"You can say name. A snake has a name. And you want a chance to defend yours."
"Mr. Lyman, I really have no defense--I"m done up. I needed money and I put your name to that note, and if you want to disgrace my family, why you can send me to the penitentiary. I have suffered over it, day and night, and I am going to make the amount good if I live long enough. You can take everything I"ve got in here. But I suppose you would rather send me to the penitentiary."
Lyman sat down. "When I left my office," said he, "I was angry enough to kill you, but now you appear so contemptible that I am sorry for you."
"And I feel as contemptible as I look."
"I don"t think that is quite possible. If you felt as contemptible as you look you"d blow your brains out." He got up and stood looking at Caruthers. He put his hand to his forehead as if a troublesome thought were pa.s.sing through his mind. "Now that I am here I don"t know what to do," said he. "I know that you ought to be punished, but my old weakness comes upon me and I falter." Caruthers brightened and Lyman looked like an abashed criminal.
"Lyman," said Caruthers, "if you have any mercy left, let me throw myself upon it. I know that there ought to be an end to your forgiveness, but why should you draw the line at me?"
"I am a fool," said Lyman, "and it makes me blush to know that I can"t hide it from you. But you are so contemptible that I haven"t the heart to punish you."
He tore the note into bits and turned toward the door, with his head hung low. He thought that he heard something and looking back he caught Caruthers laughing at him. His head went up; a strange light drove the gentleness out of his eyes.
"Ah, you laugh at my weakness. A moment ago I didn"t know what to do.
Now I know."
He sprang at Caruthers and seized him by the collar--he shoved him back and struck him in the mouth--he jerked him to his knees, threw him upon the floor and kicked him. The cries of the wretch brought a crowd to the door. A constable rushed in. "Get away," Lyman commanded.
"He belongs to me."
"But you don"t want to kill him," the officer replied. "Look, you have knocked his teeth out."
"So I have. Well, you may have him now."
Warren sat in the office, smoking. "Why, what"s the matter?" he asked, as Lyman entered. "I"ll bet you"ve got another piece of news to suppress."
"No, I haven"t--we"ll give it two columns. I knocked Brother Caruthers" teeth out and I"m glad of it."
"Good!" Warren cried. And then he called the office boy. "Tom, wet down two hundred extra copies for the next edition. Oh, Samuel, you are coming on first rate. What did he do?"
"He laughed at my weakness."
"Glad of it. Oh, we are prospering. Make a piece of news out of it, and don"t think about yourself. Write it in the third. Talk about hard times when things come this way! Why, the world is on a keen jump. Hold on a moment. Here comes Nancy"s dad."
Old man Pitt came walking carefully into the room, looking about to avoid upsetting anything. He shook hands with Lyman and Warren, looked for a place to spit, did not find it and spat on the floor. "I seen your little rumpus over yonder jest now," said he, "and it was powerful entertainin". You s.n.a.t.c.hed that feller about like he wa"n"t nothin" more than a feather pillow. And I"m glad of it, for if there ever was a scoundrel on the face of the earth he"s the man. I drapped in town today to see if there was any news goin" on, an" I bucked up agin it the first off-start. That"s what I call keepin" things lively.
Mr. Warren, our cousin Jerry was over at the house last night."
"The deuce you say!" Warren exclaimed.
"Yes, sir, last night; and he apologized for havin" been a leetle slow. He "lowed that it had been in his mind all along to marry Nancy--"
"I"ll shoot the top of his head off!" Warren broke in.
"No need of that, my son. I told him that we was much obleeged for his deliberation as the feller says, but that he was too late; and Nancy she up and tells him that she never had thought of marryin" him, and that she wouldn"t have had him if he had asked her three years ago.
And then she "lowed that she loved you--"
"Talk about women!" Warren cried. "There"s one for your life. And say, I"ll be out there tomorrow morning at eight o"clock and the ceremony will be performed at half past eight. Just hold on, now, there"s no use in arguing with me. She was born to you, but, by George, she was born for me, and that"s all there is to it."
"Young feller," said Mr. Pitt, "the day for me to buck agin you is past. I don"t mind markin" yearlin" calves and I don"t hold off when it comes to breakin" up a hornet"s nest, but I stand ready and willin" to fling up my hands when it comes to pullin" agin you. I have been kept busy many a time in my life; I have been woke up at mornin"
and kept on the stretch pretty nigh till midnight, but you can come nearer occupyin" all my time and the time of all my folks than any article I ever come up against. I give in and so do the rest of them.
You can jump on a hoss and ride right out there and marry her before I can git home if you want to."
The old fellow bowed his head as if he were exhausted with the strain of a long fight. Lyman sputtered with laughter, and Warren, his eyes shedding the light of victory, thus addressed the old man: "I am glad that you have at last given your consent, and I want to tell you that you shall never regret it."
"That"s all right, young feller. I never squeal when a man outwinds me, and I am as much out-winded now as if I"d been wra.s.selin" with a bear. Nancy saw how the fight was goin", her and her mother, and for the past week or so they have been makin" clothes fitten to kill themselves, and if Nancy ain"t got enough yet, why, I"ll jest tell her to put on all she"s got ready and let it rip at that. Well, I"m goin"
now. I expect mebby, young feller, you"ll beat me home and be married agin I git there, but I"ve got nothin" to say. I know when I"m winded.
Good day."
They shook hands with him, and when he was gone Warren said: "Well, things are settling down on a fair sort of a basis. I like that old man, Lyman, and I don"t believe I"ll rush him; believe I"ll give them more time to get things ready. I could go out there tonight, but I"ll wait till tomorrow morning and let the ceremony be performed at eight o"clock. I"ll get up about five and pick up a preacher on the way.
He"s a poor fellow and needs the job."
"Good!" Lyman cried. "I am really glad that you have decided not to push the old man."
"Yes, I think it best to give him and the girl plenty of time. Don"t you?"
"I rather think so. They ought at least to have time enough to wash their faces and comb their hair. But to tell you the truth I don"t relish the idea of getting up so early."
"You don"t? Why, you"ve got nothing to do with it. Did you think I was going to let you go? Not much. You"d guy me and that would turn the whole thing into a farce. It"s a fact that I don"t want you; I may be peculiar, but I can"t help it. I tell you what you must do: We"ll be in town day after tomorrow night and I want you to come down to the house and take supper with us."
"I"ll be there."
"But you mus"n"t guy Nancy. She"ll be scared anyway."
"I won"t guy her. I shall feel more disposed to p.r.o.nounce a benediction."
"I"m glad you feel that way though we don"t want the occasion to be solemn. Where are you going?"
"Over to old Jasper"s to imprison myself in my room. I want to think."
While Lyman was busy with Caruthers, Eva was tripping along a gra.s.s-grown street. She and her mother had just returned. The social relationship between the banker"s daughter and the daughter of old Jasper Staggs had not been close; Eva"s visits had always been a surprise. And on this day when Annie saw her coming, she got up in a flutter to meet her at the door.
"Why, how do you do?" Annie cried, catching her hand. "I am delighted to see you. When did you get home? We didn"t hear that you had come back."
"We returned not more than an hour ago."
"Come in and put your things off."
"I haven"t time to stay but a few moments. Is your mother well?"
"Yes, very well. I will call her."
"Oh, no, I"m going to remain so short a time. I was out walking and I thought I"d stop for a moment. Is your father well?"
"Yes, as well as usual. I don"t know where he is--out in the garden, I suppose."