequently repeated, appealed to me very strongly. Lady Moyne spoke about "our men."
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