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"You will come?" said Joe.
Martin Pike bent his head dazedly,
and at that the other turned quickly
from him and went away without look
ing back.
Ariel was in the studio half an hour
later, when Joe was announced by the
smiling Mr Warden. Ladew was with
her, though upon the point of taking
his leave, and Joe marked, with a
sinking heart, that the young minis
ter's cheeks were flushed and his eyes
very bright
"It was a magnificent thing you did,
Mr. Louden," he said, offering his hand
heartily. "I saw it, and it was even
finer in one way than it was plucky.
It somehow straightened things out
with such perfect good nature. It
made those people feel that what they
were doing was ridiculous."
"So it was," said Joe.
"Few under the circumstances could
have acted as if they thought so. And
I hope you'll let me call upon you, Mr.
Louden."
"I hope you will," he answered and
then, -when the minister had departed,
stood looking after him with sad eyes,
in which there dwelt obscure medita
tions Ladew's word of farewell had
covered a deep look at Ariel, which
was not to be mistaken by Joseph
Louden for anything other than what
it was The clergyman's secret was
an open one, and Joe saw that he was
as frank and manly love as in all
other things "He's a good fellow," he
said at last, sighing"a good man."
Ariel agreed "And he said more to
me than he did to you."
"Yes I think it probable" Joe
smiled sonowfully
"About 3 ou, I mean He had time
to fear that her look admitted confu
sion before she proceeded: "He said he
had never seen anything so fine as
your coming down those steps. Ah, he
was right! But it was harder for me
to watch you, I think, than for you to
do it, Joe. I was so horribly afraid
and the crowd between usif we could
have got near youbut we couldn't
we"
She faltered and pressed her hand
close upon her eyes
"We'" asked Joe slowly "You mean
you and Mr Ladew*?"
"Yes, he was there, but I mean"
her voice ran Into a little laugh with
a beatific quaier it"I mean Colo
nel Flitcroft and Mr Bradbury and
Mr Buckalew, toowe were hemmed
in together when Mr Ladew found us
And, oh, Joe, when that cowardly rush
started toward you those three I've
heard wonderful things in Pans and
Naples, cabmen quarreling and disap
pointed beggars, but never anything
like them today"
"You mean they were profane'"
"Oh, magnificently, and with such
inventiveness' All three begged my
pardon afterward I didn't grant it
I blessed them
"Did they beg Mr. Ladew's pardon?"
"Ah, Joe'" she reproached him.
"He isn't a prig And he's had to fight
Borne things that you of all men ought
so understand. He's only been here a
few months, but he told me that Judge
Pike has been against him from the
r,
t%fij
"Well," he said broltenly, "what are you
going to do?"
sjaxt It seems fEaTMr. Ladew"is too
Iperal in his views. And he told me
that if it were not for Judge Pike's
losing influence in the church on ac
count of the Beaver Beach 6tory the
Judge would probably have been able
t$ force him to resign, but now he will
Btay."
"He wishes to stay, doesn't he?"
"Very much, I think. And, Joe," she
continued thoughtfully, "I jrant you to
do something for me. I wgn| you to
go to church with me next Sunday."
"Xfi hear Mr. Ladew?"
"Yes. I wouldn't ask except for
that."
"Very well," he consented, with
averted eyes. "I'll go."
Her face was radiant with the smile
she gave him. "It will trflafo me very
nappy." she said.
He bent his head and fumbled over
THE
CONQUEST sf CANAAN
By BOOTH TARKINGTON,
Author of "Cherry," "Monsieur Beauo&e," Ete.
COPYRIGHT, 1905. BY HARPER &- BROTHERS
some papers he had taken fjrom his
"pocket. "Will you listen to these mem
oranda? We have a great deal to go
over before 8 o'clock."
Judge Pike stood for a long while
where Joe had left him, staring ont at
^he street apparently. Really he saw
nothing. Undoubtedly an image of
blurring foliage, cast iron, cement and
turf, with sunshine smeared over all.
flickered upon the retinas of his eyes,
but the brain did not accept the picture
from the optic nerve. Martin Pike was
busy with other visions. Joe Louden
had followed him back to his hidden
deeds and had read them aloud to him
as Gabriel would read them on judg
ment day Perhaps this was the judg
ment day
Martin Pike had always been
prompt. It was one of the things of
which he had been proud. In all his
life he had never failed to keep a busi
ness engagement precisely upon the
appointed time, and the courthouse bell
clanged eight when Sam Warden open
ed the door for his old employer to
night.
