Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-01-26
Conquest Of Canaan
ByBOoTH TARK1NG TON,
Author Of "cherry," Monsieur aucaire,'
COPYRIGHT, BY HARPER BROTHERS.
Bv BOOTH HARRINGTON,
CHAPTER I.
Il DRY snow had fallen steadily
~ throughout the still night. SO
I that when a cold, upper wind
4 u cleared the sky gloriously in
CHAPTER 1.
Author Of "cherry,v Monsieur Reaucaire,'

| that when cold, upper wind
4 = cleared the sky gloriously IN
the morning the homogeneous Indiana
town shone in white harmony-roof
ledge and earth as evenly covered as
by moonlight. There was no thaw
Only where the line of factories fol
lowed the big bend of the frozen river
their distant chimneys like exclama-
ton points on blank page. was there
first threat against the supreme
Wilderness. The wind passed quickly
and on high, the shouting Of the school
children had ceased at o'clock with
pitiful suddenness, no sleigh bells
laughed out on the air, and the muf-
ding of the thoroughfares wrought an
unaccustomed peace like that OF Sun
| day. This was the phenomenon which
afforded the opening of the morning
debate of the sages in the wide Win
dows of the National House.
Only such unfortunates as have so
far failed to visit Canaan do not know
that the NATIONAL House is on the
Main street side of the Courthouse
square and has the advantage OF being
within two minutes walk of the rail-
road station, which is in plain sight of
the windows, an inestimable benefit to
the conversation of the aged men who
occupied these windows on this white
morning even as they were wont in
summer to hold against all Corners the
cane seated chairs on the pavement
outside
bright hour when they all got their
| feet on the brass rod which protected
| the stills Of the two big windows, with
the steam radiators sizzling like kettles
against the side wall. Mr.. Jonas Tabor.
who had sold his hardware business
magnificently (not magnifcently for
his nephew, the purchaser some ten
years before was usually, in spite of
the fact that he remained a bachelor ut
seventy nine. the last to settle down
with the others, though often the first
to reach the hotel, which he always en-
tered by side door, because he did
not believe in the treating system. And
1t was Mr.. Eskew Arp, only seventy five,
but already thoroughly capable Gym
! ic, who almost invariably Opened tho
argument" and it was he who discov-
eiei the sinister intention behind the
" sather Of this particular morning.
The malevolence of his voice and
manner when he shook his finger at the
town beyond the windows and exclaim-
ed, with a bitter laugh, Look at it,"
was no surprise to his companions.
"Jest look at it! tell you the devil
Is mighty. smart! Ha, hal Mighty
smart!'
Through custom it was the duty of
Squire Buckalew Justice of the peace
in 1850 to be the first to take up Mr..
Arp. The others looked to him for it.
Therefore he asked sharply:
"What's the devil got to do with
mow?'
Everything to do with it sir" Mr..
Arp retorted. Its plain as day to
anybody with eyes and sense"
'oThen wish you'd pint it out,"
said Buckalew. "if you've got either"
''By the Almighty, squire'-Mr. Arp
turned in his chair with sudden heat
eff I'd lived as long as you
"You have" interrupted the other,
stung. Twelve years ago"
'.If I'd lived as long as you" Mr.. Arp
repeated unwincingly in louder voice,
''and had follered Satan's trail as long
as you have and yet couldn't recognize
It when see 1t I'd git converted and
vote Prohibitionist"
sT don't see it, interjected Uncle
Joe Davey in his querulous voice. He
was the patriarch of them all) II can't
find no cloven hoof prints in the
snow"
Gall over 1t, sirr' cried the cynic.
'All over It! Old Satan loves tricks
like this. Here's town that's Jest one
squirmin' mass of lies and envy and
vice and wickedness and corruption
"Hold on!' exclaimed Colonel Fit
croft. "That's Islander upon our
hearths and our government. Why.
when I was in the council''-
"It wasn't bit worse then" Mr.
Arp returned unreasonably. "Jest you
look how the devil fools us. He drops
down this here virgin mantle on Ca
naan and makes it look as good as you
pretend you think it is-as good as
the Sunday school room Of country
church, though that went of on a
tangent venomously IFS generally
only another whited sepulcher, and the
superintendent mighty apt to have
bottle of whisky hid behind the organ
and
.Look here, Eskew," said Jonas Ia
Dor, that's got nothin' to do with
"Why amt it? Answer mel" cried
Mr.. Arp, continuing without pause:
''Why amt it? Can't you wait till !
git through? You listen to me, and
when I'm ready I'll listen to-
s'see here" began the colonel, max
ing himself heard over three others, Il
want to ask YOU
mo, sir!" Mr.. Arp pounded the
floor irascibly with his hickory stick.
Don't you ask me anything. How can
you tell that I'm not going to answer
your question without your asking 1T
I'LL I've got through? You listen first.
say, here's town Of nearly 10000
inhabitants. every last one Of 'em-
men, women and children-selnsh and
cowardly and sinful IL you could see
their innermost natures; a town Of the
ugliest and worst built houses in the