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Three times a day I called at Madame Pierson's and each time was refused admittance. I received one letter from her; she said that my assiduity was causing talk in the village, and begged me to call less frequently. Not a word about Mercanson or her illness.
"That is sad," he said; "very, very sad." "Yes," murmured Mrs. Mitchett; "that's what I tell 'Ilda." The girl's glance, lowered for a second, resumed its impersonal scrutiny of Pierson's face. "What is the man's name and regiment? Perhaps we can get leave for him to come home and marry Hilda at once." Mrs. Mitchett sniffed. "She won't give it, sir. Now, 'Ilda, give it to Mr. Pierson."
Dear brethren, we may all bring swords." Pierson's chin jerked; he raised his hand quickly and passed it over his face.
This impenetrability and something mulish in her attitude annoyed him. "I can't think," he said, "how you could so have forgotten yourself. It's truly grievous." Mrs. Mitchett murmured: "Yes, sir; the girls gets it into their heads that there's going to be no young men for them." "That's right," said the girl sullenly. Pierson's lips grew tighter. "Well, what can I do for you, Mrs.
"Flossy Pierson's sprained her ankle." "Ze leetle bear?" shrieked Pulatki; then he clutched his hair in both hands and raved maledictions on the absent Flossy. "See here," said Reeser, "this is no time for fireworks. Who in the devil is to take her place?" "Zere is none," wailed Pulatki. "She make her own part. I cannot teach it." "It's not the part that bothers me," said Reeser.
Toward midnight I approached Madame Pierson's house; she was at the window. Seeing her there I began to tremble and tried to retrace my steps, but I was fascinated; I advanced gently and sadly and sat down beneath her window.
"We wouldn't get lost," I said. "We wouldn't get lost in a cab and in the railway. You're so stupid, Tom. You've been going on so about being so unhappy here, and it was all to please you I thought of going to Pierson's, and now I suppose you'll make out it was all me, when Uncle Geoff speaks about it."
"And I'm hard as oak from tramping those roads, and I've learned you ought to have been along, Pierson. I know people as I never could have come to know them by any other means what they think, what they want, how they can be reached." There was still much of the boy in Pierson's face. But Scarborough looked the man, developed, ready. Pierson wandered into the bedroom to complete his survey.
I confess that such isolated life, which is found here and there in small towns, under a thousand unknown roofs, had always had on me the effect of stagnant pools of water; the air does not seem respirable: in everything on earth that is forgotten, there is something of death. On Madame Pierson's table were some papers and new books; they appeared as if they had not been more than touched.
The barbs had always voted humbly with the aristocratic Sigma Alphas; so Pierson's political leadership apparently had no onerous duties attached to it and he was not the man to make work for himself. As the annual election approached he heard rumors of barb disaffection, of threatened barb revolt. Vance, his barb lieutenant, reassured him.
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