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  \"AllsummerlongIhavebeentryingtoremembersomething;

  somethinguntruethatyouhavebeenbelieving,somefalsehoodforwhichIwasresponsible。Ihavepursuedandpursuedit,butithasalwaysescapedme。Onceitwasclearasdaylight,forRodmanreadmefromtheBibleaplainanswertoallthequestionsthattorturedme。\"

  \"Thatmusthavebeenthenightthatshefainted,\"thoughtIvory。

  \"WhenIawokenextmorningfrommylongsleep,theoldpuzzlehadcomeback,athousandtimesworsethanbefore,forthenIknewthatIhadheldtheclueinmyownhandandhadlostit。Now,praiseGod!Iknowthetruth,andyou,theonlyonetowhomIcantellit,arecloseathand。\"

  Ivorylookedathismotherandsawthattheveilthathadseparatedthemmentallyseemedtofivevanishedinthenightthathadpassed。Oftenandoftenithadblownaway,asitwere,forthefractionofamomentandthenblownbackagain。Nowhereyesmethiswithanaltogethernewclearnessthatstartledhim,whileherhealthcamewitheaseandsheseemedstrongerthanformanydays。

  \"YourememberthewinterIwashereatthefarmalone,whenyouwereattheAcademy?\"

  \"Yes;itwasthenthatIcamehomeandfoundyousoterriblyill。

  Doyouthinkweneedgobacktothatoldtimenow,motherdear?\"

  \"Yes,Imust,Imust!OnemorningIreceivedastrangeletter,bearingnosignature,inwhichthewritersaidthatifIwishedtoseemyhusbandIhadonlytogotoacertainaddressinBrentville,NewHampshire。TheletterwentontosaythatMr。

  AaronBoyntonwasillandlongedfornothingsomuchastospeakwithme;buttherewerereasonswhyhedidnotwishtoreturntoEdgewood,——wouldIcometohimwithoutdelay。\"

  Ivorynowsatstraightinhischairandlistenedkeenly,feelingthatthiswastobenovague,uncertain,andmisleadingmemory,butsomethingtrueandtangible。

  \"Theletterexcitedmegreatlyafteryourfather’slongabsenceandsilence。Iknewitcouldmeannothingbutsorrow,butalthoughIwashalfillatthetime,myplaindutywastogo,soIthought,andgowithoutmakinganyexplanationinthevillage。\"

  AllthiswasnewtoIvoryandhehunguponhismother’swords,dreadingyethopingforthelightthattheymightsheduponthepast。

  \"IarrivedatBrentvillequiteexhaustedwiththejourneyandweigheddownbyanxietyanddread。Ifoundthehousementionedintheletteratseveno’clockintheevening,andknockedatthedoor。Acommon,hard—featuredwomanansweredtheknockand,seemingtoexpectme,usheredmein。Idonotremembertheroom;

  Irememberonlyachildleaningpatientlyagainstthewindow—silllookingoutintothedark,andthattheplacewasbareandcheerless。

  \"IcametocalluponMr。AaronBoynton,’Isaid,withmyheartsinkinglowerandlowerasIspoke。ThewomanopenedadoorintothenextroomandwhenIwalkedin,insteadofseeingyourfather,I

  confrontedahaggard,death—strickenyoungwomansittingupinbed,hergreateyesbrightwithpain,herlipsaswhiteasherhollowcheeks,andherlong,blackhairstreamingoverthepillow。TheverysightofherstruckaknelltothelittlehopeI

  hadofsoothingyourfather’ssickbedandforgivinghimifhehaddonemeanywrong。

  \"’Well,youcame,asIthoughtyouwould,’saidthegirl,lookingmeoverfromheadtofootinawaythatsomehowmademeburnwithshame。’NowsitdowninthatchairandhearwhatI’vegottosaywhileI’vegotthestrengthtosayit。Ihaven’tthetimenorthedesiretoputaglossonit。AaronBoyntonisn’there,asyouplainlysee,butthat’snotmyfault,forhebelongshereasmuchasanywhere,thoughhewouldn’thavemuchinterestinadyingwoman。Ifyouhavesufferedonaccountofhim,sohaveIandyouhaven’thadthispainboringintoyouandeatingyourlifeawayformonths,asIhave。’

  \"Ipitiedher,sheseemedsodistraught,butIwasinterrorofherallthesame,andurgedhertotellherstorycalmlyandI

  woulddomybesttohearitinthesameway。

  \"’Calm,’sheexclaimed,’withthisagonytearingmetopieces!

