The Devils Garden

The Devil's Garden

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Title: The Devil's Garden
Author: W. B. Maxwell
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THE DEVIL'S GARDEN
by
W. B. MAXWELL
Author of _In Cotton Wool_, _Mrs. Thompson_, _Seymour Charlton_,
etc.
Indianapolis The Bobbs-Merrill Company Publishers
1914

THE DEVIL'S GARDEN
The Devil playeth in a man's mind like a wanton child in a garden,
bringing his filth to choke each open path, uprooting the tender plants,
and trampling the buds that should have blown for the Master.

I
The village postmaster stood staring at an official envelope that had
just been shaken out of a mailbag upon the sorting-table. It was
addressed to himself; and for a few moments his heart beat quicker,
with sharp, clean percussions, as if it were trying to imitate the sounds
made by the two clerks as they plied their stampers on the blocks.
Perhaps this envelope contained his fate.
Soon the stamping was finished; the sorting went on steadily and
methodically; before long the letters and parcels were neatly arranged
in compartments near the postmen's bags. The first delivery of the day
was ready to go forth to the awakening world.
"All through, Mr. Dale."
The postmaster struck a bell, and glanced at the clock. Five fifty-six.
Up to time, as usual.
"Now then, my lads, off with you."
The postmen had come into the sorting-room, and were packing their
bags and slinging their parcels.
"Sharp's the word."
Picking up his unopened letter, the postmaster went through the public
office, stood on the outer threshold, and looked up and down the street.
To his left the ground sloped downward through a narrowing
perspective of house-fronts and roof cornices to faint white mist, in
which one could see some cattle moving vaguely, and beyond which, if
one knew that it was there, one might just discern a wide space of
common land stretching away boldly until the dark barrier of woods
stopped it short. To his right the ground lay level, with the road
enlarging itself to a dusty bay in front of the Roebuck Inn, turning by
the churchyard wall, forking between two gardened houses of
gentlefolk, and losing itself suddenly in the same white mist that closed
the other vista. Over the veiling whiteness, over the red roofs, and high
above the church tower, the sky of a glorious July morning rose
unstained to measureless arches of blue.
As always in this early hour of the day, the postmaster thought of his
own importance. The village seemed still half asleep--blinds down
wherever he looked--lazy, money-greedy tradesmen not yet alive to
their selfish enterprises--only the poor laborers of the soil already at
work; and nevertheless here was he, William Dale, up and about,

carrying on the continuous business of the state.
But how long would he be permitted to feel like this? Could it be
possible that the end of his importance was near at hand?
_On Her Majesty's Service!_ He opened the envelope, unfolded the
folio sheet of paper that it contained, began to read--and immediately
all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head.
"I am to inform you that you are temporarily suspended." And in the
pompous language of headquarters he was further informed that the
person appointed to take over control would arrive at Rodchurch Road
Station by the eleven o'clock train; that he himself was to come to
London on the morrow, and immediately call at the G.P.O.; where, on
the afternoon of that day or the morning of a subsequent day, he would
be given an opportunity of stating his case in person, "agreeable to his
request."
Why had they suspended him? Surely it would have been more usual if
they had allowed him to leave the office in charge of his chief clerk, or
if they had given charge of it to a competent person from Rodhaven,
and not sent a traveler from London? The traveling inspector is the bird
of evil presage: he hovers over the houses of doomed men.
William Dale ran his hand round the collarless neck of his shirt, and
felt the perspiration that had suddenly moistened his skin.
He was a big man of thirty-five; a type of the strong-limbed,
quick-witted peasant, who is by nature active