You don"t understand it, and you don"t--you don"t do it because you care." He smiled wanly, his odd distorted smile of friendliness. "When you go back you might tell father I"m all right. I"m working through a law-school here--and remember me to Norbert Flitcroft," he finished, with a chuckle.
Eugene covered his eyes again and groaned.
"It"s all right," Joe a.s.sured him. "You"re as safe as if it had never happened. And I expect"--he went on, thoughtfully--"I expect, maybe, you"d prefer NOT to say you"d seen me, when you go back to Canaan.
Well, that"s all right. I don"t suppose father will be asking after me--exactly."
"No, he doesn"t," said Eugene, still white and shaking. "Don"t stand talking. I"m sick."
"Of course," returned Joe. "But there"s one thing I would like to ask you--"
"Your father"s health is perfect, I believe."
"It--it--it was something else," Joe stammered, pitifully. "Are they all--are they all--all right at--at Judge Pike"s?"
"Quite!" Eugene replied, sharply. "Are you going to get me away from here? I"m sick, I tell you!"
"This street," said Joe, and cheerfully led the way.
Five minutes later the two had parted, and Joe leaned against a cheap restaurant sign-board, drearily staring after the lamps of the gypsy night-cab he had found for his step-brother. Eugene had not offered to share the vehicle with him, had not even replied to his good-night.
And Joe himself had neglected to do something he might well have done: he had not asked Eugene for news of Ariel Tabor. It will not justify him entirely to suppose that he a.s.sumed that her grandfather and she had left Canaan never to return, and therefore Eugene knew nothing of her; no such explanation serves Joe for his neglect, for the fair truth is that he had not thought of her. She had been a sort of playmate, before his flight, a friend taken for granted, about whom he had consciously thought little more than he thought about himself--and easily forgotten. Not forgotten in the sense that she had pa.s.sed out of his memory, but forgotten none the less; she had never had a place in his imaginings, and so it befell that when he no longer saw her from day to day, she had gone from his thoughts altogether.
VIII
A BAD PENNY TURNS UP
Eugene did not inform Canaan, nor any inhabitant, of his adventure of "Straw-Cellar," nor did any hear of his meeting with his step-brother; and after Mr. Arp"s adventure, five years pa.s.sed into the imperishable before the town heard of the wanderer again, and then it heard at first hand; Mr. Arp"s prophecy fell true, and he took it back to his bosom again, claimed it as his own the morning of its fulfilment. Joe Louden had come back to Canaan.
The elder Louden was the first to know of his prodigal"s return. He was alone in the office of the wooden-b.u.t.ter-dish factory, of which he was the superintendent, when the young man came in unannounced. He was still pale and thin; his eyebrows had the same crook, one corner of his mouth the same droop; he was only an inch or so taller, not enough to be thought a tall man; and yet, for a few moments the father did not recognize his son, but stared at him, inquiring his business. During those few seconds of unrecognition, Mr. Louden was somewhat favorably impressed with the stranger"s appearance.
"You don"t know me," said Joe, smiling cheerfully. "Perhaps I"ve changed in seven years." And he held out his hand.
Then Mr. Louden knew; he tilted back in his desk-chair, his mouth falling open. "Good G.o.d!" he said, not noticing the out-stretched hand. "Have YOU come back?"
Joe"s hand fell.
"Yes, I"ve come back to Canaan."
Mr. Louden looked at him a long time without replying; finally he remarked:
"I see you"ve still got a scar on your forehead."
"Oh, I"ve forgotten all about that," said the other, twisting his hat in his hands. "Seven years wipes out a good many grievances and wrongs."
"You think so?" Mr Louden grunted. "I suppose it might wipe out a good deal with some people. How"d you happen to stop off at Canaan? On your way somewhere, I suppose."
"No, I"ve come back to stay."
Mr. Louden plainly received this as no pleasant surprise. "What for?"
he asked, slowly.
"To practise law, father."
"What!"
"Yes," said the young man. "There ought to be an opening here for me.
I"m a graduate of as good a law-school as there is in the country--"
"You are!"
"Certainly," said Joe, quietly. "I"ve put myself through, working in the summer--"
"Working!" Mr. Louden snorted. "Side-shows?"
"Oh, worse than that, sometimes," returned his son, laughing.
"Anything I could get. But I"ve always wanted to come back home and work here."
Mr. Louden leaned forward, a hand on each knee, his brow deeply corrugated. "Do you think you"ll get much practice in Canaan?"
"Why not? 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. "Oh, I know they thought I was a harum-scarum sort of boy," he answered lightly, "and that it was a foolish thing to run away for nothing; but you had said I mustn"t come to you for help--"
"I meant it," said Mr. Louden.
"But that"s seven years ago, and I suppose the town"s forgotten all about it, and forgotten me, too. So, you see, I can make a fresh start. That"s what I came back for."
"You"ve made up your mind to stay here, then?"
"Yes."
"I don"t believe," said Mr. Louden, with marked uneasiness, "that Mrs.
Louden would be willing to let you live with us."
"No," said Joe, gently. "I didn"t expect it." He turned to the window and looked out, averting his face, yet scoring himself with the contempt he had learned to feel for those who pity themselves. His father had not even asked him to sit down. There was a long silence, disturbed only by Mr. Louden"s breathing, which could be heard, heavy and troubled.
At last Joe turned again, smiling as before. "Well, I won"t keep you from your work," he said. "I suppose you"re pretty busy--"