His friends knew it was a lie, but what could they say? What proof could they bring forward? I now ask you what became of that gold? It is a secret no longer. The witness is here," and Stephen held the papers aloft. The silence which now pervaded the hall was most intense. Every ear was strained to its utmost, and every eye was fixed full upon that up-lifted hand.
"Here is my witness," repeated Stephen, "and I ask the man, the last speaker, whose name is signed to this paper, to stand up and give us an explanation."
During the latter part of this speech, Farrington had turned as white as death. He sat bolt upright, with his hands clutching convulsively the edge of the seat. He felt that something terrible was pending, and a horrible, craven fear overwhelmed him! He knew that paper held up there only too well. It was simply a sheet of cheap writing-paper, and yet it was his ruin. It was d.a.m.ning him as a scoundrel and a sneak in the presence of these people!
"Cannot the last speaker explain how his name happens to be here and what he knows about that gold?"
These words fell like the knell of doom upon Farrington"s ears. What was he to do? But something must be done.
"What d"ye mean?" he gasped. "What d"ye want me to explain?"
"About this writing."
"What writin", an" whar did ye git any writin" of mine? It"s some mean trick!" he shouted, jumping to his feet. "This villain has come here fer the purpose of injurin" me! I tell ye it"s false! it"s false!"
"But what about this?" Stephen insisted, calmly holding up one of the papers. "And there are others."
"What is it? What is it? Read it, Steve," came the cry from the audience.
"I say it"s false!" shouted Farrington, springing again to his feet, his face blanched with terror. "It"s a mean trick! Put the villain out! Will ye let an honest man be put upon in this way?"
"Read the paper, Steve," urged several. "Let"s know what"s the matter. We don"t understand this fuss."
Farrington made a pathetic figure as he stood there uncertain what to do.
He knew he was in a trap, but he had not the moral courage to stand up and face the worst like a man. Had he done so there were many who would have pitied him. But he bl.u.s.tered and raved and threatened what he would do.
"If that man will be still for a few minutes," said Stephen, "I shall tell you what these papers contain."
"Sit down, Farrington!" came a general yell. "We"ll hear you later."
"Now," began Stephen. "I shall read this one first. It is not long.
""To-day October 30, 18-- I placed the sum of $5,000 in gold in Silas Farrington"s safe for him to keep until called for. The money is locked in a stout, iron box marked with a cross with white paint. I do not like banks--they are not to be depended upon, and are always failing. This seems to be the best place to put my money. I am to give Mr. Farrington one dollar a month for the use of the safe. "WILLIAM FLETCHER.""
As Stephen finished the reading, a movement took place among the people and angry, threatening words were interchanged.
"It"s a lie!" yelled Farrington. "It"s made up to ruin me! Will ye believe sich a story?"
"Just wait a minute," continued Stephen, holding forth another small piece of paper. Here is further evidence which might be of some service. Listen to this.
""Glendow, Friday, Oct. 30th, 18-- Received from William Fletcher, the sum of $5,000 in gold, in an iron box, to be kept for him in trust in my safe until called for, he promising to pay me one dollar a month for the use of my safe. "SILAS FARRINGTON.""
An intense silence now reigned in the hall. All were waiting to see what would happen next. It was the calm before the storm. The people were more than surprised, they were dumfounded at this sudden turn of events. The purpose of the meeting was forgotten. Then one wild cry went up. There was confusion everywhere, all talking and shouting at once. At this the chairman rose to his feet, and held up his hand for peace. Gradually the commotion subsided, and all waited to hear what he had to say.
"We are much astonished at what has happened," he began. "It is a very serious matter. These papers are of a most damaging nature to one of the candidates here to-night. He has emphatically denied the statements made therein. But we demand further proof. Let him now come forward and speak.
Perhaps he can explain matters fully."
"Hear! Hear!" came from every part of the building.
Half dazed and trembling, Farrington staggered forward, and grasped the back of a chair for support.
"It"s a lie, I tell ye!" he shouted. "But I want to ax one question. Whar did them papers come from? Ye all know very well that everything was burned which old Billy had in the house. Not a sc.r.a.p of anything was left, and how did them papers escape? That"s proof enough to show what a mean trick has been played upon me. I am the one to ax fer an explanation."
"That shall be granted at once," Stephen replied, and in a few words he told of Tony Stickles" arrival, their search beneath the large hearth-stone, and the discovery of the iron box containing the valuable papers.
"Tony is here," said Stephen in conclusion, "and if you do not believe me, ask him."
But there was no need for Tony"s witness. The evidence was already strong enough, and the people were aroused.
"Mr. Farrington," said the chairman, motioning the audience to be quiet.
"If you have that gold in your safe, it will save considerable trouble if you produce it at once. If it is there and you have kept silence and allowed that man of G.o.d to suffer, you deserve the severest punishment. Is it the wish of the people here that the safe should be opened?"
"Ay, ay!" came like a roar of thunder.
"Ye can"t do it!" yelled Farrington, rising to his feet. "It"s my private property, an" I defy anyone to touch my safe."
"Oh, we"ll not touch it," the chairman coolly remarked. "We"ll not lay hands on it. All we ask you to do is to throw open the door and show us what"s inside."
"It ain"t lawful, I say," shouted the desperate man.
"Maybe it isn"t lawful. But we"ll attend to that, I reckon. Sometimes people take the law into their own hands, and I guess that"s what we"ll do to-night. In my opinion there"s not a judge or a jury in the whole land but would support our action. Come now, you"d better do as we desire at once."
Farrington, excited though he was, found it necessary to do some rapid thinking. He knew he could not delay that angry a.s.sembly much longer. One hope only remained, and upon this he acted.
"Very well," he replied, "I might as well go at once. Come when you like, you kin examine everything in the safe. I"m not afeer"d fer ye to look."
He took a step or two forward with the intention of leaving.
"Wait a minute," said the chairman. "Don"t be in too big a hurry. We"ll go along with you. It"s always good to have company on such occasions."
"I don"t want anyone," snapped Farrington, turning angrily upon him.
"No, I know you don"t. But we"re not considering your feelings just now."
"Then, I"ll not go! Do what you like with me!" and Farrington sank back upon the seat, a pitiable bundle of wretched humanity.
Chapter XXVII
In the Toils
During the whole of this excitement, Mrs. Farrington had remained motionless, striving to comprehend the meaning of it all. At first a great rage filled her heart at the thought of Stephen Frenelle talking in such a way to her husband. But when the papers had been read her anger was changed to fear, which was much increased by Farrington"s excited condition. She realized that he was placed in an unenviable position, but thought not so much of the meanness of his deed as of what the neighbours would say. How could she ever hold up her head again? she wondered. How the women would talk! And then to think that Si was in danger of losing the election, all on account of this Stephen Frenelle. What business had he to interfere? It was no concern of his. She watched everything which took place, and listened eagerly to each word. She heard the chairman ordering her husband to wait until several went with him to search his safe. Then when she had seen him sink upon the seat at her side, she gave one cry and fell prostrate upon the floor.
At once several people sprang forward, and strong arms bore her through the crowd into the open air.
Farrington hardly noticed what was taking place. He sat huddled upon the seat where he had dropped, helpless and full of despair.