"Ach!" said Schmidt, hastening to save his friend annoyance. "He ran
against something.--And how late is it! Let us go."
But Wholesome, who would have no man lie ever so little for his benefit,
said quietly, "I hurt it knocking a man down;" and now for the first
time to-day I observed the old amused look steal over his handsome face
and set it a-twitching with some sense of humor as he saw the shock
which went over the faces of the two elders when we bade them
good-morning and turned away.
Wholesome walked on ahead quickly, and as it seemed plain that he would
be alone, we dropped behind.
"What is all this?" said I. "Does a man grieve thus because he chastises
a scoundrel?"
"No," said Schmidt. "The Friend Wholesome was, as you may never yet
know, an officer of the navy, and when your war being done he comes
here. There is a beautiful woman whom he must fall to loving, and this
with some men being a grave disorder, he must go and spoil a good
natural man with the clothes of a Quaker, seeing that what the woman did
was good in his sight."
"But," said I, "I don't understand."
"No," said he; "yet you have read of Eve and Adam. Sometimes they give
us good apples and sometimes bad. This was a russet, as it were, and at
times the apple disagrees with him for that with the new apple he got
not a new stomach."
I laughed a little, but said, "This is not all. There was something
between him and the man he struck which we do not yet know.
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