Negro laborers, grisly with a white coating of cement, sloped down past the shop on their way home. The draymen dispersed slowly, a slouchy policeman loafed down the steps of the city hall picking his teeth, and on the market side, from high grilled windows, there came the occasional howls of a drunken negress. Life buzzed slowly like a fly.
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The indolence of age and disintegration was creeping over him. He now rose a full hour late, he came to his shop punctually, but he spent long hours of the day extended on the worn leather couch of his office, or in gossip with Jannadeau, bawdy old Liddell, Cardiac, and Fagg Sluder, who had salted away his fortune in two big buildings on the Square and was at the present moment tilted comfortably in a chair before the fire department, gossiping eagerly with members of the ball club, whose chief support he was. It was after five o'clock, the game was over.
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One afternoon in the young summer, Gant leaned upon the rail, talking to Jannadeau. He was getting on to sixty-five, his erect body had settled, he stooped a little. He spoke of old age often, and he wept in his tirades now because of his stiffened hand. Soaked in pity, he referred to himself as "the poor old cripple who has to provide for them all."
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Across the Square, at its other edge, the young virgins of the eastern part of town walked lightly home in chattering groups. They came to town at four o'clock in the afternoon, walked up and down the little avenue several times, entered a shop to purchase small justifications, and finally went into the chief drugstore, where the bucks of the town loafed and drawled in lazy alert groups. It was their club, their brasserie, the forum of the sexes. With confident smiles the young men detached themselves from their group and strolled back to booth and table.
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The sun had reddened slightly, there was a cool flowing breath from the hills, a freshening relaxation over the tired earth, the hope, the ecstasy of evening in the air. In slow pulses the thick plume of fountain rose, fell upon itself, and slapped the pool in lazy rhythms. A wagon rattled leanly over the big cobbles; beyond the firemen, the grocer Bradley wound up his awning with slow creaking revolutions.
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"Move ovah theah, lady. I want to tawk to you."
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"Hey theah! Wheahd you come from?"
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"Ha-ha-ha-ha," she laughed mockingly. "Don't you wish you knew?"
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"She's no better than a regular little chippie -- eh?"
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Gant spent delightful hours now in the gossip of dirty old men -- their huddled bawdry exploded in cracked high wheezes on the Square. He came home at evening stored with gutter tidings, wetting his thumb and smiling slyly as he questioned Helen hopefully:
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His age bore certain fruits, emoluments of service. When she came home in the evening with one of her friends, she presented the girl with jocose eagerness to his embrace. And, crying out paternally, "Why, bless her heart! Come kiss the old man," he planted bristling mustache kisses on their white throats, their soft lips, grasping the firm meat of one arm tenderly with his good hand and cradling them gently. They shrieked with throaty giggle-twiddles of pleasure because it tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-TICKLED so.
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Eyes as blue as Southern skies looked roguishly up to laughing gray ones, the winsome dimples deepened, and the sweetest little tail in dear old Dixie slid gently over on the polished board.
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He talked with Jannadeau, while his fugitive eyes roved over the east end of the Square. Before the shop the comely matrons of the town came up from the market. From time to time they smiled, seeing him, and he bowed sweepingly. Such lovely manners.
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"Ooh! Mr. Gant! Whah-whah-whah!"
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Helen's eyes fed fiercely on them. She laughed with husky-harsh excitement.
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"Hah-ha-ha! He likes that, doesn't he? It's too bad, old boy, isn't it? No more monkey business."
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"Your father's such a nice man," they said. "Such lovely manners."
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"The King of England," he observed, "is only a figurehead. He doesn't begin to have the power of the President of the United States."
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"The late King Edward for all his faults," said Gant, wetting his thumb, "was a smart man. This fellow they've got now is a nonentity and a nincompoop." He grinned faintly, craftily, with pleasure at the big words, glancing slily at the Swiss to see if they had told.
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"His power is severely li-MITed," said Jannadeau gutturally, "by custom but not by statute. In actua-LITY he is still one of the most powerful monarchs in the world." His thick black fingers probed carefully into the viscera of a watch.
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She disappeared. In a moment she came back decisively and mounted the broad steps. He watched her approach with quickened pulses. Twelve years.
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His uneasy eyes followed carefully the stylish carriage of "Queen" Elizabeth's well clad figure as she went down by the shop. She smiled pleasantly, and for a moment turned her candid stare upon smooth marble slabs of death, carved lambs and cherubim. Gant bowed elaborately.
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"Good-evening, madam," he said.
