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"Well, that's all, except that I'm going down to Bellevue, and if one or two of you want to come perhaps old Hoddy will know us even this late." Middleton had finished. From various parts of the room came the words: "I'll go! Let me go!" Men were frankly wiping their eyes. At a distant table arose Martin Delano. He was reputed to be the wealthiest alumnus of Huntington.
Hoddy, a most pleasant little gentleman, once a member of the Ohio legislature, again the editor of a local paper, and now, with undiminished dignity, keeping the Toll House bar. I had a number of drinks and cigars bestowed on me, and enjoyed a famous opportunity of seeing Kelmar in his glory, friendly, radiant, smiling, steadily edging one of the ship's kettles on the reluctant Corwin.
To go to Hoddy, to smother him with kisses and embraces in this hour of triumph! To save herself from committing the act the thought of which was positive hypnotism she began the native dance. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. It was a mad half-hour. "Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over.
"I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter. For fifteen years! so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. But I waited in vain. So I ran away, blindly, knowing nothing of the world outside. Youth! You denied me even that," said Ruth, her glance now flashing to her father.
Driving one day along the road to Clinton, he overhauled a diminutive black figure trudging along the road, occasionally turning a handspring by way of diversion. "Hello, Plato," called Tryon, "do you want a lift?" "Hoddy, Mars Geo'ge. Kin I ride wid you?" "Jump up." Plato mounted into the buggy with the agility to be expected from a lad of his acrobatic accomplishments.
He'd be the nice kind old lady that starts things, that's what Hoddy Milbrey would be." "And you said yourself you played poker most of the time when you went to Aiken on the car last month." "To be honest with you, ma, we did play poker. Say, they took it off of me so fast I could feel myself catching cold."
"Hoddy," she repeated. "I shall like to call you that. But now you must be quiet; there's been too much excitement. Knock on the partition if you want anything during the might. I awaken easily. Good night!" She pressed his hand and went out. For a long time he stared at the empty doorway. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains.
"So Hannibal slipped 'way fum de qua'ters one Sunday en hid in de co'n up close ter de big house, 'tel he see Chloe gwine down de road. He waylaid her, en sezee: "'Hoddy, Chloe? "'I ain't got no time fer ter fool wid fiel'-han's, sez Chloe, tossin' her head; 'W'at you want wid me, Hot-Foot? "'I wants ter know how you en Jeff is gittin' 'long. "'I 'lows dat's none er yo' bizness, nigger.
Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. Immediately he was gone, she regretted that she had not followed. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. Ruth shivered; she was cold. Alone; not even the dog to warn her, and Hoddy deep in the island somewhere.
He had been dreaming of Ruth an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. For a moment he believed this merely a new phase of the dream. He smiled. "The Dawn Pearl!" he said, making to recline again. But she was relentless. "Hoddy, wake up!" She jerked his head to and fro until the hair stung. "What?... Oh!... Well, good Lord!"
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