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The plain is about five miles wide. These I have named the Louden Springs. Friday, 24th June, Louden Springs. I must remain here to-day, and put the last of the shoes upon some of the horses which are getting rather lame. I have been making them go without as long as I can. Saturday, 25th June, Louden Springs. Started at 7.50. The channel still broad and sandy. Sunday, 26th June, The Douglas.
And never one of the fire-eaters upon the steps lived long enough to live down the hateful cry of that day, "HEAD HIM OFF!" which was to become a catch-word on the streets, a taunt more stinging than any devised by deliberate invention, an insult bitterer than the ancestral doubt, a fighting-word, and the great historical joke of Canaan, never omitted in after-days when the tale was told how Joe Louden took that short walk across the Court-house yard which made him Mayor of Canaan.
An item of the testimony was that Joseph Louden had helped to carry one of the ladies present a Miss Le Roy, who had fainted to the open air, and had jostled the stranger in passing. Louden paid the culprit's fine which was the largest in the power of the presiding judge in his mercy to bestow.
"Oh, I know they thought I was a harum-scarum sort of boy," he answered lightly, "and that it was a foolish thing to run away for nothing; but you had said I mustn't come to you for help " "I meant it," said Mr. Louden. "But that's seven years ago, and I suppose the town's forgotten all about it, and forgotten me, too. So, you see, I can make a fresh start. That's what I came back for."
Arp made no response, but stood stock-still in the way, staring at him fiercely, "Don't you know me, Mr. Arp?" the young man asked. "I'm Joe Louden." Eskew abruptly thrust his face close to the other's. "NO FREE SEATS!" he hissed, savagely; and swept across to the hotel to set his world afire.
I quote, with his permission given me before his lamented death, from several letters that he wrote me: "My first authentic information on the subject was from a gentleman named William Louden, whom I met in St. Louis in 1873, when I was attached to the Missouri Republican. Mr. Louden was a great-grandson of Mary Paul Louden, sister of John Paul Jones.
It is also singular, in view of this will leaving property to his grandmother, that the Louden whom Mr. Buell knew and who is said to have died in New Orleans 1887 should have been so mistaken in his statements; but on this point the evidence of the will is absolutely conclusive. IX. Paul Jones Never a Man of Wealth
"Mike," said Joe, "have you got room for me? Can you take me in for a few days until I find a place in town where they'll let me stay?" The red-bearded man rose slowly, pushed back his hat, and stared hard at the wanderer; then he uttered a howl of joy and seized the other's hands in his and shook them wildly. "Glory be on high!" he shouted. "It's Joe Louden come back!
"Well, I'm damned!" was the simple comment of the elder Louden when his step-son sought him out at the factory and repeated this statement to him. "So am I, I think," said Eugene, wanly. "Good-bye. I'm going now to see mother, but I'll be gone before you come home." "Gone where?" "Just away. I don't know where," Eugene answered from the door. "I couldn't live here any longer.
This last one seemed to content them, for they went very quietly for the rest of the day; they had, however, lost a pick, which could not be found. The party arrived at Mr. Ferguson's station, at Hamilton Springs, that evening. Louden Spa was reached on the 8th of January. The next day Mr. Stuart writes: "Wednesday, 9th January, Louden Spa. I am obliged to leave two horses.
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