Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-02-08
Canaan
ByBOOTH TARKINGTON
Author Of "cherry," Beaucae" Etc.
COPYRIGHT. 1905, HARPER BROTHERS
By BOOTH TARKIN GTON,
Author of "Cherry," Monsieur Beauc ali

and the terrors of his position acurc.
Was he, like Joe Louden, to endure
the ban of Canaan and, like him.
stand excommunicate beyond the pale
because Of Martin Pixies dspleasure
For Norbert saw with perfect clearness
today what the judge had done for
Joe. Now that he stood in danger OF
a fate identical this came home to him.
How many others, he wondered. would
do as Mamie had done and write notes
such as he had received by the hand OF
Sam Warden late last night?
Dear Sir-this from Mamie, who. in the
Cenaanitsh way. had been wont to adj
dress him as '.Norb!"--My father wishes
me to state that after your remark yes
terday afternoon on the steps, which was
overheard by my mother, who happened
to be standing in the hall behind you.
and your behavior to himself later on
he considers it impossible to allow you
to call any more or to speak to any MEM
Der of his household. Yours respectfully,
MAMIE PIKE.
Erasures and reservations bore wit
ness to a considerable doubt in NAMES
mind concerning Yours respectfully"
but she had finally let it stand, evident
~ convinced that the plain signature,
without preface. savored of an intima-
cy denied by the context.
"'Dear sirr" repeated Norbert be
tween set teeth. Impossible to allow
you to call any morev" These and
other terms Of his dismissal required
to him during the morning. and ever
and anon he looked up from his desk,
his lips moving to the tune Of those
horrid phrases. and stared out at the
street. Basilisk glaring this, with no
Christian softness in it, not even when
1t fell upon his own grandfather, sit
ting among the sages within easy eye
shot from the big window at Norbert's
elbow. However, Colonel Flitcroft was
not disturbed by the gaze of his de-
scendant, being, in fact, quite unaware
of it. The aged men were having n
busy morning.
The conclave was not what 1t had
been. (See Arp and all his works.)
There had come as the years went by
few recruits. but faces We're missing.
The two Tabors had gone, and Uncle
Joe Davey could no longer lay claim
to the patriarchship. He had laid 1t
down, with half sigh, and gone his
way. Eskew himself was now the
Oldest of the conscript fathers, the
colonel and Squire Buckalew pressing
him closely, with Peter Bradbury no
great time behind.
Today they did not plant their feet
upon the brass rail inside the hotel
windows. but courted the genial wealth
err outdoors and, as their summer GUS
tom was, tilted back their chairs In the
shade of the western wall Of the build
ing
And who could of dreamed" Mr..
Bradbury was saying, with q side
glance of expectancy ut Eskew, chat
Jonas Tabor would ever turn out to
have niece like that!''
Mr.. Arp ceased to fan himself with
his wide straw hat and said grimly:
II don't see as Jonas has turned
out'-not in particular! II he's turned
at all lately reckon it's in his grave,
and I'll bet he has If he had any way
of hearin' how much she must of spent
for clothes!''
II believe" Squire Buckalew began,
.ttat young folks memories are short. I"
"They're lucky!' interjected Eskew.
'The shorter your memory the less
meanness you know"
81 meant young folks don't remem-
Der as well as older people do" con-
tlnued the squire 81 don't see what's
so rer,'f.'-s' =, ~ hrr eN-.in' hack and