Jasper County Democrat, Volume 10, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 June 1907 — CONQUEST of CANAAN [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CONQUEST of CANAAN

By BOOTH TARKINGTON.

Author of "Charry." “Monsieur Beauealre." Etc. I

COFTEIGHT. 1805, BY HARPER Cf BROTHER*

SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. Chapter I—Eugene Bantry, a Canaan (Ind.,)' young man, who haa been eaat to college, returns home and astounds the natives by the gorgeousness of hie raiment. Hie stepbro- ? tber, Joe Loudin. ie characterized by the »fed male gossips who daily aesemble at the atlonal House for argument aa the good for ’ nothing associate of doubtful characters. II Eugene's appearance has a pronounced effect upon Mamie Pike, whose father, Judge Pike, 1s the wealthiest and most prominent citizen of Canaan. Joe worships Mamie from afar. Eugene interferes in a snow fight between Joe and hie hoidenish and very poor girl friend. Ariel Taber, who is worsted. Ariel hotly resents the interference and slaps Eugene, who sends her home. Ill—Ariel, unbecomingly attired, attends. Mamie Pike’s ball. IV—Joe. concealed behind some plants on the Pike veranda, watches hungrily for a glimpse of Minnie. Ariel Is ignored by most of the guests. Ariel discovers Joe. aut shortly afterward, learning that her uncle, Jonas Tabor, haa died suddenly, leaves. The Daily Tocsin oi the next day telle of Joe's discovery on the Pike veranda and of his pursuit and escape therefrom. It also refers to wounds In the head of himself and of Norbert Flitcroft, who detected him. Joe retires to the “Beach, ■" a Inw resort kept by his friend, Mike Sheehan, who dresses nis wound. VI Joe leaves Mike's place. He visits Ariel Tabor, who, by the death of her Uncle Jonas, has become rich. She wishes Joe to accompany her and her grandfather to Paris. Joe refuses and leaves Canaan to avoid arrest for the trouble at Judge Pike's. Vll—Joe is beard from two years later as a ticket seller for a side show. Eugene Bantry also meets him seven years later in a low resort in New York, but wisely refrains from advertising it. VIII—Joe returns to Canaan a full-fledged lawyer. Even his father ignores kirn, and he ta refused accommodations at the National bouse. IX—Joe is welcomed at the “Beach,” and "Happy Fear.” one of Joe’s admirers, seriously assualts Nashville Cory, a detractor. At the end of Happv’s term In prison he visits Joe, who now has a law office on the square, with a living room adjoining. Joe has a large practice, principally among the lower classes, and is frequently attacked by the Tocsin. Joe begins, in his lonlintas, to yield to the seductions of the bottle. Bantry’s engagment to Mamie Pike is announced. Bantry is now associate editor of the Tocsin, owned by Judge Pike, X—Joe awakens after a “bad night” with the words, “Remember, across the Main street bridge at noon,” ringing in his ears. He goes there and is presently joined by the most beautifully dressed girl he has ever seen. Xl—She turns out to be Ariel Tabor, arrived in Canaan the night before from her long sojourn in Paris. Sbe.has seen Joe as abe alighted from the train and, realizing his condition, had escorted him home after exacting from him a promise to meet her the next day (Sunday) across the Malu street bridge at noon. Joe learns that Ariel Is stopping at Judge Pike’s home, the judge having entire charge of her money, etc. XII— Eugene Bantry, although engaged to Mamie, is much smitten with Ariel's charms. Judge Pike tries his usual blustering tactics with Ariel, but subsides When she tells him that she shall ask him to turn over the care of her estate to Joe Louden. Xlll—Ariel holds a sort of informal reception at Judge Pike’sand learns that the “tough element" is talking of running Joe for mayor. XlV—Happy bear and Nashville Cory have more trouble. Joe corners Happy and sends Claudine (Mrs. gear) to meet him. XV—Ariel visits Joe's office to put her affairs in his hands. While there Happy Fear rushes in and announces that be has killed Nashville Cory in self defense. .Joe makes Happy give himself up. XVl—Mamie Pike admits to Ariel that she, top. has begun to believe in Joe Louden. XVII—The Tocsin makes virulent attacks on Joe Louden and Happy Fear. Mike Sheeban bints that he may shortly have some interesting secrets to divulge in connection with Judge Pike’s affairs. X VIII-Tbe ToeBin continues its attacks. Judge Pike Informs Ariel that her supposed fortune consists of valueless securities.

