They Call Me Carpenter: A Tale of the Second ComingSinclair, Upton
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They Call Me Carpenter: A Tale of the Second Coming
Sinclair, Upton
Hollywood (Los Angeles, Calif.) -- Fiction; Jesus Christ -- Fiction
I promised; and a little later they got ready a cup of coffee and a
glass of milk and some rolls and butter and fruit, and I had the job
of taking up the tray and setting it in the prophet's room. When I
came in, I tried to say cheerfully, “Here's your breakfast,” and not
to show any trace of my uneasiness.
Carpenter looked at me, and said: “You had the door locked?”
I summoned my nerve, and answered, “Yes.”
Said he: “What is the difference to me between being your prisoner
and being the prisoner of your rulers?”
Said I: “Mr. Carpenter, the difference is that we don't intend to
hang you.”
“And how long do you propose to keep me here?”
“For about four days,” I said; “until the convention disbands. If
you will only give me your word to wait that time, you may have the
freedom of this beautiful place, and when the period is over, I
pledge you every help I can give to make known your message to the
people.”
I waited for an answer, but none came, so I set down the tray and
went out, locking the door again. And downstairs was one of T-S's
secretaries, with copies of the morning newspapers, and I picked up
a “Times,” and there was a headline, all the way across the page:
KU KLUX KLAN KIDNAPS KARPENTER RANTING RED PROPHET DISAPPEARS IN
TOOTING AUTOS
I understood, of course, that the secret agency which had
engineered the mobbing of the prophet would have had their stories
all ready for our morning newspapers--stories which played up to
the full the finding of an infernal machine, and an unprovoked
attack upon ex-service men by the armed followers of the “Red
Prophet.” But now all this was gone, and instead was a story
glorifying the Klansmen as the saviors of the city's good name. It
was evident that up to the hour of going to press, neither of the
two newspapers had any idea but that the white robed figures were
genuine followers of the “Grand Imperial Kleagle.” The “Times”
carried at the top of its editorial page a brief comment in large
type, congratulating the people of Western City upon the promptness
with which they had demonstrated their devotion to the cause of law
and order.
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