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Dale dropped into a chair beside a center-table, took up the pen, poised it over the paper, and looked at Sanderson. "I am hereby returning to Deal Sanderson the seven thousand two hundred dollars I stole from, him," directed Sanderson. "I am doing this of my own accord no one is forcin' me," went on Sanderson.
And then, with pleasant excitement in her manner, she arose, fumbled in her deep pocket for an ancient bunch of keys, and unlocked a cupboard on one side of the fireplace. One by one she drew them out, unrolled the soft yellow tissue-paper that enfolded them, and ranged them in a stately line on the old cherry center-table nineteen sterling silver cups and goblets.
And while he could not see God there, actually, neither in the horse-hair sofa nor the bleak melodeon surmounted by tall vases of dyed grass, nor in the center-table with its cemeterial top, nor under the empty horsehair and green-rep chairs, set at expectant angles, nor in the cold, tall stove, ornately set with jewels of polished nickel, and surely not in the somewhat frivolous air-castle of cardboard and scarlet zephyr that fluttered from the ceiling yet in and over and through the dark of it was a forbidding spirit that breathed out the cold mustiness of the tomb an all-pervading thing of gloom and majesty which was nothing in itself, yet a quality and part of everything, even of himself when he looked in.
Susan was too familiar with Clematis traditions not to know that the books on the center-table were seldom of a sort one would care to open, but as she lifted the nearest volume and saw that it was a collections of poems, she felt a comforting certainty that luck was with her. "You're a great admirer of po'try, ain't you, Mr. Dale? I've always understood so." With an effort Joel roused himself.
He did not know that she was a put off-er. She was just trimming a hat for the ride when Bob's wagon was announced. She hadn't begun her breakfast, though all the rest of the family had finished the meal, while the lunch which should have been basketed the previous night was scattered over the house from the parlor center-table to the wood-shed.
These he brought to the center-table, where he leisurely poured his unwilling guest a drink. "Here, you old sot, soak this up!" he said genially. "Boss, I want to go home to my old woman!" began the handy-man, after he had emptied his glass. "Your old woman will keep!" retorted Gilmore shortly. "But, boss, I got to go to her; the judge says I must!
Peter Knight flung himself into the decrepit arm-chair beside the center-table and growled: "Isn't that just my luck? And me a Democrat for twenty years. There's nothing in politics, Jimmy." His son James smiled crookedly, with a languid tolerance bespeaking amusement and contempt.
Briefly his sweeping glance took in a bowl of flowers on the center-table and then came to rest abruptly on a slight, girlish figure just risen from a chair beside it. "I'd like to see Miss Thorne, please," he said, stifling his momentary surprise. The girl took a step forward, her slim, tanned, ringless fingers clasped loosely about a book she held.
There was no center-table, no crayon portraits of different members of the family, no easels, or scarves thrown over the corners of the pictures. There were not many pictures, and those that there were didn't seem to Eleanor like pictures at all, they were all so blurry and smudgy, excepting one of a beautiful lady.
On the center-table, cheap magazines; on the stage, vaudeville these are habits that sap the ability for slow, ruminative pleasure in the arts. Luckily, they are not the only modern manifestation, else were we in a parlous state, indeed! The trouble with Scott, then, may be resolved in part into a trouble with the modern folk who read him.
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