Mr.Flitcroft broke the silence, rushing into words with a derisive laugh: "Yes, he's `talked of' for Mayor--by the saloon people and the niggers! Iexpect the Beaver Beach crowd would be for him, and if tramps could vote he might--""What is Beaver Beach?" asked Ariel, not turning.
"What is Beaver Beach?" he repeated, and cast his eyes to the sky, shaking his head awesomely.
"It's a Place," he said, with abysmal solemnity, --"a Place I shouldn't have mentioned in your presence, Miss Tabor.""What has it to do with Mr.Louden?"The predestined Norbert conceived the present to be a heaven-sent opportunity to enlighten her concerning Joe's character, since the Pikes appeared to have been derelict in the performance of this kindness.
"He goes there!" he proceeded heavily."He lived there for a while when he first came back from running away, and he's a friend of Mike Sheehan's that runs it; he's a friend of all the riff-raff that hang around there.""How do you know he goes there?"
"Why, it was in the paper the day after he came back!" He appealed for corroboration."Wasn't it, Eugene?""No, no!" she persisted."Newspapers are sometimes mistaken, aren't they?" Laughing a little, she swept across the bulbous face beside her a swift regard that was like a search-light."How do you KNOW, Mr.Flitcroft," she went on very rapidly, raising her voice,--"how do you KNOWthat Mr.Louden is familiar with this place? The newspapers may have been falsely informed; you must admit that? Then how do you KNOW?
Have you ever MET any one who has seen him there?""I've seen him there myself!" The words skipped out of Norbert's mouth like so many little devils, the instant he opened it.She had spoken so quickly and with such vehemence, looking him full in the eye, that he had forgotten everything in the world except making the point to which her insistence had led him.
Mamie looked horrified; there was a sound of smothered laughter, and Norbert, overwhelmed by the treachery of his own mouth, sat gasping.
"It can't be such a terrific place, then, after all,"said Ariel, gently, and turning to Eugene, "Have you ever been there, Mr.Bantry?" she asked.
He changed color, but answered with enough glibness: "No."Several of the young men rose; the wretched Flitcroft, however, evading Mamie's eye--in which there was a distinct hint,--sat where he was until all of them, except Eugene, had taken a reluctant departure, one group after another, leaving in the order of their arrival.
The rosy pigment which had colored the trees faded; the gold-dust of the western distance danced itself pale and departed; dusk stalked into the town from the east; and still the watcher upon the steps and the warden of the gate (he of the lilac-bushes and the Bible) held their places and waited --waited, alas! in vain....Ah! Joe, is THIS the mettle of your daring? Did you not say you would "try"? Was your courage so frail a vessel that it could not carry you even to the gate yonder?
Surely you knew that if you had striven so far, there you would have been met! Perhaps you foresaw that not one, but two, would meet you at the gate, both the warden and the watcher.What of that? What of that, O faint heart? What was there to fear? Listen! The gate clicks.Ah, have you come at last?
Ariel started to her feet, but the bent figure, coming up the walk in the darkness, was that of Eskew Arp.He bowed gloomily to Mamie, and in response to her inquiry if he wished to see her father, answered no; he had come to talk with the granddaughter of his old friend Roger Tabor.
"Mr.Arp!" called Ariel."I am so very glad!"She ran down to him and gave him her hand.
"We'll sit here on the bench, sha'n't we?"Mamie had risen, and skirting Norbert frostily, touched Eugene upon the shoulder as she went up the steps.He understood that he was to follow her in-doors, and, after a deep look at the bench where Ariel had seated herself beside Mr.
Arp, he obeyed.Norbert was left a lonely ruin between the cold, twin dogs.He had wrought desolation this afternoon, and that sweet verdure, his good name, so long in the planting, so carefully tended, was now a dreary waste; yet he contemplated this not so much as his present aspect of splendid isolation.Frozen by the daughter of the house, forgotten by the visitor, whose conversation with Mr.Arp was carried on in tones so low that he could not understand it, the fat one, though heart-breakingly loath to take himself away, began to comprehend that his hour had struck.He rose, descended the steps to the bench, and seated himself unexpectedly upon the cement walk at Ariel's feet.
"Leg's gone to sleep," he explained, in response to her startled exclamation; but, like a great soul, ignoring the accident of his position as well as the presence of Mr.Arp, he immediately proceeded:
"Will you go riding with me to-morrow afternoon?""Aren't you very good-natured, Mr.Flitcroft?"she asked, with an odd intonation.
"I'm imposed on, often enough," he replied, rubbing his leg, "by people who think I am! Why?""It is only that your sitting so abruptly upon the ground reminded me of something that happened long ago, before I left Canaan, the last time I met you.""I don't think I knew you before you went away.You haven't said if you'll go riding with me to-morrow.Please--""Get up," interrupted Mr.Arp, acidly."Somebody 'll fall over you if you stay there."Such a catastrophe in truth loomed imminent.
Judge Pike was rapidly approaching on his way to the house, Bible in hand--far better in hand than was his temper, for it is an enraging thing to wait five hours in ambush for a man who does not come.In the darkness a desecration occurred, and Norbert perfected to the last detail whatever had been left incomplete of his own destruction.