  Well,tomakebeginningandendinone,AaronBoyntonwasmyhusbandforthreeyears。’

  \"Icaughtholdofthechairtokeepmyselffromfallingandcried:’Idonotbelieveit!’’Believeitornot,sheansweredscornfully,’itmakesnodifferencetome,butIcangiveyoutwentyproofsinasmanyseconds。WemetataCochranemeetingandhechosemefromalltheothersashistruewife。Fortwoyearswetravelledtogether,butlongbeforetheycametoanendtherewasnohappinessforeitherofus。Hehadaconscience——notmuchofaone,butjustenoughtokeephimmiserable。AtlastI

  felthewasnotbelievingthedoctrineshepreachedandIcaughthimtryingtogetnewsofyouandyourboy,justbecauseyouwereoutofreach,andneglectingmyboyandme,whohadgivenupeverythingtowanderwithhimandliveonwhateverthebrethrenandsisterschosetogiveus。’

  \"’Sotherewasachild,aboy,’Igasped。’Did——didhelive?’

  ’He’sinthenextroom,’sheanswered,’andit’shimIbroughtyouherefor。AaronBoyntonhasservedusboththesame。HeleftyouformeandmeforHeavenknowswho。IfIcouldliveI

  wouldn’taskanyfavors,ofyouleastofall,butIhaven’tapennyintheworld,thoughIshan’tneedoneverylong。Myfriendthat’snursingmehasn’tarooftoherheadandshewouldn’tshareitwiththeboyifshehad——she’sabigotedOrthodox。’

  \"’Butwhatdoyouexpectmetodo?’Iaskedangrily,forshewasstabbingmewitheveryword。

  \"’Theboyisyourhusband’schildandhealwaysrepresentedyouasasaintuponearth。Iexpectyoutotakehimhomeandprovideforhim。Hedoesn’tmeanverymuchtome——justenoughsothatI

  don’trelishhisgoingtothepoorhouse,that’sall。’

  \"’He’llgotosomethingverylikethatifhecomestomine,’I

  said。

  \"’Don’tworrymewithtalk,forIcan’tstandit,’shewailed,clutchingathernightgownandflingingbackherhair。’EitheryoutakethechildorIsendsomebodytoEdgewoodwithhim,somebodytotellthewholestory。SomeoftheCochranitescansupporthimifyouwon’t;or,attheworst,AaronBoynton’stowncantakecareofhisson。Thedoctorhasgivenmetwodaystolive。Ifit’saminutelongerI’vewarnedhimandIwarnyou,thatI’llenditmyself;andifyoudon’ttaketheboyI’lldothesameforhim。He’sagoodsightbetteroffdeadthanknockingabouttheworldalone;he’sinnocentandthere’snosenseinhisbeingpunishedforthesinsofotherfolks。’\"

  \"Iseeitall!WhydidIneverthinkofitbefore;mypoor,poorRod!\"saidIvory,clenchinghishandsandburyinghisheadinthem。

  \"Don’tgrieve,Ivory;ithasallturnedoutsomuchbetterthanwecouldhavehoped;justlistentotheend。Shewasfrightfultohearandtolookat,thegirlwas,thoughallthetimeIcouldfeelthatshemusthavehadagipsybeautyandvigorthatansweredtosomethinginyourfather。

  \"’Goalongoutnow,’shecriedsuddenly。’Ican’tstandanybodynear。ThedoctornevergivesmehalfenoughmedicineandforthehourbeforehecomesIfairlydieforlackofit——thoughlittlehecares!Goupstairsandhaveyoursleepandto—morrowyoucanmakeupyourmind。’

  \"’Youdon’tleavememuchfreedomtodothat,’Itriedtoanswer;

  butsheinterruptedme,rockingherbodytoandfro。’Neitherofuswi11everseeAaronBoyntonagain;younomorethanI。He’sintheWest,andamanwithtwofamiliesandnomeansofprovidingforthemdoesn’tcomebackwherehe’sknown。——Comeandtakeheraway,Eliza!Takeheraway,quick!’shecalled。

