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Lephil, editor of the National Magazine, for whom he was writing a serial, had showed him some of my verse, and he must hasten to encourage me ... I puzzled long over the writer's signature.... It could not be possible! but it seemed to be inscribed with the name of a novelist famous for his investigations of capitalistic abuses of the people ... the author of the sensational novel, The Slaughter House, which was said to out-Zola Zola Penton Baxter.
Penton Gray made no effort now to look round for danger, but, unstopping his water-bottle, he crept closer to his companion in adversity, passed the strap of the boy's shako from under his chin, thrust his cap from his head to lie amongst the grass, and then opened the collar of his coatee and began to trickle a little water between the poor fellow's lips and sprinkled a little upon his temples.
Peace was patched. We then sat together, under the chequered shade of the big tree which towered over our table ... Baxter waxed as eloquent as an angel ... the wonderful, absurd, little man. Daniel came romping out for breakfast. Penton reached for the morning's mail.
The trial began, and presently Crane and Penton were called on to testify. "Did you see the prisoner steal the mare?" demanded Barry sharply. "No, but " "It stands to reason that he did, or he wouldn't have had her in his possession." "Mr. Sherwood, you may take the stand." Walter gave a brief account of the way in which he became possessed of Bess. "Does Mr.
Penton was much impressed with my stories of tramp days and tales of adventure on land and sea, which you may be sure my sense of the dramatic had encouraged me to lay on thick and he, plainly, did not desire any heat in the discussion which was to follow.... "Recently it has come to my attention that there has been a lot of gossip about you and Hildreth ... your conduct together."
For the first time in my life I perceived how a desperate woman can twist a man any way she wants. "No, you must not go! it is I who am going to show that I trust you." "Good God!" I protested this was too much! "no, no ... good-night, both of you ... good-night, Penton! good-night, Hildreth!" Penton Baxter stepped in my way, took hold of one of my hands in both of his....
"Come on down and join us, Ruth, we're having a cup of coffee a-piece." "It's only two o'clock ... what's everybody doing up so early? Has Penton come back?" "No ... but do come down and join us," I replied. "I tell you, I thought it was burglars at first, and I was going to the drawer in Penton's room and get out his six-shooter." "Does Penton keep a gun?" I asked.
You know, my dear, old Southern daddy he thinks Penton is a limb of the old Nick himself ... with his theories about life, and the freedom of relations between the sexes, and all that ... even yet he may leave me out of his will for coming up here, though he has all the confidence in the world in me."
I knew that, in spite of the high pressure we had lived under during the past summer, Darrie was trying hard to be just, to be friend to all of us.... She laughed at the disorder of the place ... dishes unwashed ... food scattered about on the table.... "What a pair of love-birds you two are." "And has Penton accepted the situation?"
"No, they're both a couple of ninnies ... but there's this to be said for Penton, he's trying to get something done for the betterment of humanity ... while Hildreth's only a parasite." "And Darrie how about her?
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