On the way there our talk was
subdued and expectant. Many people were disgruntled with Jones.
"Why must he do this?"
"Why can't old Jones let well enough alone?... no community's perfect,
not even our community."
Daniel had been put to bed, angrily objecting.
The five of us joined the flow of people toward the barn. Penton carried
a lantern.
"Jones is all right," said Penton to me, "I like his spirit. I'm going
to stand by him, if he finds himself seriously pressed, just because the
man's spirit is a good one ... nothing mean about him ... but I know
he'll place me among the snobs and wealthy of the community."
When all were gathered, as still as at the opening of a prayer meeting,
Grahame came in, and, with his son and other friends, took seats
opposite Jones. Grahame, who had been master of ceremonies and ring
master for the afternoon circus, had not changed his dress of
knee-britches and ruffed shirt.
The debate was prolonged and fiery....
Jones launched into a gallant attack on Grahame, and was replied to
evasively. Don Grahame wanted to punch Jones's head for what he called
slurs cast at his father's good name....
Penton made a famous speech reconciling, almost, the irreconcilable
parties.
And so we adjourned.
Penton and I accompanied Jones home. All the way the latter was arguing
against Baxter's plea, that he be more lenient with Grahame.
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