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Updated: June 29, 2025
"There'll be no use in asking him questions till he's in his right mind. He'll probably get back his wits when he gets back his clothes." "Squire Hexter, what's happening in this town to-night. What " "All in good time, sonny! Let's get home where Xoa is." There were lights in the Squire's house. In spite of the fog, Vaniman perceived that there was a gray hint of dawn in the heavens.
So did Vaniman, after he had waited at the door for a few moments. Squire Hexter had a corner of his table cleaned of paper litter, in readiness for the euchre game. He was tilted back in his chair, smoking his blackened T. D. pipe, and a swinging boot was scraping to and fro along the spine of a fuzzy old dog whose head was meditatively lowered while he enjoyed the scratching.
Am I having the nightmare, or are all these things really happening around here?" However, Squire Hexter did not try to comfort the perturbed Mr. Bangs just then. The notary stepped out on the porch, closing his door behind him. He stared into the graying murk of the night and the fog. That fog was showing a light which was not that of the dawn.
Life was hard enough even when he had her to sustain his courage. What would it be without her? The typewritten part had fallen on the bed. He pushed it aside. "Hexter and his Mephisto be d d!" said Mogley. "I shall stay at home with you to-night." "No, no, Tom: your one chance, remember! If you should make a hit before I die, I could go easier.
"Nothing but what can be taken care of with that shotgun in the back room! But don't look frightened, precious girl! There's nothing " But even Vaniman was startled, the next moment. The girl leaped into his embrace and cowered. Something was clattering against a window of the bank. But only the mild face of Squire Hexter was framed in the lamplight cast on the window.
Hexter, she was a woman of taste, and had always had large means at her command. With all a child's plasticity, Laurella dropped into the improved order of things. Her cleverness in selecting the proper wear for herself and children was nothing short of marvellous; and her calm acceptance of the new state of affairs, the acme of good breeding.
The Squire called the old dog "Eli"; that name gave Hexter a frequent opportunity to turn his little joke about having owned another dog that he called "Uli" and presented to a brother lawyer as an appropriate gift. The Squire had little dabs of whiskers on his cheeks like fluffs of cotton batting, and his wide mouth linked those dabs when he smiled.
Therefore the Squire's tactics were successful, and the talk at the supper table over the hot biscuits and the cold chicken and the damson preserves was concerned merely with the characters of the brothers Britt. Squire Hexter did mention, casually, that Frank had succeeded in inducing Tasper to stop whipping Usial. Xoa reached and patted the young man's arm and blessed him with her eyes.
He has got plenty of business of his own to attend to without calling in sheriffs to slap on attachments." "Very good! The easier the better," returned Colonel Wincott. "But when I hired you to look after the law part, Hexter, I reckoned you could counter every crack he made. Sit down, Vaniman!" He picked up the chair he had overturned and took it for himself.
"That doesn't matter. Hexter pays salaries." Objections like this last one had often been made, and as often overcome in the same words. "And then besides why, Alice, what's the matter?" She had fallen back on the bed with a feeble moan. He leaned over her. Slowly she opened her eyes. "Tom, I'm afraid I'm dying." Then Mogley remembered the doctor's words. Alice dying!
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