MR. SHEEHAN'S HINTS The Conquest of Canaan | ||
17. MR. SHEEHAN'S HINTS
"NEVER,'' said the Tocsin on the morrow, "has this community been stirred to deeper indignation than by the cold-blooded and unmitigated brutality of the deliberate murder committed almost under the very shadow of the Court-house cupola last night. The victim was not a man of good repute, it is true, but at the moment of his death he was in the act of performing a noble and generous action which showed that he might have become, if he lived, a good and law-fearing citizen. In brief, he went to forgive his enemy and was stretching forth the hand of fellowship when that enemy shot him down. Not half an hour before his death, Cory had repeated within the hearing of a dozen men what he had been saying all day, as many can testify: `I want to find my old friend Fear and shake hands with him. I want to tell him that I forgive him and that I am ashamed of whatever has been my part in the
"The point of it all is plainly this: here is an unquestionable murder in the first degree, and the people of this city and county are outraged and incensed that such a crime should have been committed in their law-abiding and respectable community. With whom does the fault lie? On whose head is this murder? Not with the authorities, for they do not countenance crime. Has it come to the pass that, counting on juggleries of the law, criminals believe that they may kill, maim, burn, and slay as they list without punish-
"One last word, and we shall be glad to have its significance noted: J. Louden, Esq., has been retained for the defence! The murderer, before being apprehended by the authorities, went straight from the scene of his crime to place his retainer in his attorney s pocket! How LONG IS THIS TO LAST?''
The Tocsin was quoted on street corners that morning, in shop and store and office, wherever people talked of the Cory murder; and that was everywhere, for the people of Canaan and of the country roundabout talked of nothing else. Women chattered of it in parlor and kitchen; men gathered in small groups on the street and shook their heads ominously over it; farmers, meeting on the road, halted their teams and loudly damned the little man in the Canaan jail; milkmen lingered on back porches over their cans to agree with cooks
Joe stopped. "Why?'' he asked, mildly.
The clerk put two fingers in his mouth and whistled shrilly in derision. "You'd ort to be run out o' town!'' he exclaimed.
"I believe,'' said Joe, "that we have never met before.''
"Go on, you shyster!''
Joe looked at him gravely. "My dear sir,'' he returned, "you speak to me with the familiarity of an old friend.''
The clerk did not recover so far as to be capable of repartee until Joe had entered his own stairway. Then, with a bitter sneer, he seized a bad potato from an open barrel and threw it at the mongrel, who had paused to examine the landscape. The missile failed, and Respectability, after bestowing a
In the office the red-bearded man sat waiting. Not so red-bearded as of yore, however, was Mr. Sheehan, but grizzled and gray, and, this morning, gray of face, too, as he sat, perspiring and anxious, wiping a troubled brow with a black silk handkerchief.
"Here's the devil and all to pay at last, Joe,'' he said, uneasily, on the other's entrance. "This is the worst I ever knew; and I hate to say it, but I doubt yer pullin' it off.''
"I've got to, Mike.''
"I hope on my soul there's a chanst of it! I like the little man, Joe.''
"So do I.''
"I know ye do, my boy. But here's this Tocsin kickin' up the public sentiment; and if there ever was a follerin' sheep on earth, it's that same public sentiment!''
"If it weren't for that''—Joe flung himself heavily in a chair—"there'd not be so much trouble. It's a clear enough case.''
"But don't ye see,'' interrupted Sheehan, "the Tocsin's tried it and convicted him aforehand? And that if things keep goin' the way they've started to-day, the gran' jury's bound to indict him, and the trial jury to convict him? They
"I know, I know.''
"I'll tell ye one thing,'' said the other, wiping his forehead with the black handkerchief, "and that's this, my boy: last night's business has just about put the cap on the Beach fer me. I'm sick of it and I'm tired of it! I'm ready to quit, sir!''
Joe looked at him sharply. "Don't you think my old notion of what might be done could be made to pay?''
Sheehan laughed. "Whoo! You and yer hints, Joe! How long past have ye come around me with 'em! `I b'lieve ye c'd make more money, Mike'—that's the way ye'd put it,—`if ye altered the Beach a bit. Make a little country-side restaurant of it,' ye'd say, `and have good cookin', and keep the boys and girls from raisin' so much hell out there. Soon ye'd have other people comin' beside the regular crowd. Make a little garden on the shore, and let 'em eat at tables under trees an' grape-arbors—' ''
"Well, why not?'' asked Joe.
"Haven't I been tellin' ye I'm thinkin' of it? It's only yer way of hintin' that's funny to me,—yer way of sayin' I'd make more money, because ye're afraid of preachin' at any of us: partly because ye
"Mike!'' said Joe, angrily, but he grew very red and failed to meet the other's eye, "I'm not—''
"Yes, ye are!'' cried Sheehan. "Yes, sir! It's a thing ye prob'ly haven't had the nerve to say to yerself since a boy, but that's yer notion inside: ye're little better than a missionary! It took me a long while to understand what was drivin' ye, but I do now. And ye've gone the right way about it, because we know ye'll stand fer us when we're in trouble and fight fer us till we git a square deal, as ye're goin' to fight for Happy now.''
Joe looked deeply troubled. "Never mind,'' he said, crossly, and with visible embarrassment. "You think you couldn't make more at the Beach if you ran it on my plan?''
"I'm game to try,'' said Sheehan, slowly. "I'm too old to hold 'em down out there the way I yoosta could, and I'm sick of it—sick of it into the very bones of me!'' He wiped his forehead. "Where's Claudine?''
"Held as a witness.''