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"How's the madam?" he said gallantly. "Elizabeth, I was just telling Jannadeau you were the most stylish woman in town."
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She gave a bright pleasant nod to Jannadeau, who swung his huge scowling head ponderously around and muttered at her.
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"Well, that's mighty sweet of you, Mr. Gant," she said in her cool poised voice. "You've always got a word for every one."
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"Why, Elizabeth," said Gant, "you haven't changed an inch in fifteen years. I don't believe you're a day older."
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She was thirty-eight and pleasantly aware of it.
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"Oh, yes," she said laughing. "You're only saying that to make me feel good. I'm no chicken any more."
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"That's what I came to see you about," she said. "I lost one of them last week."
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She had a pale clear skin, pleasantly freckled, carrot-colored hair, and a thin mouth live with humor. Her figure was trim and strong -- no longer young. She had a great deal of energy, distinction, and elegance in her manner.
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"What was her name?" he asked.
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"How are all the girls, Elizabeth?" he asked kindly.
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Her face grew sad. She began to pull her gloves off.
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"Yes," said Gant gravely, "I was sorry to hear of that."
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She opened her black leather handbag, thrust her gloves into it, and pulling out a small bluebordered handkerchief, began to weep quietly.
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"She was the best girl I had," said Elizabeth. "I'd have done anything in the world for her. We did everything we could," she added. "I've no regrets on that score. I had a doctor and two trained nurses by her all the time."
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"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh," said Gant, shaking his head. "Too bad, too bad, too bad. Come back to my office," he said. They went back and sat down. Elizabeth dried her eyes.
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"Why, I knew that girl," he exclaimed. "I spoke to her not over two weeks ago."
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"He will be punished," said Gant darkly.
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"No one who would do anything for her," Elizabeth said. "Her mother died when she was thirteen -- she was born out here on the Beetree Fork -- and her father," she added indignantly, "is a mean old bastard who's never done anything for her or any one else. He didn't even come to her funeral."
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"We called her Lily -- her full name was Lillian Reed."
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"How old was she?" he asked.
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"I couldn't have loved her more, Mr. Gant," said Elizabeth, "if she had been my own daughter."
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"As sure as there's a God in heaven," Elizabeth agreed, "he'll get what's coming to him in hell. The old bastard!" she continued virtuously, "I hope he rots!"
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"Twenty-two," said Elizabeth, beginning to weep again.
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"T-t-t-t-t-t," he clucked regretfully. "Too bad, too bad. She was pretty as a picture."
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"Yes," said Elizabeth, "she went like that -- one hemorrhage right after another, down here." She tapped her abdomen. "Nobody ever knew she was sick until last Wednesday. Friday she was gone." She wept again.
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"What a pity! What a pity!" he agreed. "Did she have any people?"
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"A pity, a pity," he muttered. "So young." He had the moment of triumph all men have when they hear some one has died. A moment, too, of grisly fear. Sixty-four.
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"And she was such a fine girl, Mr. Gant," said Elizabeth, weeping softly. "She had such a bright future before her. She had more opportunities than I ever had, and I suppose you know"-- she spoke modestly --"what I've done."
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"It's pretty sad when you come to think of it," he said. "By God, it is."
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"You can depend upon it," he said grimly. "He will. Ah, Lord." He was silent a moment while he shook his head with slow regret.
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"Why," he exclaimed, startled, "you're a rich woman, Elizabeth -- damned if I don't believe you are. You own property all over town."
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"I couldn't have loved her more," said Elizabeth, "if she'd been one of my own. A young girl like that, with all her life before her."
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"I wouldn't say that," she answered, "but I've got enough to live on without ever doing another lick of work. I've had to work hard all my life. From now on I don't intend to turn my hand over."
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"I don't want any of those," she said impatiently. "I've already made up my mind. I know what I want."
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"I've had a good life," she said. "I've taken care of myself."
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She regarded him with a shy pleased smile, and touched a coil of her fine hair with a small competent hand. He looked at her attentively, noting with pleasure her firm uncorseted hips, moulded compactly into her tailored suit, and her cocked comely legs tapering to graceful feet, shod in neat little slippers of tan. She was firm, strong, washed, and elegant -- a faint scent of lilac hovered over her: he looked at her candid eyes, lucently gray, and saw that she was quite a great lady.
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They had always known each other -- since first they met. They had no excuses, no questions, no replies. The world fell away from them. In the silence they heard the pulsing slap of the fountain, the high laughter of bawdry in the Square. He took a book of models from the desk, and began to turn its slick pages. They showed modest blocks of Georgia marble and Vermont granite.