The two young people looked up
gravely from the script laden table be
fore them as Martin Pike came into
me sarong lamplight out of the alm
ness of the hall, where only a taper
burned. He shambled a few limp steps
into the room and came to a halt Big
as he was, his clothes hung upon him
loosely, like coverlets upon a collapsed
bed, and he seemed but a distorted im
age of himself, as if, save for the dull
and reddened eyes, he bad been made
of yellowish wax and had been left too
long in the sun. Abject, hopeless, his
attitude a confession of ruin and
shame, he stood before his judges in
such wretchedness that in comparison
the figure of Happy Fear, facing the
courtroom through his darkest hour,
was one to be envied.
"Well," he said brokenly, "what are
you going to do'"
Joe Louden looked at him with great
intentness for several moments, then
he rose and came forward. "Sit down,
judge," he said. "It's all right. Don't
worry" MRSCHAPTERthXXVt
FLITCROFT a breakfast
on the following morning con
tinued a disquisition which
had ceased previous night
only because of a provoking human In
capacity to exist without sleep. The
Tocsin had been her great comfort
"Yes, young man," she said as she
lifted her first spoonful of oatmeal,
"you better read the Tocsin!"
"I am reading it," responded Nor
bert who was almost concealed by the
paper
"And your grandfather better read
it," she continued severely.
"I already have," said the colonel
promptly "Have you?"
"No, but you can be sure I will."
"All right" said Norbert, suddenly
handing her the paper. "Go ahead."
"Ha!" exclaimed Mrs. Flitcroft
"Here it is in headlines on the first
page. 'Defense Scores Again and
Again. Ridiculous Behavior of a
Would Be Mob. LoudenV She
paused, removed her spectacles, exam
ined them dubiously, restored them to
place and continued, "'Louden's Mas
terly Conduct and Well Deserved'"
She paused again, incredulous" 'Well
deserved Triumph'
"Go on," said the colonel softly.
"Indeed I will," the old lady replied.
"Look at the editorials," suggested
Norbert. "There's one on the same
subject"
"The best of us make mistakes,
and it is well to have a change
of heart sometimes/ Thus Eugene's
successor had written, and so Mrs.
Fllteroft read. 'An open confession
is good for the souL The Tocsin has
changed its mind in regard to certain
matters and means to say so freely
and frankly. After yesterday's events
in connection with the murder trial be
fore our public, the evidence being now
all presented, for we understand that
neither side has more to offer, It is gen
erally conceded that all good citizens
are hopeful of a verdict of acquittal,
and the Tocsin is a good citizen. No
good citizen would willingly see an In
nocent man punished, and that our city
Is not to be disgraced by such a mis
carriage of justice is due to the efforts
of the attorney for the defendant, who
has gained credit not only by his mas
terly management of this case, but by
his splendid conduct in the face of dan
gel yesterday afternoon. Be has dis
tinguished himself so greatly that we
frankly assert that our citizens may
foMwlth pride to'w-
Mrs. futcroft's
voice, at the beginning Ditched to a
IfrgZl exultation, had gradually lowered
fy key and dropped down the scale till
it disappeared altogether.
The Tocsin's right about face under
mined others besides Mrs. Flitcroft that
rooming and rejoiced greater, though
not better, men than the colonel. Mr.
arbach and his lieutenants smiled, yet
Stared, amazed, wondering what had
happened. That was a thing which
only three people even certainly knew,
yet it was very simple.
The Tocsin was part of the judge's
restitution.
"The controlling interest in the pa-
pje.r^Joj^erjwith the other property
a file *jgjfcfe, ttfca^^Sifcl
I have listed," Joe had said, studying
his memoranda under the lamp In Rog
er's old studio, while Martin Pike lis
tened with his head In his hands,
"make up what Miss Tabor is jwilling
to accept. As I estimate it, their total
value is between a third and a half of
ttyat of the stock which belonged to
her"
"But this boythis Flitcroft," said
Wke feebly "he might"
"He will do nothing," interrupted
Joe. "The case is 'settled ont of court'
and even if he were disposed to harass
you he could hardly hope to succeed,
Since Miss Tabor declines either to .sue
or to prosecute."
