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Ascalon will be a name some of us old-timers will remember twenty years from now, and that's all." "If Judge Thayer and the railroad colonization agent put through a big deal they've got going, I don't see why this town shouldn't pick up again on a healthy business foundation," Morgan said. "Them Pennsylvania Dutch?" Conboy scoffed.
"Sure much obliged," Morgan returned, his voice hoarse with broken sleep, his head not instantly clear of its flying clouds. The operator lingered while Morgan ran his eye over the few words. "Much obliged, old feller," Morgan said, warmly, giving the young man a quick look of understanding that must serve in place of more words, seeing that Conboy had his head within the door.
After that Deolda went off in Conboy's motor as soon as her dishes were done and after supper there would be handsome Johnny Deutra. We were profoundly shocked. You may be sure village tongues were already busy after a few days of these goings on. "Deolda," my aunt said, sternly, "what are you going out with that old Conboy for?" "I'm going to marry him," Deolda answered. "You're what?"
You can make a hundred dollars tonight by taking the Anita across to Gloucester with me. We'll start right off." Everyone was quiet. Then old Conboy cried out: "Don't go, Mark. Don't go! Why, it's murder to tempt that boy out there." At the word "murder" Deolda drew her breath in and clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes staring at Johnny Deutra. "Nick" Hammar pretended he hadn't noticed.
Morgan was thinking the morning had a freshness in it like a newly gathered flower. "It'll mean part closed and part open if that man takes hold of this town again," Conboy said. "Him and Peden they're as thick as three in a bed. Close all of 'em, like you did last night, or give everybody a fair whack. That's what I say." "Yes," abstractedly from Morgan.
Conboy shook his head at her as he spoke, pronouncing this rather amazing and altogether irrelevant declaration with the utmost gravity, an admonitory, cautioning inflection in his naturally grave and resonant voice. The girl said no more on the needless sacrifice of the young man's life. "I was goin' to get this gentleman some dinner," she said.
"There's no sense in a man runnin' his arm down a lion's throat to see if he's hungry," Conboy said, making a feint now of moving the cigar boxes around in the case. "This town isn't so big that they'd miss a man if they went out to hunt him. Where are they?" "I left them at Peden's, the big dance hall up the street. Ain't you got a gun?"
He told me to tell you good-by for him. Deolda, for God's sake, marry me before he comes back! He'll kill you, that's what he'll do. It's not for my sake I'm asking you it's for your sake!" She looked at him with her big black eyes. "I believe you mean that, Conboy. I believe I'll do it. But I'll be fair and square with you as you are with me. You'd better let me be; you know what I'm like.
Then suddenly she flung her arms around my aunt and kissed her. "Oh," she cried, "kiss me, Auntie, kiss me! He's not dead, my Johnny not dead!" "Go up to your room, Deolda," said my aunt, "and rest." She patted her shoulder just as though she were a little girl, for all the thoughts that were crawling around our hearts. When later in the day Conboy came, "Where's Deolda?" he asked.
"Some fellers up the street lookin' for you," Conboy said, not turning his head. "What fellows? What do they want?" "That bunch of cowboys from the Chisholm Trail." "I don't know them," said Morgan, not yet getting the drift of what Conboy evidently meant as a warning.
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