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"By God, Elizabeth," he said, "you're a fine-looking woman."
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"I want the angel out front."
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He looked up surprised. "What is it?"
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His face was shocked and unwilling. He gnawed the corner of his thin lip. No one knew how fond he was of the angel. Publicly he called it his White Elephant. He cursed it and said he had been a fool to order it. For six years it had stood on the porch, weathering, in all the wind and the rain. It was now brown and fly-specked. But it had come from Carrara in Italy, and it held a stone lily delicately in one hand. The other hand was lifted in benediction, it was poised clumsily upon the ball of one phthisic foot, and its stupid white face wore a smile of soft stone idiocy.
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In his rages, Gant sometimes directed vast climaxes of abuse at the angel. "Fiend out of Hell!" he roared. "You have impoverished me, you have ruined me, you have cursed my declining years, and now you will crush me to death, fearful, awful, and unnatural monster that you are."
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But sometimes when he was drunk he fell weeping on his knees before it, called it Cynthia, and entreated its love, forgiveness, and blessing for its sinful but repentant boy. There was laughter from the Square.
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"What's the matter?" said Elizabeth. "Don't you want to sell it?"
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"It will cost you a good deal, Elizabeth," he said evasively.
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He was silent, thinking for a moment of the place where the angel stood. He knew he had nothing to cover or obliterate that place -- it left a barren crater in his heart.
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"All right," he said. "You can have it for what I paid for it -- $420."
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"No. Pay me when the job's finished and it has been set up. You want some sort of inscription, don't you?"
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"I don't care," she answered, positively. "I've got the money. How much do you want?"
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She took a thick sheaf of banknotes from her purse and counted the money out for him. He pushed it back.
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"Yes. There's her full name, age, place of birth, and so on," she said, giving him a scrawled envelope. "I want some poetry, too -- something that suits a young girl taken off like this."
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He pulled his tattered little book of inscriptions from a pigeonhole, and thumbed its pages, reading her a quatrain here and there. To each she shook her head. Finally, he said:
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She left YOUR love and went to find
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Ere life and love had lived their hour
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She went away in beauty's flower,
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Yet whispers Faith upon the wind:
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No grief to her was given.
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God called her, and she went.
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"How's this one, Elizabeth?" He read:
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"Oh, that's lovely -- lovely," she said. "I want that one."
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In the musty cool smell of his little office they got up. Her gallant figure reached his shoulder. She buttoned her kid gloves over the small pink haunch of her palms and glanced about her. His battered sofa filled one wall, the line of his long body was printed in the leather. She looked up at him. His face was sad and grave. They remembered.
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Before her youth was spent;
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"Yes," he agreed, "I think that's the best one."
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They walked slowly to the front through aisled marbles. Sentinelled just beyond the wooden doors, the angel leered vacantly down. Jannadeau drew his great head turtlewise a little further into the protective hunch of his burly shoulders. They went out on to the porch.
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A greater one in heaven.
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"It's been a long time, Elizabeth," he said.
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The moon stood already, like its own phantom, in the clear washed skies of evening. A little boy with an empty paper-delivery bag swung lithely by, his freckled nostrils dilating pleasantly with hunger and the fancied smell of supper. He passed, and for a moment, as they stood at the porch edge, all life seemed frozen in a picture: the firemen and Fagg Sluder had seen Gant, whispered, and were now looking toward him; a policeman, at the high side-porch of the Police Court, leaned on the rail and stared; at the near edge of the central grass-plot below the fountain, a farmer bent for water at a bubbling jet, rose dripping, and stared; from the Tax Collector's office, City Hall, upstairs, Yancey, huge, meaty, shirtsleeved, stared. And in that second the slow pulse of the fountain was suspended, life was held, like an arrested gesture, in photographic abeyance, and Gant felt himself alone move deathward in a world of seemings as, in 1910, a man might find himself again in a picture taken on the grounds of the Chicago Fair, when he was thirty and his mustache black, and, noting the bustled ladies and the derbied men fixed in the second's pullulation, remember the dead instant, seek beyond the borders for what was there (he knew); or as a veteran who finds himself upon his elbow near Ulysses Grant, before the march, in pictures of the Civil War, and sees a dead man on a horse; or I should say, like some completed Don, who finds himself again before a tent in Scotland in his youth, and notes a cricket-bat long lost and long forgotten, the face of a poet who has died, and young men and the tutor as they looked that Long Vacation when they read nine hours a day for "Greats."
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Where now? Where after? Where then?
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