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And they had gone up onto the anxious seat a-sheddin' tears, and they all knelt down there, and Deacon Lathers he went right up and knelt down right by Sister Irene Filkins, and them that wuz there say, that right while he wuz a-prayin' loud and strong for 'em all, and her specially, he put his arm round her and acted in such a way that she resented it bitterly.
Lathers meanwhile had been called upon to direct a gang of laborers who were moving an enormous iron buoy-float down the cinder-covered path to the dock. Two of the men walked beside the buoy, steadying it with their hands. Lathers was leaning against the board fence of the shop whittling a stick, while the others worked. Suddenly there was an angry cry for Lathers, and every man stood still.
I wuz along here las' week, an' see ye wuz put back fer stone. If I'd had the job, I'd had her unloaded two days befoore." "You're dead right, Dan," said Lathers, with an expression of disgust. "This woman business ain't no good, nohow. She ought to be over her tubs." "She does her work, though," Babcock said, beginning to see the drift of things. "Oh, I don't be sayin' she don't.
Sez I, "Every one knows that in the first place Simeon Lathers wuz the man that led her astray." "It wuzn't proved," sez Josiah, a-turnin' the almanac over and lookin' at the advertisement on the back side on't. "And why wuzn't it proved?" sez I, "because he held a big piece of gold against the mouths of the witnesses."
Ye've been at it all summer, an' ye think I haven't watched ye; but I have. And ye say I don't pay full wages, and have got a lot of boys to do men's work, an' oughter be over me tubs. Now let me tell ye" Lathers shrank back, cowering before her "if ever I hear ye openin' yer head about me, or me teams, or me work, I'll make ye swallow every tooth in yer head.
"Now, the next time I come, Pete Lathers," she said firmly, "I'll miss the plank and take yer face." Then she turned, and stalked out of the yard. The bad weather so long expected finally arrived. An afternoon of soft, warm autumn skies, aglow with the radiance of the setting sun, and brilliant in violet and gold, had been followed by a cold, gray morning.
"I come up fer de mont's pay," he said coolly to Babcock, the corner of his eye glued to Lathers. "De ole woman said ye'd hev it ready." "Mrs. Grogan's?" asked the bookkeeper, shuffling over his envelopes. "Yep. Tom Grogan." "Can you sign the pay-roll?" "You bet" with an eye still out for Lathers.
The next moment he was running along the dock, the money envelope tight in his hand, sticking out his tongue at McGaw, and calling to Lathers as he disappeared through the door in the fence, "Somp'n wid a mustache, somp'n wid a mustache," like a news-boy calling an extra. Then a stone grazed Lathers's ear. Lathers sprang through the gate, but the boy was half way through the yard.
Sez I, "I would have it a-pintin' down towards the depths of darkness that wuz in that man's heart that roze it up, and the infamy of the deed that kep him in the meetin' house and turned his victim out of it." "I d'no as she wuz his victim," sez Josiah. Sez I, "Every one knows that in the first place Simeon Lathers wuz the man that led her astray."
All the portraits were recognizable as dead Americans of distinction, and yet, through labeling added, by a daring hand, they were all doing duty here as "Earls of Rossmore." The newest one had left the works as Andrew Jackson, but was doing its best now, as "Simon Lathers Lord Rossmore, Present Earl." On one wall was a cheap old railroad map of Warwickshire.
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