Paul Rundel: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Paul Rundel: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Fugitives from justice -- Fiction; Georgia -- Fiction; Ku Klux Klan (19th century) -- Fiction
“Oh, I see.” The cobbler seemed to sense the situation as a delicate
one, and he paused significantly. “Me an' Cynthy talked about that this
momin'. In fact, we are both sort o' bothered over it. Paul, I don't
think anybody round here knows whar your ma an' Jeff moved to after they
got married. But your aunt went with 'em; she was bound to stick to your
ma.”
“They married”--Paul's words came tardily--“very soon after--after
Warren recovered, I suppose?”
“No; she kept him waitin' two years. Thar was an awful mess amongst 'em.
Your ma an' your aunt stood for you to some extent, but Jeff was awful
bitter. The trouble with Jeff was that he'd never been wounded by
anybody in his life before, an' that a strip of a boy should shove 'im
an inch o' death's door an' keep 'im in bed so long was a thing that
rankled. Folks about here done 'em both the credit to think you acted
too hasty, an' some thought Jim Hoag was back of it. The reason your ma
kept Jeff waitin' so long was to show the public that she hadn't done
nothin' she was ashamed of, an' folks generally sympathized with 'er.
Finally she agreed to marry Jeff if he'd withdraw the case ag'in' you.
It was like pullin' eye-teeth, but Jeff finally give in an' had a lawyer
fix it all up. But he was mad, and is yet, I've no doubt.”
“I understand.” Paul was looking wistfully out of the window into the
street. “And would you advise me, Uncle Si, to--to try to find them?”
“I don't believe I would,” Silas opined slowly, his heavy brows meeting
above his spectacles; “at least not at present, Paul. I'd simply wait
an' hope for matters to drift into a little better shape. Jeff is a
bad man, a fellow that holds a grudge, and, late as it is, he'd want
a settlement o' some sort. I've talked to him. I've tried to reason
with him, but nothin' I'd say would have any weight. I reckon he's been
teased about it, an' has put up with a good many insinuations. Let 'em
all three alone for the present. You've got a high temper yourself, an'
while you may think you could control it, you might not be able to do it
if a big hulk of a man like Jeff was to jump on you an' begin to pound
you.”
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