Those Times and TheseCobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
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Those Times and These
Cobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
He turned from the other, ignoring the fumbling hand that would have
taken his own in its grasp; and, resting his elbows on his desk, he put
his face in his cupped palms and spoke from between his fingers:
“I ask you again--please go away!”
When Judge Priest had finished telling me the story, in form much as I
have retold it here, he sat back, drawing hard on his pipe, which had
gone out. Bewildered, I pondered the climax of the tale.
“But if Mr. Felsburg really wanted to get even,” I said at length, “what
made him give that man the money?”
The Judge scratched a match on a linen-clad flank and applied the flame
to the pipe-bowl; and then, between puffs, made answer slowly.
“Son,” he said, “you jest think it over in your spare time. I reckin
mebbe when you're a little older the answer'll come to you.”
And sure enough, when I was a little older it did.
CHAPTER IV. THE GARB OF MEN
THEY used to say--and how long ago it seems since they used to say
it!--that the world would never see another world war. They said that
the planet, being more or less highly civilised with regard to its
principal geographical divisions, and in the main peaceably inclined,
would never again send forth armed millions to slit the throats of yet
other armed millions. That was what they said back yonder in 1912 and
1913, and in the early part of 1914 even.
But something happened--something unforeseen and unexpected and
unplausible happened. And, at that, the structure of amity between the
nations which so carefully had been built up on treaty and pledge, so
shrewdly tongued-and-grooved by the promises of Christian statesmen, so
beautifully puttied up by the prayers of Christian men, so excellently
dovetailed and mortised and rabbeted together, all at once broke down,
span by span; just as it is claimed that a fiddler who stations himself
in the middle of a bridge and plays upon his fiddle a certain note
may, if only he keeps up his playing long enough, play down that bridge,
however strong and well-piered it is.
We still regard the fiddle theory as a fable concocted upon a hypothesis
of physics; but when that other thing happened--a thing utterly
inconceivable--we so quickly adjusted ourselves to it that at once
yesterday's impossibility became to-day's actuality and to-mor-row's
certain prospect.
This war having begun, they said it could not at the very most last more
than a few months; that the countries immediately concerned could not,
any of them, for very long withstand the drains upon them in men and
money and munitions and misery; that the people at home would rise in
revolt against the stupid malignity of it, if the men at the front did
not.
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