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n I look at herand I seem such a brute myself that I hardly dare touch her hand。 All I ask is to be her servant until I die。〃
It took courage to speak such words； and Christopher； knowing it； stopped midway of the little path and regarded Jim with the rare smile which gave a boyish brightness to his face。
〃By George； you are a trump！〃 he said heartily。 〃And as far as that goes； you're good enough for Lila or for anybody else。 It isn't that； you see； it's only〃
〃I know；〃 finished Jim quietly and without resentment； 〃it's my grandfather。 Your sister； Cynthia； told me； and I reckon it's all natural； but somehow I can't make myself ashamed of the old man nor is Lila； for that matter。 He was an honest； upright body as ever you saw； and he never did a mean thing in his life； though he lived to be almost ninety。〃
〃You're right；〃 said Christopher； flushing suddenly； 〃and as far as I'm concerned； I'd let Lila marry you to…morrow； but as for mother； she would simply never consent。 The idea would be impossible to her； and we could never explain things； you must see that yourself。〃
〃I see；〃 replied Jim readily； 〃but the main point is that you yourself would have no objection to our marriage； provided it were possible。〃
〃Not a bit； not a bit。〃
He held out his hand； and Jim shook it warmly before he picked up his basket and went to rejoin Lila。
Turning in the path； Christopher saw the girl； who was sitting alone on the lowered bars； rise and wave a spray of goldenrod above her head。 Then； as the lovers met； she laid her hand upon Jim's arm and lifted her glowing face as if to read his words before he uttered them。 Something in the happy surrender of her gesture； or in the brooding mystery of the Indian summer； when one seemed to hear the earth turn in the stillness； touched Christopher with a sudden melancholy； and it appeared to him when he went on again that a shadow had fallen over the brightness of the autumn fields。 Disturbed by the unrest which follows any illuminating vision of ideal beauty； he asked himself almost angrily； in an effort to divert his thoughts； if it were possible that he was weakening in his purpose； since he no longer found the old zest in his hatred of Fletcher。 The deadness of his emotions had then affected this one alsothe single feeling which he had told himself would be eternal； and the old nervous thrill； so like the thrill of violent love； no longer troubled him when he chanced to meet his enemy face to face。 To…day he held Will Fletcher absolutely in his hand； he knew； in a few year's at most his debt to Fletcher would probably be cancelled； the man and the boy would then be held together by blood ties like two snarling hounds in the leashand yet； when all was said； what would the final outcome yield of satisfaction？ As he put the question he knew that he could meet it only by evasion； and his inherited apathy enfeebled him even while he demanded an answer of himself。
As the months went on； his indifference to success or failure pervaded him like a physical lethargy； and he played his game so recklessly at last that he sometimes caught himself wondering if it were； after all； worth a single flicker of the candle。 He still saw Will Fletcher daily； but when the spring came he ceased consciously； rather from weariness than from any nobler sentiment； to exert an influence which he felt to be harmful to the boy。 For four years he had wrought tirelessly to compass the ruin of Fletcher's ambition； and now； when he had but to stretch forth his arm for the final blow； he admitted impatiently that what he lacked was the impulsive energy the deed required。
He was still in this mood when； one afternoon in April； as he was driving his oxen to the store； he met Fletcher in the road behind the pair of bays。 At sight of him the old man's temper slipped control； and at the end of a few minutes they were quarrelling as to who should be the one to turn aside。
〃Git out of the road； will you？〃 cried Fletcher； half rising from his seat and jerking at the reins until the horses reared。 〃Drive your brutes into the bushes and let me pass！〃
〃If you think I'm going to swerve an inch out of my road to oblige you； Bill Fletcher； you are almost as big a fool as you are a rascal；〃 replied Christopher in a cool voice； as he brought his team to a halt and placed himself at the head of it with his long rawhide whip in his hand。
As he stood there he had the appearance of taking his time as lightly as did the Olympian deities； and it was clear that he would wait patiently until the sun set and rose again rather than yield one jot or tittle of his right upon the muddy road。 While he gazed placidly over Fletcher's head into the golden distance； he removed his big straw hat and began fanning his heated face。
There followed a noisy upbraiding from Fletcher； which ended by his driving madly into the underbrush and almost overturning the heavy carriage。 As he passed； he leaned from his seat and slashed his whip furiously into Christopher's face； then he drove on at a wild pace； bringing the horses in a shiver； and flecked with foam； into the gravelled drive before the Hall。
The bright flower…beds and the calm white pillars were all in sunshine； and Miss Saidie； with a little； green wateringpot in her hand； was sprinkling a tub of crocuses beside the steps。
〃You look flustered； Brother Bill；〃 she observed； as Fletcher threw the reins to a Negro servant and came up to where she stood。
〃Oh； I've just had some words with that darned Blake；〃 returned Fletcher； chewing the end of his mustache； as he did when he was in a rage。 〃I met him as I drove up the road and he had the impudence to keep his ox…cart standing plumb still while I tore through the briers。 It's the third time this thing has happened； and I'll be even with him for it yet。〃
〃I'm sure he must be a very rude person；〃 remarked Miss Saidie； pinching off a withered blossom and putting it in her pocket to keep from throwing it on the trim grass。 〃For my part； I've never been able to see what satisfaction people git out of being ill…mannered。 It takes twice as long as it does to be polite； and it's not nearly so good for the digestion afterward。〃
Fletcher listened to her with a scowl。 〃Well； if you ever get anything but curses from Christopher Blake； I'd like to hear of it；〃 he said； with a coarse laugh。
Why； he was really quite civil to me the other day when I passed him；〃 replied Miss Saidie； facing Fletcher with her hand resting on the belt of her apron。 〃I was in the phaeton； and he got down off his wagon and picked up my whip。 I declare； it almost took my breath away； but when I thanked him he raised his hat and spoke very pleasantly。〃
〃Oh； you and your everlasting excuses！〃 sneered Fletcher； going up the steps and turning on the porch to look down upon her。 〃I tell you I've had as many of 'em as I'm going to stand。 This is my house； and what I say in it has got to be the last word。 If you squirt any more of that blamed water around here the place will rot to pieces under our very feet。〃
Miss Saidie placed her watering…pot on the step and lifted to him the look of amiable wonder which he found more irritating than a sharp retort。