  \"Istumbledoutoftheroomandthewomanwavedmeupstairs。’Youmustn’tmindHetty,’sheapologized;’sheneverhadagooddispositionatthebest,butshe’sfranticwiththepainnow,andgoodreason,too。It’saboutoverandI’11bethankfulwhenitis。You’dbetterswallowtheshameandtakethechild;Ican’tandwon’thavehimandit’11beeasyenoughforyoutosayhebelongstosomeofyourownfolks。’

  \"BythistimeIwasmentallybewildered。Whentheironfirstenteredmysoul,whenIfirstheardthetruthaboutyourfather,atthatmomentmymindgaveway——Iknowitnow。\"

  \"Poor,poormother!Mypoor,gentlelittlemother!\"murmuredIvorybrokenly,asheaskedherhand。

  \"Don’tcry,myson;itisallpast;thesorrowandthebitternessandthestruggle。Iwilljustfinishthestoryandthenwe’11

  closethebookforever。Thewomangavemesomebreadandtea,andIflungmyselfonthebedwithoutundressing。Idon’tknowhowlongafterwarditwas,butthedooropenedandalittleboystolein;asad,strange,dark—eyedlittleboywhosaid:’CanIsleepuphere?Mother’sscreamingandI’mafraid。’Heclimbedtothecouch。Icoveredhimwithablanket,andIsoonheardhisdeepbreathing。Butlaterinthenight,whenImusthavefallenasleepmyself,Isuddenlyawokeandfelthimlyingbesideme。HehaddraggedtheblanketalongandcreptuponthebedtogetclosetomysideforthewarmthIcouldgive,orthecomfortofmynearness。Thetouchofhimalmostbrokemyheart;Icouldnotpushthelittlecreatureawaywhenhewaslyingtheresonearandwarmandconfiding——he,allunconsciousoftheagonyhismereexistencewastome。ImusthavesleptagainandwhenthedaybrokeIwasalone。IthoughtthepresenceofthechildinthenightwasadreamandIcouldnotrememberwhereIwas,norwhyI

  wasthere。\"

  \"Mother,dearmother,don’ttellmeanymoreto—night。Ifearforyourstrength,\"urgedIvory,hiseyesfulloftearsattheremembranceofhersufferings。

  \"Thereisonlyalittlemoreandtheweightwillbeoffmyheartandonyours,mypoorson。WouldthatIneednottellyou!ThehousewasstillandIthoughtatfirstthatnoonewasawake,butwhenIopenedthesitting—roomdoorthechildrantowardsmeandtookmyhandasthewomancameinfromthesick—room。’Gointothekitchen,Rodman,’shesaid,’andlaceupyourboots;you’regoingrightoutwiththislady。Hettydiedinthenight,’shecontinuedimpassively。’Thedoctorwashereaboutteno’clockandI’veneverseenhersobad。Hegaveherabigdoseofsleepingpowderandputanotherinthetabledrawerformetomixforhertowardsmorning。Shewashelplesstomove,wethought,butallthesameshemusthavegotoutofbedwhenmybackwasturnedandtakenthepowderdryonhertongue,foritwasgonewhenIlookedforit。Itdidn’thastenthingsmuchandIdon’tblameher。Ifevertherewasawild,recklesscreatureitwasHettyRodman,butI,whoamjusttheopposite,wouldhavedonethesameifI’dbeenher。’

  \"Shehurriedlygavemeacupofcoffee,and,puttingacoatandacapontheboy,literallypushedmeoutofthehouse。’I’vegottoreportthingstothedoctor,’shesaid,’andyou’rebetteroutoftheway。Godownthatsidestreettothestationandmindyousaytheboybelongedtoyoursisterwhodiedandlefthimtoyou。

  You’reaCochranite,ain’tyou?SowasHetty,andthey’reallsisters,soyou’llbetellingnolies。Good—bye,Rodman,beagoodboyanddon’tbeanytroubletothelady。’

  \"HowIfoundthestationIdonotknow,norhowImadethejourney,norwhereItookthestage—coach。Thesnowbegantofallandbynoontherewasadriftingstorm。IcouldnotrememberwhereIwasgoing,norwhotheboywas,forjustasthesnowwaswhirlingoutside,soitwaswhirlinginmybrain。\"