The judge winced at the last word.
"Yesyes, I know, but he mighthe
mighttell."
"I think Miss Tabor's influence will
prevent If it should notwell, you're
not in a desperate case by any means.
You're Involved, but far from stripped.
In time you may be as sound, as,ever.
And if Norbert tells there's nothing for
you to do but to live it down." A faint
softie played upon Joe's lips as he lift
ed his head and looked at the other.
*lt can be done, I think."
It was then that Ariel, complaining
of the warmth of the evening, thought
it possible that Joe might find her fan
upon the porch and as he departed
whispered hurriedly, "Judge Pike, I'm
not technically in control of the Toc
sin, but haven't I the right to control
its policy?"
"I understand," he muttered. "You
mean about Loudenabout this trial"
"That is why I have taken the pa-
per."
"You want all that changed, you
mean?"
She nodded decisively. "From this
instant, before morning."
"Oh, well, I'll go down there and give
the word." He rubbed his eyes wearily
with big thumbs. "I'm through fight
ing. I'm done. Besides, what's the
use? There's nothing more to fight"
"Now, judge," Joe said as he came
in briskly, "we'll go over the list of
that unincumbered property, if you
will."
This unincumbered property consist
ed of Beaver Beach and those other
belonging of the judge which he had
not dared to mortgage. Joe had some
how explained their nature to Ariel,
and these, with the Tocsin, she had
elected to accept in restitution.
"You told me once that I ought to
look after my own property, and jiow
I will. Don't you see?" she cried to
Joe eagerly. "It's my work!" She
resolutely set aside every other prop
osition, and this was the quality, of
mercy which Martin Fike found that
night
There was a great crowd to hear
Joe's summing up at the trial, and
those who succeeded in getting into
the courtroom declared that it was
worth the struggle. He did not orate.
"J understand," he muttered. "You
mean about Louden"
he did not "thunder at the juryt" nor
did he slyly flatter them. He did not
overdo the confidential, nor seem so
secure of understanding beforehand
what their verdict would be that they
felt an instinctive desire to fool him.
fie talked colloquially, but clearly,
Without appeal to the pathetic and
without garnitures, not mentioning sun
sets, birds, oceans, homes, the glorious
old state or the happiness of liberty,
but he made everybody in the room
quite sure that Happy Fear had fired
thS shot which killed Cory to save his
own life. And that as Mr. Bradbury
remarked to the colonel, was "what
Joe was there fori"
Ariel's escort was increased to four
that day. Mr. Ladew sat beside her,
and there were times when Joe kept
his mind entirely to the work in hand
only by an effort but he always suc
cejeded. The sight of the pale and
worshiping face of Happy Fear from
ttfj corner of his eye was enough to
figure that And people who could not
^et fiear the doors, asking those who
Id, 'What's he doin* nowl" were
hy variations of the one
"Oh, jest walkin* away with
1 Once the courtroom was disturbed
&nd~Set in an uproar which even the
judge's customary threat failed to sub
due. Joe had been talking very rapidly
and. having turned the point he was
ngkjng with perfect dexterity, the jury
listening eagerly, stopped for a mo
qffip to take a swallow of water. A
Vloe rose over the low hum of the
c?owd in a delirious chuckle, "Why
don't somebody "head him off?'" The
room Instantly rocked with laughter,
under Jove of which the identity of
the sacrilegious chuckler was not dis
covered, but the voice was the voice of
Buckalew, who was incredibly sur
prised to find that he had spoken aloud
^The jury were "out1'
after the case
had been given to them, seventeen
minutes and thirty seconds by the
watch Claudine held In her hand. The
lijtle man, whose fate was now on the
knees of the gods, looked pathetically
at the foreman and then at the face of
Ma lawyer and began to shake vio
lently, but not with fright. He haJ
gone to the jail on Joe's wore", as a
food dog goes where his master bids,
Vnglfully, and yet Happy had not been
We to keep his mind from consider
ing the horrible chances. "Don't wor-
ry." Joe had said. "It's all right I'll
see you through." And he had kept his
word.
The little man was cleared.
