Alcohol trafficking -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction
His grimly jocose pride in his cleverness relieved the tension of the
moment. It suddenly became more practicable for Kenniston to overlook
his rude rage, when the circumstances rendered it hardly possible for
him to take cognizance of it. His indignant repugnance to the situation
was sharply manifest in his face, however, which was of an expressive
type, but he compassed an off-hand manner as he said,--
"Oh, the register and I may be burned indefinitely and to your heart's
content, in due course of spiritual justice; but I fancy it won't be
the direct consequence of anything in the nature of muniments of title,
and it won't change the metes and bounds of this land by one rod,
perch, or pole."
Another voice broke into the discussion abruptly:
"What reason hev ye got ter 'low ez Cap'n Lucy be on yer land?"
The dull irradiation of the porch from the flicker of the fire within
the house barely sufficed to show Lorenzo Taft's burly form standing
beside the post. His approach had been unnoticed by the group, but his
question apprised them that he had joined them some moments previously,
and the pawing of his mare at the gate showed that she had been hitched
in anticipation of passing the evening there. In the excitement of
the situation the usual greetings were dispensed with, and Kenniston
not unwillingly recited anew the calls of the title papers, again
sketching the boundary line with his cane on the floor, and even taking
from his pocket a letter, and drawing upon the back of the envelope
a miniature plat of the irregularly shaped body of land. Even in his
preoccupation he could but note the intelligence of the attention which
the visitor closely bent upon his exposition and the rude draught, the
receptivity of his mind, the pertinence of his questions. Taft stood
leaning over the back of Kenniston's chair, his blue eyes fixed on the
paper in the slim deft fingers of the draughtsman, his own brawny hand
laid meditatively on his long yellow beard.
"Of course," said Kenniston, folding the paper, and by way of
concluding the matter, "I am ready to pay the colonel the full value of
his improvements. He has only to name his price."
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