  \"Mother,Icanhardlybeartohearanymore;itistooterrible!\"

  criedIvory,risingfromhischairandpacingthefloor。

  \"IcanrecallnothingofanyaccounttillIawokeinmyownbedweeksafterwards。Thestrangelittleboywasthere,butMrs。DayandDr。PerrytoldmewhatImusthavetoldthem——thathewasthechildofmydeadsister。ThosewerethelastwordsutteredbythewomaninBrentville;Icarriedthemstraightthroughmyillnessandbroughtthemoutontheothersidemorefirmlyintrenchedthanever。\"

  \"Ifonlythetruthhadcomebacktoyousooner!\"sighedIvory,comingbacktoherbedside。\"Icouldhavehelpedyoutobearitalltheseyears。Sorrowissomuchlighterwhenyoucanshareitwithsomeoneelse。AndthegirlwhodiedwascalledHettyRodman,then,andshesimplygavethechildherlastname?\"

  \"Yes,poorsufferingcreature。Ifeelnoangeragainsthernow;

  ithasburneditselfallaway。NordoIfeelanybitternessagainstyourfather。Iforgotallthismiserablestoryforsolong,lovingandwatchingforhimallthetime,thatitisasifitdidnotbelongtomyownlife,buthadtodowithsomeunhappystranger。Canyouforgive,too,Ivory?\"

  \"Icantry,\"heanswered。\"GodknowsIoughttobeabletoifyoucan!\"

  \"AndwillitturnyouawayfromRod?\"

  \"No,itdrawsmenearertohimthanever。Heshallneverknowthetruth——whyshouldhe?Justashecreptclosetoyouthatnight,allunconsciousofthereasonyouhadforshrinkingfromhim,sohehascreptclosetomeintheseyearsoftrial,whenyourmindhasbeenwandering。\"

  \"Lifeissostrange。Tothinkthatthischild,ofallothers,shouldhavebeenacomforttoyou。TheLord’shandisinit!\"

  whisperedMrs。Boyntonfeebly。

  \"Hisboyishbeliefinme,hiscompanionship,havekeptthebreathofhopealiveinme——that’sallIcansay。\"

  \"TheBiblestoryishappeningoveragaininourlives,then。

  Don’tyourememberthatAaron’srodbuddedandblossomedandborefruit,andthatthemiraclekepttherebelsfrommurmuring?\"

  \"Thisrebelneverwillmurmuragain,mother,andIvoryrosetoleavetheroom。\"Nowthatyouhaveshedyourburdenyouwillgrowstrongerandlifewillbealljoy,forWaitstillwillcometoussoonandwecanshakeoffthesemiseriesandbeahappyfamilyoncemore。\"

  \"Itisshewhohashelpedmemosttofindthethread;pouringsympathyandstrengthintome,nursingme,lovingme,becauseshelovedmywonderfulson。Oh!howblestamongwomenIamtohavelivedlongenoughtoseeyouhappy!\"

  AndasIvorykissedhismotherandblewoutthecandle,shewhisperedtoherself:\"Evenso,LordJesus,comequickly!\"

  XXXIV

  THEDEACON’SWATERLOO

  MRS。MASON’SwelcometoWaitstillwasunexpectedlyhearty——muchheartierthanitwouldhavebeenSixmonthsbefore,whensheregardedMrs。Boyntonaslittlelessthanaharmlesslunatic,ofnouseasaneighbor;andwhensheknewnothingmoreofIvorythanshecouldgatherbyhisoccasionaldriveorwalkpastherdoorwithacivilgreeting。Rodmanhadbeenuntillatelytheonlymemberofthefamilyforwhomshehadafriendlyfeeling;butallthathadchangedinthelastfewweeks,whenshehadbeenallowedtotakeahandintheBoyntons’affairs。Astothisnewestdevelopmentinthelifeoftheirhousehold,shehadoncebeenyoungherself,andtheveriestblockofstonewouldhavebecomehumanwhenthetwoloversdroveuptothedoorandtoldtheirexcitingstory。

  Ivorymadehimselfquicklyathome,andhelpedtheoldladytogetaroomreadyforWaitstillbeforehedrovebackforalookathismotherandthenontocarryouthisimpetuousandromanticschemeofroutingoutthetownclerkandannouncinghisintendedmarriage。

