At the CrossroadsComstock, Harriet T. (Harriet Theresa)
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At the Crossroads
Comstock, Harriet T. (Harriet Theresa)
Fiction
From his height Northrup bent to Polly's littleness, but she reached
up to him with her frail tender arms and seemed to gather him into her
denied motherhood. Without a word she kissed him and--let him go!
Northrup found Rivers in his shack. He looked as if he had been
sitting where Northrup left him the night before. He was unkempt and
haggard and there were broken bits of food on the untidy table, and
stains of coffee.
"I'm going away, Rivers," Northrup explained, sitting opposite Larry.
"I couldn't wait to get word from you--my mother is ill. I must put
this business through in a sloppy way. It may need a lot of legal
patching after, but I'll take my chances. Heathcote has straightened
out your wife's part--the Point is yours. I've made sure of that. Now
I'm going to write out something that I think will hold--anyway, I
want your signature to it and to a receipt for money I will give you.
What we both know will after all be the real deed, for if you don't
keep your bargain, I'll come back."
Larry stared dully, insolently at Northrup but did not speak. He
watched Northrup writing at the table where the food lay scattered.
Then, when the clumsy document was finished, Northrup pushed it toward
Rivers.
"Sign there!" he said.
"I'll sign where I damn please." Larry showed his teeth. "How much you
going to give me for my woman?"
For a moment the sordid room seemed to be swirling in a flood of red
and yellow. Northrup got on his feet.
"I don't want to kill you," he muttered, "but you deserve it."
"Ah, have it your own way," Larry cringed. The memory of the night
before steadied him. He'd been drinking heavily and was stronger--and
weaker, in consequence.
"How much is--is the price for the Point?" he mumbled.
Northrup mastered his rage and sat down. Feeling sure that Rivers
would dicker he said quietly:
"A thousand dollars."
"Double that!" Rivers's eyes gleamed. A thousand dollars would take
him out of Maclin's reach, but all that he could get beyond would keep
him there longer.
"Rivers, I expected this, so I'll name my final price. Fifteen
hundred! Hurry up and sign that paper."
Larry signed it unsteadily but clearly.
"Have you seen your wife, Rivers?" Northrup passed a cheque across the
table.
"I'm going to see her to-morrow--I have up to Friday, you know."
"Yes, that's true. I must go to-morrow morning, but I'll make sure you
keep to your bargain."
"And--you?" Rivers's lips curled.
"I have kept my bargain."
"And you'll get away without talking to my wife?"
Northrup's eyes grew dark.
"Yes. But, Rivers, if I find that you play loose in any way, by God,
I'll settle with you if I have to scour the earth for you. Remember,
she is to know everything--everything, and after that--you're to get
out--quick."
"I'll get out all right."
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