1 CHAPTER XIX. 1 S the judge continued his walk /\ down Main street he wished / % profoundly that the butterfly, JL Ik which exhibited no annoyance, had been of greater bulk and more approachable, and It was the evil fortune ’ of Joe’s mongrel to encounter him in the sinister humor of such a wish unfulfilled. Respectability dwelt at Beaver Beach under the care of Mr. Sheehan until his master should return, and Sheehan was kind, but the small dog found the world lonely and time long without Joe. He had grown more and more restless, and at last, this hot morning, having managed to evade the eye of all concerned in his keeping, made off unobtrusively, partly by swimming, and, reaching the road, cantered into town, his ears erect with anxiety. Bent upon reaching the familiar office, he passed the grocery, from the doorway of which the pimply cheeked clerk had thrown a bad potato at him a month before. The same clerk had just laid down the Tocsin as Respectability went by, and, inspired to great deeds In behalf of justice and his native city, he rushed to the door, lavishly seized this time a perfectly good potato and hurled It with a result which ecstasised him, for it took the mongrel fairly aside the head, which it matched In size. The luckless Respectability’s purpose to reach Joe’s stairway had been entirely definite, but Upon this violence he forgot it momentarily. It is not easy to keep things in mind when one is violently smitten on mouth, nose, cheek, eye and ear by a missile large enough to strike them simultaneously. Yelping and half blinded, he deflected to cross Main street. Judge Pike had elected to cross in the opposite direction, and the two met in the middle of the street. The encounter was miraculously fitted to the judge's need. Here was no butterfly, but a solid body, light withal, a wet, muddy and dusty yellow dog eminently kickable: The man was heavily built about the legs, and the vigor of what he did may have been additionally Inspired by his recognition of the mongrel as Joe Louden’s. The Impact of his toe upon the little runner’s side was niomentous, and the latter rose Into the air. The judge hopped, as one hojts who, unshod in the night, discovers an unexpected chair. Let us be reconciled to bis pain and not reproach the gods with it, for two of his unin tending adversary’s ribs were cracked. The dog, thus again deflected, retraced his tracks, shrieking distractedly and, by one of those Ironical twists which Karma reserves for the tails of the fated, dived for blind safety into the store commanded by the ecstatic

and inimical clerk. There were shouts; the sleepy square beginning to wake up; the bench loafers strolled to the street; the aged men stirred and rose from their chairs; faces appeared in the open windows of offices; sales ladles and gentlemen came to the doorways of the trading places, so that when Respectability emerged from the grocery he had a notable audience for the scene he enacted with a brass dinner bell fieri to his tall. Another potato, flung by the pimpled, uproarious, prodigal clerk, added to the fhipetus of his flight. A shower of pebbles from the hands of exhilarated boys dented the soft asphalt about him. The hideous clamor of the pursuing bell increased as he turned the next corner, running distractedly. The dead town had come to life, and its Inhabitants gladly risked the dangerous heat in the interest of sport, whereby it was a merry chase the little dog led around the block. For thus some destructive Instinct drove him. He could not Stop with the unappeasable terror clanging at his heels and the Increasing crowd yelling in pursuit, but he turned to the left at each corner and thus came back to pass Joe’s stairway again, unable to pause there or anywhere, unable to do anything except to continue his hapless flight, poor meteor. /

Round the block he went once more, and still no chance at that empty stairway, where perhaps, he thought, ther% might be succor and safety. Blood was upon his side where Martin Pike's boot had crashed, foam and blood hung upon his Jaws and lolling tongue. He ran desperately, keeping to the middle of the street, and, not howling, set himself despairingly to outstrip th>' terror. The mob, disdaining tbesun superbly, pursued as closely as it could, throwing bricks and rocks at him, striking at him with clubs and sticks. Happy Fear, playing “tic-tac-toe,” right hand against left. In his cell, heard the uproar, made out something of what was happening and, though unaware that It was a friend whose life was sought, discovered a similarity to his own case and prayed to his dim gods that the quarry might get away. “Mad dog!” they yelled. “Mad dog!” And there were some who cried, “Joe Louden’s dog!” that being equally as exciting and explanatory. Three times round, and still the little fugitive maintained a lead. A gray helmeted policeman, a big fellow, had joined the pursuit. He had children at home who might be playing in the street, and the thought of what might happen to them if the mad dog should head that way resolved him to be cool and steady. He was falling behind, so he stopped on the corner, trusting that Respectability would come round again. He was right, and the flying brownish thing streaked along Main street, passing the beloved stairway for the fourth time. The policeman lifted his revolver, fired twice, missed once, but caught him with a second shot in a forepaw, clipping off a fifth toe, one of the small claws that grow above the foot and are always in trouble. This did not stop him, but the policeman, afraid to risk another shot because of the crowd, waited for him to come again, and many others, seeing the hopeless circuit the mongrel followed, did likewise, armed with bricks and clubs. Among them was the pimply clerk, who had been inspired to commandeer a pitchfork from a hardware store.

