The Third Violet STEPHEN CRANE CHAPTER 17 pdf

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The Third Violet

STEPHEN CRANE

CHAPTER 17

Oglethorpe contended that the men who made the most money from books were the best authors Hollanden contended that they were the worst Oglethorpe said that such a question should be left to the people Hollanden said that the people habitually made wrong decisions on questions that were left to them "That is the most odiously aristocratic belief," said Oglethorpe

"No," said Hollanden, "I like the people But, considered generally, they are a collection of ingenious blockheads."

"But they read your books," said Oglethorpe, grinning

"That is through a mistake," replied Hollanden

As the discussion grew in size it incited the close attention of the Worcester girls, but Miss Fanhall did not seem to hear it Hawker, too, was staring into the darkness with a gloomy and preoccupied air

"Are you sorry that this is your last evening at Hemlock Inn?" said the painter at last, in a low tone

"Why, yes certainly," said the girl

Under the sloping porch of the inn the vague orange light from the parlours drifted to the black wall of the night

"I shall miss you," said the painter

"Oh, I dare say," said the girl

Hollanden was lecturing at length and wonderfully In the mystic spaces of the night the pines could be heard in their weird monotone, as they softly smote branch and branch, as if moving in some solemn and sorrowful dance

"This has been quite the most delightful summer of my experience," said the painter

"I have found it very pleasant," said the girl

From time to time Hawker glanced furtively at Oglethorpe, Hollanden, and the Worcester girl This glance expressed no desire for their well-being

"I shall miss you," he said to the girl again His manner was rather desperate She made no reply, and, after leaning toward her, he subsided with an air of defeat

Eventually he remarked: "It will be very lonely here again I dare say I shall return to New York myself in a few weeks."

"I hope you will call," she said

"I shall be delighted," he answered stiffly, and with a dissatisfied look at her

"Oh, Mr Hawker," cried the younger Worcester girl, suddenly emerging from the cloud of argument which Hollanden and Oglethorpe kept in the air, "won't it

be sad to lose Grace? Indeed, I don't know what we shall do Sha'n't we miss her dreadfully?"

"Yes," said Hawker, "we shall of course miss her dreadfully."

"Yes, won't it be frightful?" said the elder Worcester girl "I can't imagine what

we will do without her And Hollie is only going to spend ten more days Oh, dear! mamma, I believe, will insist on staying the entire summer It was papa's orders, you know, and I really think she is going to obey them He said he

wanted her to have one period of rest at any rate She is such a busy woman in town, you know."

"Here," said Hollanden, wheeling to them suddenly, "you all look as if you were badgering Hawker, and he looks badgered What are you saying to him?"

"Why," answered the younger Worcester girl, "we were only saying to him how lonely it would be without Grace."

"Oh!" said Hollanden

As the evening grew old, the mother of the Worcester girls joined the group This was a sign that the girls were not to long delay the vanishing time She sat almost upon the edge of her chair, as if she expected to be called upon at any moment to arise and bow "Good-night," and she repaid Hollanden's eloquent attention with the placid and absent-minded smiles of the chaperon who waits

Once the younger Worcester girl shrugged her shoulders and turned to say,

"Mamma, you make me nervous!" Her mother merely smiled in a still more placid and absent-minded manner

Oglethorpe arose to drag his chair nearer to the railing, and when he stood the Worcester mother moved and looked around expectantly, but Oglethorpe took seat again Hawker kept an anxious eye upon her

Presently Miss Fanhall arose

"Why, you are not going in already, are you?" said Hawker and Hollanden and Oglethorpe The Worcester mother moved toward the door followed by her daughters, who were protesting in muffled tones Hollanden pitched violently upon Oglethorpe "Well, at any rate " he said He picked the thread of a past argument with great agility

Hawker said to the girl, "I I I shall miss you dreadfully."

She turned to look at him and smiled "Shall you?" she said in a low voice

"Yes," he said Thereafter he stood before her awkwardly and in silence She scrutinized the boards of the floor Suddenly she drew a violet from a cluster of them upon her gown and thrust it out to him as she turned toward the

approaching Oglethorpe

"Good-night, Mr Hawker," said the latter "I am very glad to have met you, I'm sure Hope to see you in town Good-night."

He stood near when the girl said to Hawker: "Good-bye You have given us such a charming summer We shall be delighted to see you in town You must come some time when the children can see you, too Good-bye."

"Good-bye," replied Hawker, eagerly and feverishly, trying to interpret the inscrutable feminine face before him "I shall come at my first opportunity."

"Good-bye."

"Good-bye."

Down at the farmhouse, in the black quiet of the night, a dog lay curled on the door-mat Of a sudden the tail of this dog began to thump, thump, on the boards

It began as a lazy movement, but it passed into a state of gentle enthusiasm, and then into one of curiously loud and joyful celebration At last the gate clicked The dog uncurled, and went to the edge of the steps to greet his master He gave adoring, tremulous welcome with his clear eyes shining in the darkness "Well,

Stan, old boy," said Hawker, stooping to stroke the dog's head After his master had entered the house the dog went forward and sniffed at something that lay on the top step Apparently it did not interest him greatly, for he returned in a moment to the door-mat

But he was again obliged to uncurl himself, for his master came out of the house with a lighted lamp and made search of the door-mat, the steps, and the walk, swearing meanwhile in an undertone The dog wagged his tail and sleepily watched this ceremony When his master had again entered the house the dog went forward and sniffed at the top step, but the thing that had lain there was gone