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I've had a year in a good office in New York since I left the school, and I think I ought to get along all right." "Oh," said Mr. Louden, briefly. "You do?" "Yes. Don't you?" "Who do you think in Canaan would put a case in your hands?" "Oh, I don't expect to get anything important at the start. But after a while " "With your reputation?" The smile which had faded from Joe's lips returned to them.
In the present case, however, contrary to the rules of romance, the champion falls in duress and passes to the dungeon. We merely suggest, en passant, that some of our best citizens might deem it a wonderful and beauteous thing if, in addition to paying the fine, Mr. Louden could serve for the loyal Happy his six months in the Bastile!"
She sat with her back to him, as did Eugene. "You have changed, I think, since last summer," he heard her say, reflectively. "For the worse, ma cherie?" Joe's expression might have been worth seeing when Eugene said "ma cherie," for it was known in the Louden household that Mr. Bantry had failed to pass his examination in the French language. "No," she answered.
His testimony settled it. In time the precise nature of the fugitive's sins was distorted in report and grew vague; it was recalled that he had done dread things; he became a tradition, a legend, and a warning to the young; a Richard in the bush to frighten colts. He was preached at boys caught playing marbles "for keeps": "Do you want to grow up like Joe Louden?"
"She missed him," said Squire Buckalew. "I saw him go out half an hour ago. BUT," he added, and, exercising a self-restraint close upon the saintly, did not even glance toward the heap which was Mr. Arp, "I notice she left her flowers!" Ariel was not the only one who climbed the dingy stairs that day and read the pencilled script upon Joe's door: "Will not return until evening. J. Louden."
In The Conquest of Canaan Louden plays Prince Hal among the lowest his town affords, only to mount with a rush to the mayoralty when he is ready. The Guest of Quesnay takes a hero who is soiled with every vileness, smashes his head in an automobile accident, and thus transforms him into that glorious kind of creature known as a "Greek god" beautiful and innocent beyond belief or endurance.
Out of the confusion of report, the judicious were able by evenfall to extract a fair history of this day of revolution. There remained no doubt that Joe Louden was in attendance at the death-bed of Eskew Arp, and somehow it came to be known that Colonel Flitcroft, Squire Buckalew, and Peter Bradbury had shaken hands with Joe and declared themselves his friends.
And as for Joe Louden, his step-mother's own sister, Jane, says to me only yesterday afternoon, 'Why, law! Mrs. Flitcroft, she says, 'it's a wonder to me, she says, 'that your husband and those two other old fools don't lay down in the gutter and let that Joe Louden walk over 'em."
Her gaze had not wavered in meeting his, but at this her eyelashes began to wink uncontrollably, her chin to tremble. She bent over the sleeve and picked it up, before Joe Louden, who had started towards her, could do it for her. Then turning, her head still bent so that her face was hidden from both of them, she ran out of the gate. "DO go!" Joe called after her, vehemently. "Go!
"I expect you think I'm real foolish," she said, "but I be'n waitin' so awful long and I got a good deal of worry on my mind till I see Mr. Louden." "I am sorry," Ariel turned from the roses, and faced her and the heavy perfume. "I hope he will come soon." "I hope so," said the other. "It's something to do with me that keeps him away, and the longer he is the more it scares me."
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