Joseph and His Friend: A Story of PennsylvaniaTaylor, Bayard
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Joseph and His Friend: A Story of Pennsylvania
Taylor, Bayard
Pennsylvania -- Fiction
"Held! To be sure, he took care of you. I was at Coventry the day after,
and saw something of him." With these words, Elwood turned towards
Joseph and looked him squarely in the face. "He'll have charge there in
a few months, I hear," he then said, "and I reckon it as a piece of good
luck for you. I've found that there are men, all, maybe, as honest and
outspoken as they need be; yet two of 'em will talk at different marks
and never fully understand each other, and other two will naturally talk
right straight at the same mark and never miss. Now, Held is the sort
that can hit the thing in the mind of the man they're talking to; it's a
gift that comes o' being knocked about the world among all classes of
people. What we learn here, always among the same folks, isn't a
circumstance."
"Then you think I might ask him?" said Joseph, not fully comprehending
all that Elwood meant to express.
"He's one of those men that you're safe in asking to do anything. Make
him spokesman of a committee to wait on the President, arbitrator in a
crooked lawsuit, overseer of a railroad gang, leader in a prayer-meeting
(if he'd consent), or whatever else you choose, and he'll do the
business as if he was used to it! It's enough for you that I don't know
the town ways, and he does; it's considered worse, I've heard, to make a
blunder in society than to commit a real sin."
He rose, and they loitered down the hill together. The subject was
quietly dropped, but the minds of both were none the less busy. They
felt the stir and pressure of new experiences, which had come to one
through disappointment and to the other through success. Not three
months had passed since they rode together through the twilight to
Warriner's, and already life was opening to them,—but how differently!
Joseph endeavored to make the most kindly allowance for his friend's
mood, and to persuade himself that his feelings were unchanged. Elwood,
however, knew that a shadow had fallen between. It was nothing beside
the cloud of his greater trouble: he also knew the cost of his own
justification to Joseph, and prayed that it might never come.
That evening, on taking leave, he said: "I don't know whether you meant
to have the news of your engagement circulated; but I guess Anna
Warriner has heard, and that amounts to—"
"To telling it to the whole neighborhood, doesn't it?" Joseph answered.
"Then the mischief is already done, if it is a mischief. It is well,
therefore, that the day is set: the neighborhood will have little time
for gossip."
He smiled so frankly and cheerfully, that Elwood seized his hand, and
with tears in his eyes, said: "Don't remember anything against me,
Joseph. I've always been honestly your friend, and mean to stay so."
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