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The red on the back of his neck grew deeper. At last the explosion occurred. "Louada Murilla Sproul, do you mean to say that you've had this thing in your fam'ly once, and was knowin' what it meant, and then let them three Shanghaiers come in here and shove this bloodsucker bus'ness onto me, and git away all safe and sound?
Louada Murilla admitted three men, who marched in solemnly, one behind the other, all beaming with great cordiality. Cap'n Sproul, not yet out of the doldrums, simply glowered and grunted as they took seats. Then one of them, whom Sproul knew as Ludelphus Murray, the local blacksmith, arose and cleared his throat with ominous formality. "It's best to hammer while the iron is hot, Cap'n," he said.
So here's what I done there and then, Louada Murilla: I praised up the voters of Smyrna as bein' the best people on earth and then I told 'em that, havin' an interest in the old town and wantin' to see her sail on full and by and all muslin drawin' and no barnacles of debt on the bottom, I'd donate out of my pocket enough to pay up all them prizes and purses contracted for in the celebration and then I resigned again as first selectman.
"I reckon I can pertect ye from all the tramps ever let loose out of jails and and when I git to the bottom of this I predict there'll be bloodshed there'll be bones broke, anyway." With one more malevolent look at the Cap'n he started away. "It's only a short cut through the maple growth, Louada Murilla," said Sproul. "My rheumaticks is a good deal better of a sudden. Let's you and me go along."
They made a detour through the Sproul orchard to avoid possible observation by Louada Murilla, the Cap'n's wife, and by so doing showed themselves plainly to any one who might be looking that way from the widow's premises. This was a part of the showman's plan. He hoped to attract Reeves's attention. He did.
The Life Story of the Gallant Captain Aaron Sproul Written by His Affectionate Wife "I reckon that Providunce put her finger on my compass when I steered this way. Louada Murilla," said the Cap'n one day, pausing to relight his pipe. He had insisted on renaming his wife "Louada Murilla," and she had patiently accepted the new name with the resignation of her patient nature.
Let him be waked up good and plenty, and he won't be standin' around makin' faces at us. I see what's got to be done to make a happy home of this. You leave it to me." They saw the Colonel stamping in their direction from the barn. "You run into the house, Louada Murilla," directed the Cap'n, "and leave me have a word with him." The Colonel was evidently as anxious as the Cap'n for a word.
"Them other two be they ?" "They're constables." "There ain't no hope. And it shows how desp'rit' they think I be. It shows they're bound to have me. It's life and death, Louada Murilla. If I don't git anything but State Prison, it's goin' to kill me, for I've lived too free and open to be penned up at my time o' life. It ain't fair it ain't noways fair!" His voice broke.
The first selectman, his eyes gleaming, the horn of gray hair that he twisted in moments of mental stress standing straight up, rose and reached for his hat. "Mutiny on me, will they?" he growled. "We'll jest see about that!" "Where are you goin', Aaron?" asked the placid Louada Murilla, troubled by his ireful demeanor.
"What did you say, Aaron?" eagerly asked his wife. "Repeat it over." He smoked awhile. "Louada Murilla," he said, "when I walked onto that platform my heart was goin' like a donkey-engine workin' a winch, there was a sixty-mile gale blowin' past my ears, and a fog-bank was front of my eyes.
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