The Hills of Refuge: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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The Hills of Refuge: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Fiction
CHAPTER XXVI
Two days later Rowland came back from the village. He brought the news
that Keith was well on the road to recovery, and that he had had a talk
with the district attorney, who had intimated discreetly that it was
unlikely that grave charges would be made against his sons, owing to the
disposition of the Keiths to drop the matter. The boys might be charged
with disorderly conduct and fined, but an arrest would not be made and
the case might not reach the court at all, owing to the sympathy of the
judge, who felt that Kenneth and Martin had already been punished
enough.
The next morning after this Charles found both the boys at the
breakfast-table when he came down. To his surprise, they announced that
they were going to help him in the field, that they were willing now to
run the risk of being seen by passers-by, though they were going to keep
out of sight as much as possible. So, accordingly, they both secured
hoes and set to work in the cotton-field.
All that morning they worked with energy, which, no doubt, was due to
their long confinement and the exhilarating sense of freedom. Mary came
down herself at noon and brought them all a delightful lunch which she
had prepared with her own hands. It was a warm day, with plenty of
sunshine, and they all sat in the shade of some oaks which stood on the
edge of the field. When the lunch was over Mary got ready to go home and
the boys hastened for their hoes, to resume work.
"You are wonderful!" and Mary smiled up at Charles, who was helping her
put the things back into her basket.
"Because I eat so much?" he jested.
"Because you are having the most remarkable effect on my brothers. Even
Kenneth has changed. He says he wants to be like you. He sees what your
industry is producing for us. We have never had such promising crops
before. Then--then your talks have done them good. I mean your talks on
moral lines."
"'Moral lines,'" he repeated, sadly. "Take it from me that I am a most
unworthy adviser. I do not want to sail under false colors. Your
brothers are fortunate in having had their lesson without fatal and
lasting consequences. As I have told you--as I have tried to have you
understand--I shall always be what I am--a man without a home, without a
family, without a country, for I cannot legally cast a vote. What your
brothers are escaping from--long imprisonment--I am in danger of every
hour. So far I have escaped, but I may not be able to keep it up. Do you
know--and I must say it now, so that you will understand thoroughly--do
you know, while I dread being taken back home in shackles, I dread
another thing far more, and that is being arrested here. Your friends
would laugh at you for being hoodwinked by a criminal tramp in whom you
have such absurd confidence as to give him food and shelter."
Mary's eyes were full of unshed tears. She hastily crammed the
table-cloth into the basket. "Why are you talking to me like this
to-day, when I was so happy?" she gulped.
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