It took Happy a long time to get
through what he had to say to his at
torney in the anteroom, and even then,
of course, he did not manage to put it
words, for he had "broken down"
with sheer gratitude. "Why, dn me,
Joe," he sobbed, "if ever Iif ever you
well, by God, if you ever" This
was the substance of his lingual ac
complishment under the circumstances.
But Claudine threw her arms around
Poor Joe's neck and kissed him.
Many people were waiting to shake
hands with Joe and congratulate him.
The trio, taking advantage of seats
near the rail, had already done that
(somewhat uproariously) before he had
followed Happy, and so had Ariel and
Ladew, both, necessarily, rather hur
riedly. But in the corridors he found,
when he came out of the anteroom,
clients, acquaintances, friends old
friends, new friends and friends he
had never seen beforeeverybody
beaming upon him and wringing his
hand, as if they had been sure of it all
from the start.
They gathered round him if he stop
ped for an instant and crowded after
him admiringly when he went on
again, making his progress slow. When
he finally came out of the big doors
Into the sunshine, there were as many
people in the yard as there had been
when he stood in the same place and
watched the mob rushing his client's
guards. But today their temper was
different and as he paused a moment,
looking down on the upturned, laugh
ing faces, with a hundred jocular and
congratulatory salutations shouted up
at him, somebody started a cheer, and
It was taken up with thunderous good
will.
There followed the interrogation cus
tomary in such emergencies, and the
anxious inquirer was informed by four
or five hundred people simultaneously
that Joe Louden was all right
"Head him offV bellowed Mike Shee
han, suddenly darting up the steps.
The shout increased, and with good
reason, for he stepped quickly back
within the doors and, retreating
through the building, made good his
escape by a basement door.
He struck off into a long detour but
though he managed to evade the
crowd, he had to stop and shake hands
with every third person he met As
he came out upon Main street again
he encountered his father
"Howdy do, Joe?" said this laconic
person and offered his hand. They
shook briefly. "Well," he continued,
rubbing his beard, "how are ye?*
"All right, father, I think."
"Satisfied with the verdict?"
"I'd be pretty hard to please if I
weren't" Joe laughed.
Mr. Louden rubbed his beard again.
"I was there," he said, without emo
tion.
"At the trial, you mean?"
"Yes." He offered his hand once
more, and again they shook. "Well,
come around and see us," he said.
"Thank you. I will."
.."Well," said Mr. Louden, "good day,
Joe."
"Good day, father."
The young man stood looking after
him with a curious smile. Then he
gave a slight start Far up the street
he saw two figuresone a lady's in
white, with a wide white hat the oth
er a man's, wearing recognizably cler
ical black. They seemed to be walk
ing very slowly.
It had been a day of triumph for
Joe, but in all his life he never slept
worse than he did that night
CHAPTER XXVI.
HEane
woke to the chiming of bells,
as his eyes slowly opened
th sorrowful people of a
dream, who seemed to be
oending over him, weeping, swam back
Into the darkness of the night whence
they had come and returned to the im
perceptible, leaving their shadows In
his heart Slowly he rose, stumbled
Into the outer room and released the
fluttering shade, but -the sunshine,
springing like a golden lover through
tb,e open window, only dazzled him and
found no answering gladness to greet
it or joy in the royal day It heralded.
It would be an hour at least before
t&ne to start to church, whejj Ariel ex
ported him. He stared absently-up the
street then down and, after that be
gan slowly to walk in the latter direc
tion .with no very active consciousness
tit care of where he went He had
faj]en into a profound reverie, so deep
that when he had crossed the bridge
find turned into a dusty road which
ran along the river bank he stopped
mechanically beside the trunk of a fall
in sveamore and. lifting his head for
the first time since he had set out
looked about him with a melancholy
perpjexlty, a little surprised to find
himself there.
For this was the spot where he had
first seen the new Ariel, and on that
fallen sycamore they bad sat together.
Remember, across Main street bridge
at noon!" And Joe's cheeks burned
as he recalled why -he had not under
stood the clear voice that had haunted
him. But that shame had fallen from
him she had changed all that as she
had changed so many things. He sank
down in the long grass, with his back
against the log, and stared out over the
fields of tall corn shfr'"g hi a steady
wind all tne way to tne nonzou.