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  Waitstillsleptliketheshepherdboyin\"ThePilgrim’sProgress,\"withthe\"herbcalledHeart’sEase\"inherbosom。SheopenedhereyesnextmorningfromthedepthsofMrs。Mason’sbestfeatherbed,andlookedwonderinglyabouttheroom,withallitsunaccustomedsurroundings。Sheheardtherattleoffire—ironsandtheflatterofdishesbelow;thefirsttimeinallherwoman’slifethatpreparationsforbreakfasthadevergreetedherearswhenshehadnotbeenanactiveparticipatorinthem。

  Shelayquitestillforaquarterofanhour,tiredinbodyandmind,butincrediblyhappyinspirit,marvellingatthechangeswroughtinherduringthedaypreceding,themosteventfuloneinherhistory。Onlyyesterdayherlovehadbeenabud,socloselyfoldedthatshescarcelyrecognizeditsbeautyorcolororfragrance;onlyyesterday,andnowsheheldinherhandaperfectflower。Whenandhowhaditgrown,andbywhatmagicprocess?

  TheimageofIvoryhadbeenallthroughthenightintheforegroundofherdreamsandinhermomentsofwakefulness,bothmadeblissfulbytheheavenofanticipationthatdawneduponher。

  Wasevermansowise,sotenderandgentle,sostrong,socomprehending?Whatmatteredtheabsenceofworldlygoods,thepresenceofcareandanxiety,whennwomanhadasteadyhandtohold,asteadfasthearttotrust,amanwhowouldloveherandstandbyher,whate’erbefell?

  ThenthefaceofIvory’smotherwouldswimintothementalpicture;thepaleface,aswhiteasthepillowitlayupon;thefacewithitsaureoleofashenhair,andthewistfulblueeyesthatbeggedofGodandherchildrensomepeacebeforetheyclosedonlife。

  Thevisionofhersisterwasajoyfulone,andherheartwasatpeaceabouther,thepluckylittleprincesswhohadblazedthewayoutoftheogre’scastle。

  ShesawPattyclearlyasafuturefinelady,invelvetsandsatinsandfurs,bewitchingevery—bodybyhergayspirits,herpiquantvivacity,andthelovingheartthatlayunderneathallthenonsenseandgaveitwarmthandcolor。

  TheremembranceofherfatheraloneonthehilltopdidindeedtroubleWaitstill。Self—reproach,inthetruesenseoftheword,shedidnot,couldnot,feel。Neversincethedayshewasbornhadshebeenfathered,anddaughterlylovewasabsent;butshesufferedwhenshethoughtofthefierce,self—willedoldman,cuttinghimselfofffromallpossiblefriendships,whilehisvigorwasbeingsappeddailyandhourlybyhisterriblegreedofmoney。

  TruehousewifethatWaitstillwas,hermindrevertedtoeveryseparatecrockandcanisterinhercupboards,everyarticleofherbakingorcookingthatreposedontheswing—shehinthecellar,thinkinghowlongherfathercouldbecomfortablewithoutherministrations,andso,howlonghewoulddelaybeforeengagingtheuinevitablehousekeeper。Sherevolvedthenumberofpossiblepersonstowhomthepositionwouldbeoffered,andwishedthatMrs。Mason,whosoneededhelp,mightbethechosenone:butthefactofherhavingbeenfriendlytotheBoyntonswouldstrikeheratoncefromthelist。

  WhenshewasthankfullyeatingherbreakfastwithMrs。Masonalittlelater,andwaitingforIvorytocallforthembothandtakethemtotheBoyntonfarm,shelittleknewwhatwasgoingonatheroldhomeintheseveryhours,whentotellthetruthshewouldhavelikedtoslipin,haditbeenpossible,washthemorningdishes,skimthecream,dotheweek’schurning,makeherfather’sbed,andslipoutagainintothedearshelteroflovethatawaitedher。

  TheDeaconhadpassedagoodpartofthenightinschemingandcontriving,andwhenhedrankhisself—madecupofmuddycoffeeatseveno’clocknextmorninghehadformedseveralplansthatweretobeimmediatelyfrustrated,hadheknownit,bytheexasperatingandsuspiciousnatureoftheladiesinvolvedinthem。

