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Newbolt in a horrified voice which, low-pitched and groaning that it was carried to the farthest corner of that big, solemn room. The outburst caused a little movement in the room, attended by considerable noise and some shifting of feet. Some laughed, for there are some to laugh everywhere at the most sincere emotions of the human breast. The judge rapped for order.
And the future was clouded to Joe Newbolt now, like a window-pane with frost upon it, where all had been so clear in his calculations but a day before. In his heart he feared the ordeal for Isom Chase was a man of evil repute. Long ago Chase's first wife had died, without issue, cursed to her grave because she had borne him no sons to labor in his fields.
"You needn't think I'll do anything for you!" she said to her niece; "I shall write to Mr. Houghton and tell him so. I shall tell him he isn't any more disgusted with this business than I am. And you can take Bingo with you!" "I came to get him," Eleanor said, faintly. "Come, Eleanor," Maurice said; and Mrs. Newbolt, puffing and talking, had to make way for them.
Newbolt viewed the officious constable's preparations for the journey with many expressions of anger and disdain. "Just look at that old fool, Bill Frost, with that revolver!" said she, turning to the neighbors, who stood silently watching. "Just as if Joe would hurt anybody, or try to run away!" Sympathy seemed to be lacking in the crowd.
He sat there and looked up at the Widow Newbolt, raising his eyebrows and rolling his eyes, but not lifting his head, which was slightly bent. "Well, what's to be's to be," said he. "When's he goin' to marry?" "When he's through goin' to college." "That'll be two or three years, maybe?" "Maybe." "Hum; Alice Price she'll be gettin' purty well along by that time."
Newbolt walked in twice a week to see him, carrying with her a basket of biscuits and other homely things dear to her son's palate. All of which the sheriff speared with knitting-needles, and tried on various domestic animals, to make certain that the Widow Newbolt did not cheat the gallows out of its due by concealing saws in pies, or introducing poison to her hopeless offspring in boiled eggs.
And she had caught him without a coat! Mrs. Newbolt sat stiffly in the parlor in surroundings which were of the first magnitude of grandeur to her, with corn pictures adorning the walls along with some of the colonel's early transgressions in landscapes, and the portraits of colonels in the family line who had gone before.
Time and poverty were pressing upon Sarah Newbolt also, relaxing there that bright hour in the sun, straying away from her troubles and her vexations like an autumn butterfly among the golden leaves, unmindful of the frost which soon must cut short its day.
If only he would not lie to me!... Does she call him 'Maurice'? Perhaps she called him 'darling'?" The thought of an intimacy like that, was oil on the vehement flame! "You look dreadfully, Eleanor," Mrs. Newbolt told her once, her pale, protruding eyes full of real anxiety. "I'd go and see a doctor, if I were you." "I'm well enough," Eleanor said, listlessly.
Morgan was there, and the record of justice in the case of state against Newbolt was about to be made final and complete. "You say it's all over, Judge," spoke Morgan. "What did they do with Joe?" "What happened in court today," said Judge Maxwell, rising to his feet, "you would have heard if you had been there. But as you were not, it is not for me to relate.
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