"Changed so many things?" he'said,
half aloud. "Everything!" Ah, yes,
she had changed the whole world for
Joseph Loudenat his first sight of
her! And now it seemed to him that
he was to lose her, but not in the
way he had thought
Almost from the very first he had
the feeling that nothing so beautiful
as that she should stay in Canaan
could happen to him. He was sure
that she was but for the little while,
tjiat her coming was like the flying
petals of which he had told her.
"Changed so many things?'
The bars that bad been between him
and half of his world were down, shat
tered, never more to be replaced, and
the ban of Canaan was lifted. Could
this have been save for her? And upon
that thought he got to his feet utter
ing an exclamation of bitter self re
proach, asking himself angrily what he
was doing. He knew how much she
gave him, what full measure of her af
fection. Was not that enough? Out
upon you, Louden! Are you to sulk in
your tent dour In the gloom, or to play
a man's part, and if she be happy turn
a cheery face upon her joy?
And thus this pilgrim recrossed the
bridge, emerging to the street with bis
head up, smiling, and his shoulders
thrown back, so that none might see
the burden he carried.
Ariel was waiting on the porch for
him. She wore the same dress she had
worn that Sunday of their trystthat
exquisite dress, with the faint lavender
overtlnt like the tender colors of the
beautiful day he made his own. She
had not worn it since, and he was far
distant when he caught the first flick
ering glimpse of her through the lower
branches of the maples, but he remem
bered. And again, as on that day, he
heard a faraway, Ineffable music, the
elfland horns, sounding the mysterious
reveille which had wakened his soul to
her coming.
She came to the gate to meet him and
gave him her hand in greeting without
a wordor the need of onefrom
either. Then together they set forth
over the sun flecked pavement the
maples swishing above them, heavier
branches crooning in the strong breeze,
under a sky like a Delia Robbla back
ground. And up against title glorious
blue of it some laughing, Invisible god
was blowing small rounded clouds of
pure cotton, as children blow thistle
down.
When he opened her parasol as they
came out into the broad sunshine be
yond upper Main street there was the
faintest mingling of wild roses and cin
namon loosed on the air.
"Joe," she said, "I'm very happy!"
"Thafs right" he returned heartily.
"I think you always will be."
"But oh, I wish," she went on, "that
Mr. Arp could have lived to see you
come down the courthouse steps!"
"God bless him!" said Joe. "I can
hear the 'argument'"
"Those dear old men have been so
loyal to you, Joe."
"No," he returned "loyal to Eskew."
"To you both," she said. "I'm afraid
the old circle is broken up. They
haven't met on the National House cor
ner since he died. The colonel told me
he couldn't bear to go there again."
"I don't believe any of them ever
will," he returned. "And yet I never
pass the place that I don't see Eskew
in his old chair. I went there last
night to commune with him. I couldn't
sleep, and I got up and went over
there. They'd left the chairs out the
town was asleep, and it was beautiful
moonlight"
"To commune with him? What
about?"
"You."
"Why?" she asked, plainly mystified.
"I stood In need of good counsel," he
answered cheerfully, "or a friendly
word, perhaps, and as I sat there after
awhile it came."
"What was it?"
"To forget that I was sodden with
selfishness, to pretend not to be as full
of meanness as I really was. Doesn't
that seem to be Eskew's own voice?"
"Weren't you happy last night Joe?'
"Oh, it was all right" he said quick
ly. "Don't you worry."
And at this old speech of bis she
broke Into a little laugh, of which he
had no comprehension.
"Mamie came to see me early this
morning," she said after they had
calked on in silence for a time. "Ev-
erything is all right with her again
that is, I think it will be. Eugene is
coming home. And," she added thought
fully, "it will be best for him to have
his old place on the Tocsin again. She
showed me his letter, and I liked It I
think he's been through the fire"
Joe's distorted smile appeared. "And
has come out gold?" he asked.
"No," she laughed, "but nearer it
And I think he'll try to be more worth
her caring for. She has always thought
mat bis leaving the Tocsin in the way
he did was heroic. That was her word
for It And it was the finest thing he
ever did."
"I can't figure Eugene out" Joel
shook his head. "There's something
bind his going away that I don't!
flerstand." This was altogether the
ith, nor was there ever to come a!
ttme when either he or Mamie would'
vtnderstand what things had deter
zglned the departure of Eugene Ban
try, though Mamie never questioned,
as^Joe did, the reasons for It or doubt
ed those Eugene had given her, which
were the same he had given her father,
for she was content with his return.
