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Long before Jed's time there had been such a faction, then the dominant one of the place, now steadily losing ground as civilization seeped in, but still strong because bound by ties of kindred and of interest to the honest law-abiding majority.
Of course Charlie didn't know of my going; he never would have permitted it if he had. But I went and begged and pleaded. It did no good. Why, even the judge at the trial, when he charged the jury, spoke of the defendant's youth and previous good character. . . ." She covered her eyes with her hand. Poor Jed's face was a picture of distress. "Now now, Mrs.
They came in sight of the Smalley front gate and Jed came out of his walking trance to hear her say: "Anyway, we like it all but the sal'ratus biscuits and the coffee and THEY are dreadful. Mamma thinks it's made of chickenry the coffee, I mean." At the gate Jed's "queerness," or shyness, came upon him. The idea of meeting Mrs. Armstrong or even the members of the Smalley family he shrank from.
Bill, go over there and put some of that bacon on to fry. If she doesn't get out of the way I'll give her something to jump for." And he patted the stock of his gun. Instinctively I drew my revolver, and pushed its black muzzle into the light under Jed's nose. "Shall I give him a dose?" I asked eagerly. "Not yit; O Lord, not yit!" he exclaimed, dancing from one foot to the other in excitement.
Mamma says he's choking no, I mean joking when he talks that way and that we'll understand the jokes lots better when we're older. SHE understands them almost always," she added proudly. Phillips laughed. Jed's slow smile appeared and vanished. "Looks as if facin' my jokes was no child's play, don't it," he observed. "Well, I will give in that gettin' any fun out of 'em is a man's size job."
Arlie made no offer to leave the room. "He's hardly up to business yet, is he?" she asked, as carelessly as she could. "Then we'll give it another name. I'm making a neighborly call to ask how he is, and to return some things he lost." Jed's hand went into his pocket and drew forth leisurely a photograph. This he handed to Arlie right side up, smiling the while, with a kind of masked deviltry.
Says you are her one dependable in Orham, or something like that." Jed's face turned a bright red. "Oh, sho, sho!" he protested, "she mustn't talk that way. I haven't done anything." "She says you have. Well, by-by." He went away. It was some time before Jed resumed his chisel- sharpening.
If Jed's mind had been of the super-critical type it might have deemed the subject of scarcely sufficient importance to warrant the major's pursuing him to the Hunniwells'. It was simply the subject of Phineas Babbitt and the latter's anti-war utterances and surmised disloyalty. "You see," explained Grover, "some one evidently has reported the old chap to the authorities as a suspicious person.
What did you spend it for?" "Oh oh, some things I needed." "Sho! Is that so? What things?" Jed's shaking hand moved across his chin. "Oh I I forget," he faltered. Then, after a desperate struggle, "I I I bought a suit of clothes." The effort of this confession was a peculiar one. Captain Sam Hunniwell put back his head and roared with laughter.
"Well," he observed, "I suppose it's your affair and not mine. But, I tell you this, Ros: if it's what I suppose it is, it'll be everybody's affair pretty soon." "You think so, do you?" "I know so. Cap'n Jed's a fighter and he is on the war path. The two sides are lining up already. Whichever way you decide you'll make enemies, of course." I shrugged my shoulders.
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