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"You see," the Judge said, "all the land at Italee and Gleasonton belong to Mrs. Gleason. She won't sell, and leases and rents only under certain conditions. All renters are her husband's workmen. I suppose there's seven or eight hundred in the tannery and brickyard. She won't permit a licensed hotel on her land.
He's easy-like to lead. We heard there wasn't no drinkin' places about Italee they wasn't allowed so we come." "Yes; I've heard that Mr. Gleason tried to keep the place free from drink." "Yes'm, but folks down there say that the Senator don't have much to do about that. It's his wife that does all the bothering. She's the one that tends to that.
She was a subdued, worn-out little soul whose experience with the world had made her feel that every one was but awaiting an excuse to find fault with her. Her manner as she replied was more apologetic than explanatory. "No; I hain't. I counted on being home before noon. My man has a job in the brickyard at Italee, and we'd been there now if the train hadn't stopped.
Ze warrant. You see?" She paused, throwing her head back with such a fine air of defiance that even her wrinkled face and homely domestic garb could not dim its glory. "You shall arrest Mam'selle! Here you shall bring her. See listen! You know what our great Napoleon say? 'Across ze Alps lies Italee. So shall you arrest Mam'selle!"
He does not obligate himself to question his buyers. He may ask Big Bill a trifle more than anyone else, but that is no infringement of the law. I think there was no doubt in anyone's mind who was the instigator of this 'speak-easy' business at Italee; but he was shrewd enough to keep within the letter of the law. We could not touch him, and he knew it." "The whole business is nefarious!
"There are too many people watching him, eager to find him overstepping the letter of the law. I can promise you, Mrs. Koons, that he or his friend, Bill Kyler, will not be long at either Gleasonton or Italee. But come, let us dispose of the lunch while the babies are taking care of themselves." She had arranged the repast as daintily as her surroundings would permit.
I was expectin' that I'd be home in time for dinner, and I would if the train hadn't been late." "You can't get to Italee to-night, then," said her benefactress. "There's only one train a day from Gleasonton to Italee and it has gone by this time. They don't wait on the accommodation." "Can't I? Isn't there?" Mrs. Koons' countenance fell. "But I've got to get there!
"Your husband works at Italee?" asked the woman of the child's mother, as she was arranging her lunch for them. "Yes'm, he works in the brickyard there. We hain't been there long. I was just up home buryin' my mother." "What is your husband's name?" "Koons Sam Koons. He's a molder. They pay pretty well there. That's why we moved.
There hain't no one I know in Gleasonton. If it wasn't for carrying the children, I'd walk. It hain't more than five miles, and mebbe I'd meet someone going up. The trucks come down pretty often. I've got to get there even if I have to walk." Back of her years of repression, her native independence showed. She had set out to reach Italee, and she meant to.
"Big brunettes with long stelets On the shores of Italee, Dutch girls with golden curls Beside the Zuyder Zee..." Everybody cheered again; Andrews kept looking at the girl at the next table, whose face was red from laughter. She had a handkerchief pressed to her mouth, and kept saying in a low voice: "O qu'il est drole, celui-la.... O qu'il est drole."