When the fifth round came Respectability’s race was run. He turned into Main street at a broken speed, limping, parched, voiceless, flecked with blood and foam, snapping feebly at the showering rocks, but still Indomitably a little ahead of the hunt. There was no yelp left In him—he was too thoroughly winded for that —but in his brilliant and despairing eyes shone the agony of a cry louder than the tongue of a dog could utter—“() master, O all the god I know, where are you in my mortal need?”

Now Indeed he had a gantlet to run, for the street was lined with those who awaited him, while the pursuit grew closer behind. A number of the hardiest stood squarely in his path, and be hesitated for a second, which gave the opportunity for a surer aim. and many missiles struck him. “Let him have it now, officer,” said Eugene Bantry, standing with Judge Pike at the policeman’s elbow. “There's your chance.” But before the revolver could be discharged Respectability had begun to run again, hobbling on ttyree legs and dodging feebly. A heavy stone struck him on the shoulder, and he turned across the street, making for the National House corner, where the joyful clerk brandished his pitchfork. Going slowly, he almost touched the pimply one as lie passed, and the clerk, already rehearsing in his mind the honors which should follow the brave stroke, raised the tines above the little dog’s head for the coup de grace. They did not descend, and the daring youth failed of fame as the laurel almost embraced his brows. A hickory walkingstick was thrust between his legs, and he, expecting to strike, received a blow upon the temple sufficient for bls present undoin ar and bwlazzlement.

He went over backward, and the pitchfork (not the thing to bold poised on high when one Is knocked down) fell with the force he had intended for Re spectability upon his own shin. A train had pulled into the station, and a tired, travel worn young man, descending from a sleefier, walked rapidly up the street to learn the occasion of what appeared to be a riot. When he was close enough to understand its nature he dropped his bag and came on at top speed, shouting loudly to the battered mongrel, who tried with his remaining strength to leap toward him ’through a cordon of kicking legs, while Eugene Bantry again called to the policeman to fire. “If he does, d-n you, I’ll kill him!” Joe saw the revolver raised, and then. Eugene being in his way, he ran full tilt into his stepbrother with all his force, sending him to earth, and went on literally over him as he lay prone upon the asphalt, that being the shortest way to Respectability. The next instant the mongrel was In his master's arms and weakly licking his bands. But it was Eskew Arp who had saved the little dog, for It was his stick which had tripped the clerk, and his hand which had struck him down. All his bodily strength had departed In that effort, but he staggered out into

the street toward Joe. “Joe Louden!" called the veteran In a loud voice. “Joe Louden!" and suddenly reeled. The colonel and Squire Buckalew were making their way toward him, but Joe, holding the dog to his breast with one arm, threw the other about Eskew. “It’s a town—it’s a town”—the old fellow flung himself-free from the supporting arm—"it’s a town you couldn’t even trust a yellow dog to!” He sank back upon Joe’s shoulder, speechless. An open carriage had driven through the crowd, the colored driver urged by two ladies upon the

back seat, and Martin Pike saw it stop by the group in the middle of the street where Joe stood, the wounded dog held to his breast by one arm, the old man, white and half fainting, supported by the other. Martin Pike saw this and more. He saw Ariel Tabor and his own daughter leaning from the carriage, the arms of both pityingly extended tq Joe Louden and his two burdens, while the stunned and silly crowd stood round them staring, clouds of dust settling down upon them through the hot air. [TO BB COMTINUBD.I

"Joe Louden !” called the veteran in a loud voice.