His comrades observed it somewhat in a physical difference, one of those alterations which may come upon men of his years suddenly, like a "sea change": his face was whiter, his walk slower, his voice filed thinner; he creaked louder when he rose or sat.Old always, from his boyhood, he had, in the turn of a hand, become aged.But such things come and such things go: after eighty there are ups and downs; people fading away one week, bloom out pleasantly the next, and resiliency is not at all a patent belonging to youth alone.The material change in Mr.Arp might have been thought little worth remarking.What caused Peter Bradbury, Squire Buckalew, and the Colonel to shake their heads secretly to one another and wonder if their good old friend's mind had not "begun to go" was something very different.To come straight down to it: he not only abstained from all argument upon the "Cory Murder" and the case of Happy Fear, refusing to discuss either in any terms or under any circumstances, but he also declined to speak of Ariel Tabor or of Joseph Louden; or of their affairs, singular or plural, masculine, feminine, or neuter, or in any declension Not a word, committal or non-committal.None!
And his face, when he was silent, fell into sorrowful and troubled lines.
At first they merely marvelled.Then Squire Buckalew dared to tempt him.Eskew's faded eyes showed a blue gleam, but he withstood, speaking of Babylon to the disparagement of Chicago.
They sought to lead him into what he evidently would not, employing many devices; but the old man was wily and often carried them far afield by secret ways of his own.This hot morning he had done that thing: they were close upon him, pressing him hard, when he roused that outburst which had stirred the idlers on the benches in the Court-house yard.Squire Buckalew (sidelong at the others but squarely at Eskew) had volunteered the information that Cory was a reformed priest.
Stung by the mystery of Eskew's silence, the Squire's imagination had become magically gymnastic; and if anything under heaven could have lifted the veil, this was the thing.Mr.Arp's reply may be reverenced.
"I consider," he said, deliberately, "that James G.Blaine's furrin policy was childish, and, what's more, I never thought much of HIM!"This outdefied Ajax, and every trace of the matter in hand went to the four winds.Eskew, like Rome, was saved by a cackle, in which he joined, and a few moments later, as the bench loafers saw, was pulled down into his seat by the Colonel.
The voices of the fathers fell to the pitch of ordinary discourse; the drowsy town was quiet again; the whine of the planing-mill boring its way through the sizzling air to every wakening ear.
Far away, on a quiet street, it sounded faintly, like the hum of a bee across a creek, and was drowned in the noise of men at work on the old Tabor house.It seemed the only busy place in Canaan that day: the shade of the big beech-trees which surrounded it affording some shelter from the destroying sun to the dripping laborers who were sawing, hammering, painting, plumbing, papering, and ripping open old and new packing-boxes.
There were many changes in the old house pleasantly in keeping with its simple character:
airy enlargements now almost completed so that some of the rooms were already finished, and stood, furnished and immaculate, ready for tenancy.
In that which had been Roger Tabor's studio sat Ariel, alone.She had caused some chests and cases, stored there, to be opened, and had taken out of them a few of Roger's canvases and set them along the wall.Tears filled her eyes as she looked at them, seeing the tragedy of labor the old man had expended upon them; but she felt the recompense:
hard, tight, literal as they were, he had had his moment of joy in each of them before he saw them coldly and knew the truth.And he had been given his years of Paris at last: and had seen "how the other fellows did it."A heavy foot strode through the hall, coming abruptly to a halt in the doorway, and turning, she discovered Martin Pike, his big Henry-the-Eighth face flushed more with anger than with the heat.
His hat was upon his head, and remained there, nor did he offer any token or word of greeting whatever, but demanded to know when the work upon the house had been begun.
"The second morning after my return," she answered.
"I want to know," he pursued, "why it was kept secret from me, and I want to know quick.""Secret?" she echoed, with a wave of her hand to indicate the noise which the workmen were making.
"Upon whose authority was it begun?"
"Mine.Who else could give it?"
"Look here," he said, advancing toward her, "don't you try to fool me! You haven't done all this by yourself.Who hired these workmen?"Remembering her first interview with him, she rose quickly before he could come near her."Mr.
Louden made most of the arrangements for me,"she replied, quietly, "before he went away.He will take charge of everything when he returns.
You haven't forgotten that I told you I intended to place my affairs in his hands?"He had started forward, but at this he stopped and stared at her inarticulately.