A^aln the bells across the square
rang out their chime. The paths were
decorously enlivened with family and
neighborhood groups bound church-,
ward, and the rumble of the organ,
playing the people Into their pews,
shook on the air. And Joe knew that
be must speak quickly if he was to say
what he had planned to say before he
and Ariel went Into the church.
"Ariel!" He tried to compel his
-r 11'
voice to a casual cheerfulness, but It1
would do nothing for him except be-1
tray a desperate embarrassment
She looked at him quickly and as
quickly away. "Yes?"
"I wanted to say something to you,
and I'd better do it now, I thinkbe
fore I go to church for the first time in
two years." He managed to laugh,,
though with some ruefulness, and con-
**Ah, Pve seen how much he cores for
you!"
tlnued stammeringly, "I want to tell
you how much I like himhow much I
admire him"
"Admire whom?' she asked, a little
coldly, for she knew.
"Mr. Ladew."
"So do I," she answered, looking,
straight ahead. "That is one reason!
igby I wanted you to come with me
today."
'It isn't only that I want to tell!
youto tell you" He broke off for. tu
second. "You remember that night In'
my office before Fear came in?'
"Yes, I remember."
"And that Ithat something I said"
troubled you because itit sounded as
If I cared too much for you"
"No not too much." She still looked
straight ahead. They were walking
very slowly. "You didn't understand
You'd been in my mind, you see, all.
those years, so much more than I in
yours. I hadn't forgotten you. But to
you I was really a stranger"
"No, no!" he cried.
"Yes, I was," she said gently, but
very quickly. "And II didn't want
you to fall in love with me at first
sight And yetperhaps I did! But I
hadn't thought of things in that way.
I had just the same feeling for you
that I always hadalways! I had
never cared so much for any one else,
and it seemed to me the most neces
sary thing In my life to come back to
that old companionship. Don't you re
memberit used to trouble you so
When I would take your band? I thtpt
I loved your being a little rough with
me. And once when I saw how you
had been hurt, that day you ran
away"
"Ariel!" he gasped helplessly.
"Have you forgotten?"
He gathered himself together with
all his will. "I want to prove to you,"
h6 said resolutely, "that the dear kind
ness of you Isn't thrown away on me.
I Want you to know what I began to
saythat it's all right with me, and I
think Ladew" He stopped again.
"Ah, I've seen how much he cares for
you!"
Have you?"
"Ariel," he said, "that isn't fair to
me, if you trust me. You could not
have helped seeing"
**But I have not seen it" she inter
rjpted, with great calmness. After
having said this, she finished truthful
ly* "If he did, I would never let him
taUme. I like him too much."
"You mean you're not going to"
Suddenly she turned to him. "No!"
she said, with a depth of anger he bad
not heard in her voice since that long
ago winter day when she struck Eu
gene Bantry with her clinched fist
81fe swept over him a blinding look of
reproach, "How could I?'
And there, upon the steps of the
ihurch, in the sudden, dazzling vision
of her love, fell the burden of him
Who had made his sorrowful pilgrim
age across Main street bridge that
morning.
THE END,
Nothing Doing.
Nothing doing!"
Is that slang? I thought it was un
til I came upon the words In Dickens'
"Dombey & Son."
In chapter 4 old Sol Gillis is ex
plaining to his nephew Walter wfiy
the shop must be closed and the busi
ness abandoned.
"You see, Walter," said he, "in truth
this business is merely a habit with
ma I am so accustomed to the habit
that I could hardly Hve If I rellmro
it hut there's nothing doing, no
doing."
So, you see, the phrase had its pa
thetic fitness many years ago and is
not slang at all.Jeffersonian Maga
zine.
8atifid.
A seedy looking loafer, having or
dered and eaten a large and sumptuous
dinner, explained to the waiter that he
had no money. The waiter imme
diately told the restaurant proprietor,
who sent for a policeman. The pro
prietor, going up to the unwelconte
guest explained that he had sent for a
po^ceman.
"ftmnk goodness, you didn't send
for a stomach pump!" the seedy one
replied, with a huge contentmentIl
lustrated Bits. i

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