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
Hoag touched him on the shoulder, and Paul turned his eyes upon him,
which were full of exultant tears. “Say,” Hoag proposed, kindly enough,
“thar ain't no need o' you goin' on to Grayson to-night. The hotel ain't
runnin' this summer, nohow. Pete Kerr an' his wife closed it for a month
to go off on a trip. I've got a big, cool room in my house that ain't
occupied. Stay with me as long as you like. We are sort o' old friends,
an' you are entirely welcome. I'd love the best in the world to have
you.”
“It is very good of you.” Paul was calmer now, though his countenance
was still aglow with its supernal light. “I really am very tired. I've
walked ten miles--all the way from Darby Crossroads. The hack broke
down there a little after dark, and as I wanted to give myself up before
morning--before meeting anybody--I came on afoot. The driver was a new
man, and so he had no idea of who I was or what my intentions were. Oh,
Mr. Hoag, you can't imagine how I feel. You have given me such a great
joy. I know I am acting like a crazy man, but I can't help it. It is so
new, so fresh--so glorious!”
“The _whole thing_ seems crazy to me,” said Hoag, with a return of his
old bluntness; “but that's neither here nor thar. You seem to be in
earnest. Pick up yore valise an' let's go in the house.”
“Are you sure you have room for me?” Paul asked, as he went for his bag.
“Plenty, plenty. My sister, Mrs. Mayfield, an' Ethel, from Atlanta--you
remember them--they are spending the summer here, as they always do
now. They went to Atlanta yesterday--some o' their kin is sick--Jennie
Buford. They will be back tomorrow by dinner-time. But when they come
you needn't stir. We've got plenty o' room. You are welcome to stay as
long as you like. I want to talk to you about the West.”
CHAPTER II
|HOAG led the way through the gate and up the walk toward the house.
“Do you think you'll be likely to settle down here again?” he inquired.
“Oh, I shall now--I shall now,” Paul returned, eagerly. “I've been so
homesick for these old mountains and valleys that I shall never want to
leave them. It is that way with most men; they never find any spot so
attractive as the place where they were brought up.”
“The reason I asked,” Hoag said, with a touch of pride, “was this. I've
increased my interests here a powerful sight since you went away. I've
added on two more good-sized farms. My tannery is double what it was,
an' my flour-mill's a new one with the patent-roller process. Then I run
a brickyard t'other side o' town, and a shingle-mill and a little spoke
an' hub factory. I tell you this so you'll understand the situation. I'm
gittin' too stiff an' heavy to ride about much, an' I've got to have a
general superintendent. The fellow that was with me for the last four
years left me high an' dry a week ago, after a row me an' him had over
a trifle, when you come to think about it. It just struck me that you
might want to think it over an' see how you'd like the job.”
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