"I'm not sorry fer her!'' said the red-bearded man, emphatically. "Women o' that kind are so light-headed it's a wonder they don't float. Think
"I'm going myself. I've found out that he came here from Denver.''
"And from where before that?''
"I don't know, but I'll keep on travelling till I get what I want.''
"That's right, my boy,'' exclaimed the other, heartily, "It may be a long trip, but ye're all the little man has to depend on. Did ye notice the Tocsin didn't even give him the credit fer givin' himself up?''
"Yes,'' said Joe. "It's part of their game.''
"Did it strike ye now,'' Mr. Sheehan asked, earnestly, leaning forward in his chair,—"did it strike ye that the Tocsin was aimin' more to do Happy harm because of you than himself?''
"Yes.'' Joe looked sadly out of the window. "I've thought that over, and it seemed possible
"No, sir!'' exclaimed the proprietor of Beaver Beach, loudly. "They've begun their attack; they're bound to keep it up, and they'd manage to turn it to the discredit of both of ye. Besides, Happy wouldn't have no other lawyer; he'd ruther be hung with you fightin' fer him than be cleared by anybody else. I b'lieve it,—on my soul I do! But look here,'' he went on, leaning still farther forward; "I want to know if it struck ye that this morning the Tocsin attacked ye in a way that was somehow vi'lenter than ever before?''
"Yes,'' replied Joe, "because it was aimed to strike where it would most count.''
"It ain't only that,'' said the other, excitedly. "It ain't only that! I want ye to listen. Now see here: the Tocsin is Pike, and the town is Pike— I mean the town ye naturally belonged to. Ain't it?''
"In a way, I suppose—yes.''
"In a way!'' echoed the other, scornfully. "Ye know it is! Even as a boy Pike disliked ye and hated the kind of a boy ye was. Ye wasn't respectable and he was! Ye wasn't rich and he was! Ye had a grin on yer face when ye'd meet him on the street.'' The red-bearded man broke off at a gesture from Joe and exclaimed sharply: "Don't
"'THINK! WHAT'S HAPPENED LATELY TO MAKE HIM BITE SO HARD?'"
[Description: An illustration by Lucius Hitchcock. Two men sit in at a desk in an office, one with his back to the other. The younger man sits with his legs crossed and his head propped on his right arm. He looks worried. The older man leans toward the younger, and looks into the distance.]"Yes, Mike,'' said Joe, wearily. "In the spirit of things. I know.''
"No, sir,'' cried the other. "That's the trouble: ye don't know. There's more in Canaan than ye've understood. Listen to this: Why was the Tocsin's attack harder this morning than ever before? On yer soul didn't it sound so bitter that it sounded desprit? Now why? It looked to me as if it had started to ruin ye, this time fer good and all! Why? What have ye had to do with Martin Pike lately? Has the old wolf got to injure ye?'' Mr. Sheehan's voice rose and his eyes gleamed under bushy brows. "Think,'' he finished. "What's happened lately to make him bite so hard?''
There were some faded roses on the desk, and as Joe's haggard eyes fell upon them the answer came. "What makes you think Judge Pike isn't trustworthy?'' he had asked Ariel, and her reply had been: "Nothing very definite, unless it was his
He got slowly and amazedly to his feet. "You've got it!'' he said.
"Ye see?'' cried Mike Sheehan, slapping his thigh with a big hand. "On my soul I have the penetration! Ye don't need to tell me one thing except this: I told ye I'd lead ye somewhere; haven't I kept me word?''
"Yes,'' said Joe.
"But I have the penetration!'' exclaimed Mr. Sheehan. "Should I miss my guess if I said that ye think Pike may be scared ye'll stumble on his track in some queer performances? Should I miss it?''
"No,'' said Joe. "You wouldn't miss it.''
"Just one thing more.'' The red-bearded man rose, mopping the inner band of his straw hat. "In the matter of yer runnin' fer Mayor, now—''
Joe, who had begun to pace up and down the room, made an impatient gesture. "Pshaw!'' he interrupted; but his friend stopped him with a hand laid on his arm.
"Don't be treatin' it as clean out of all possibility, Joe Louden. If ye do, it shows ye haven't sense to know that nobody can say what way the wind's blowin' week after next. All the boys want ye;
"Canaan,'' said Joe.
"Hold up! It's Pike's Canaan ye mean. If ye git the nomination, ye'd be elected, wouldn't ye?''
"I couldn't be nominated.''
"I ain't claimin' ye'd git Martin Pike's vote,'' returned Mr. Sheehan, sharply, "though I don't say it's impossible. Ye've got to beat him, that's all. Ye've got to do to him what he's done to you, and what he's tryin' to do now worse than ever before. Well—there may be ways to do it; and if he tempts me enough, I may fergit my troth and honor as a noble gentleman and help ye with a word ye'd never guess yerself.''
"You've hinted at such mysteries before, Mike,'' Joe smiled. "I'd be glad to know what you mean, if there's anything in them.''
"It may come to that,'' said the other, with some embarrassment. "It may come to that some day, if the old wolf presses me too hard in the matter o' tryin' to git the little man across the street hanged by the neck and yerself mobbed fer helpin' him! But to-day I'll say no more.''
"Very well, Mike.'' Joe turned wearily to his desk. "I don't want you to break any promises.''
Mr. Sheehan had gone to the door, but he paused on the threshold, and wiped his forehead again.
"And I don't want to break any,'' he said, "but if ever the time should come when I couldn't help it''—he lowered his voice to a hoarse but piercing whisper—"that will be the devourin' angel's day fer Martin Pike!''
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