Lute shook his head. “No,” he admitted, “I ain't. Got any tobacco about you? Dorindy hove my plug away yesterday. I left it back of the clock and she found it and was mad—dustin' again, of course.”
He took the pouch I handed him, filled his pipe and absently put the pouch in his pocket.
“Got a match?” he asked. “Thanks. No, I ain't spoke to her about it, though it's been on my mind for a long spell. I didn't know but you might say somethin' to her along that line, Roscoe. 'Twouldn't sound so personal, comin' from you. What do you think?”
I shook my head. “Dorinda wouldn't pay much attention to my ideas on such subjects, I'm afraid,” I answered. “She knows I'm not a regular church-goer.”
Lute was plainly disappointed. “Well,” he said, with a sigh, “maybe you're right. She does cal'late you're kind of heathen, though she hopes you'll see the light some day. But, just the same,” he added, “it's a good argument. I tried it on the gang up to the post-office last night. I says to 'em, says I, 'Work's all right. I believe in it. I'm a workin' man, myself. But to work when you don't have to is wrong. Take Ros Paine,' I says—”
“Why should you take me?” I interrupted, rather sharply.
“'Cause you're the best example I could think of. Everybody knows you don't do no work. Shootin' and sailin' and fishin' ain't work, and that's about all you do. 'Take Ros,' says I. 'He might be to work. He was in a bank up to the city once and he knows the bankin' trade. He might be at it now, but what would be the use?' I says. 'He's got enough to live on and he lives on it, 'stead of keepin' some poor feller out of a job.' That's right, too, ain't it?”
I didn't answer at once. There was no reason why I should be irritated because Luther Rogers had held me up as a shining example of the do-nothing class to the crowd of hangers-on in a country post-office. What did I care for Denboro opinion? Six years in that gossipy village had made me, so I thought, capable of rising above such things.
“Well,” I asked after a moment, “what did they say to that?”
“Oh, nothin' much. They couldn't; I had 'em, you see. Some of 'em laughed and old Cap'n Jed he hove out somethin' about birds of a feather stickin' up for each other. No sense to it. But, as I said afore, what can you expect of a Democrat?”