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Arp made no response, but stood stock-still in the way, staring at him fiercely, "Don't you know me, Mr. Arp?" the young man asked. "I'm Joe Louden." Eskew abruptly thrust his face close to the other's. "NO FREE SEATS!" he hissed, savagely; and swept across to the hotel to set his world afire.
Yet there was a strange youthfulness in the eyes of Eskew; an eerie, inexplicable, luminous, LIVE look; the thin cheeks seemed fuller than they had been for years; and though the heavier lines of age and sorrow could be seen, they appeared to have been half erased.
Colonel Flitcroft caught him surreptitiously by the arm. "SH, Eskew!" he whispered. "Look out what you're sayin'!" "You needn't mind me," Jonas Tabor spoke up, crisply. "I washed my hands of all responsibility for Roger's branch of the family long ago. Never was one of 'em had the energy or brains to make a decent livin', beginning with Roger; not one worth his salt!
"I'm afraid the old circle is broken up; they haven't met on the National House corner since he died. The Colonel told me he couldn't bear to go there again." "I don't believe any of them ever will," he returned. "And yet I never pass the place that I don't see Eskew in his old chair. I went there last night to commune with him.
"The doctor told us to let him have his way in whatever he might ask." Ariel wiped her eyes. "I'm afraid that means " "I didn't come to talk about Eskew Arp," interrupted Eugene. "I'm not laboring under any anxiety about him. You needn't be afraid; he's too sour to accept his conge so readily."
"Has he joined some patent-medicine troupe?" "Not a bit," replied Eskew. "He went East to college last fall." "Do they MAKE the boys wear them clothes?" persisted Bradbury. "Is it some kind of uniform?" "I don't care what it is," said Jonas Tabor. "If I was Henry Louden I wouldn't let him wear 'em around here." "Oh, you wouldn't, wouldn't you, Jonas?" Mr. Arp employed the accents of sarcasm.
Eskew Arp, only seventy-five, but already a thoroughly capable cynic, who, almost invariably "opened the argument," and it was he who discovered the sinister intention behind the weather of this particular morning. Mr.
And Joe, making shift to smile, was suddenly blinded, so that he could not see the wrinkled hands extended to him, and was fain to grope for them. "God knows why we didn't all take his hand long ago," said Eskew Arp. "I didn't because I was stubborn. I hated to admit that the argument was against me. I acknowledge it now before him and before you and I want the word of it CARRIED!"
"Do you suppose you've got to to show your good deeds to git in?" The answering whisper was almost as faint as the old man's. "No," panted Eskew, "nobody knows. But I hope I do hope they'll have some free seats. It's a mighty poor show we'll all have if they don't!" He sighed peacefully, his head grew heavier on Joe's arm; and the young man set his hand gently upon the unseeing eyes.
Eskew there is no option but to declare was no longer Eskew. It is the truth; since the morning when Ariel Tabor came down from Joe's office, leaving her offering of white roses in that dingy, dusty, shady place, Eskew had not been himself.
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