Seth and his wife had made up, of course, but neither of
them could ever efface from their hearts and memories the cruel scenes
that had marred their life this past year.
Seth no longer went near the saloon. He had paid dearly for his
stubbornness and would continue to pay to the end of his days. Billy
Evans had swung around and was fighting the saloon now with a grimness
that was terrible in one so easy-going and liberal as Billy.
But nothing seemingly could convert George Hoskins. And so long as
George Hoskins was against a measure its passage was a hopeless matter,
for men like George always have a host of followers.
George was a huge man whose mind worked slowly. When he first heard
the talk about the town going dry he laughed--and that was enough. No
one argued the matter with him for no one relished the thought of an
argument with George. And only the minister had dared to mention Jim
Tumley. In his big way George loved little Jim, but since his wife had
sickened George spent every spare minute in her sick room and so
witnessed none of the scenes that were rousing Green Valley folks into
open rebellion against the evil that enslaved them.
George belonged to the old school that declared that to mind one's own
business was the highest duty of man.
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