  Ateighthehadleftthehouse,startedBillMorrillatthestore,andwasontheroadinsearchofvengeanceandahousekeeper。OldMrs。AtkinsofDeerwandersniffedatthewagesoffered。MissPeters,ofUnionFalls,anagedspinsterwithweaklungs,hadtheimpertinencetotellhimthatshefearedshecouldn’tstandthecoldinhishouse;shehadheardhewasveryparticularabouttheamountofwoodthatwasburned。Afour—miledrivebroughthimtothevillagepoeticallynamedtheBrickKiln,whereheofferedtoMrs。PeterUphamanadvanceoftwenty—fivecentsaweekoverandabovethesalarywithwhichhehadsoughttotemptMrs。Atkins。Farfrombeingimpressed,Mrs。Uphill,beingofahightemperandcandidturnofmind,toldhimshe’dprefertostarveathome。Therewasnotanotherfreewomanwithineightmiles,andtheDeaconwaschafingundertemortificationofbeingcontinuallyobligedtostatethereasonforhisneedingahousekeeper。Theonlyhope,itseemed,layingoingtoSacoandhiringastranger,aplannotatalltohisliking,asitwassuretoinvolvehiminextraexpense。

  Mutteringthreatsagainsttheuniverseingeneral,hedrovehomebywayofMilliken’sMills,thinkingoftheunfedhens,theunmilkedcow,theunwasheddishes,theunchurnedcreamandaboveallofhisunchasteneddaughters;hisrageincreasingwitheverystepuntilitwasnearlyatthewhiteheatofthenightbefore。

  Alongstretchofhillbroughtthetiredoldmaretoaslowwalk,andenabledtheDeacontoseetheWidowTillmanclippingthegeraniumsthatstoodintincansontheshelfofherkitchenwindow。

  Now,FoxwellBaxterhadneverbeenavillageLotharioatanyage,norfrequentedthesocietyofsuch。Oflateyears,indeed,hehadfrequentednosocietyofanykind,sothathehadmissed,forinstance,AbelDay’sdescriptionoftheWidowTillmanasa\"reg’larsyreen,\"thoughhevaguelyrememberedthatsomeoftheBaptistsistershadquestionedtheauthenticityofherconversionbytheiryoungandattractiveminister。Shemadeapleasantpictureatthewindow;shewasafreewoman(alittletoofree,theneighborswouldhavesaid;buttheDeacondidn’tknowthat);

  shewasacomparativenewcomertothevillage,andhermindhadnotbeenpoisonedwithfemininegossip——inaword,shewasadistinctlyhopefulsubject,and,actingonablindandsuddenimpulse,heturnedintotheyard,’dungthereinsoverthemare’sneck,andknockedatthebackdoor。

  \"Hercharacter’snoworsethanminebynowifAuntAbbyCole’sontheroad,\"hethoughtgrimly,\"an’iftheWilsonsseemysleighinsideofwidder’sfence,somuchthebetter;it’llgive’emajog。——GoodmorningMis’Tillman,\"hesaidtothesmilinglady。\"I’llcometothep’intatonce。MyyoungestdaughterhasmarriedMarkWilsonagainstmywill,an’goneawayfromtown,an’

  theolderone’schosenahusbandstilllesstomylikin’。Doyouwanttocomeandhousekeepforme?\"

  \"Isurmisedsomethingwasgoingon,\"re—turnedMrs。Tillman。\"I

  sawPattyandMarkdriveawayearlythismorning,withMr。andMrs。Wilsonwrappingthegirlupandputtingahotsoapstoneinthesleigh,andconsid’ablekissingandhuggingthrownin。\"

  ThisknowledgeaddedfueltotheflamethatwasburningfiercelyintheDeacon’sbreast。

  \"Well,howaboutthehousekeepingheasked,tryingnottoshowhiseagerness,andnotrecognizinghimselfatallintheenterpriseinwhichhefoundhimselfindulging。

  \"I’mverycomfortablehere,\"theladyrespondedartfully,\"andI

  don’tknow’sIcaretomakeanychange,thankyou。Ididn’tlikethevillagemuchatfirst,afterlivinginlargerplaces,butnowI’macquainted,itkindofgainsonme。

  Herreplywascarefullyframed,forhermindworkedwithgreatrapidity,andshewasmistressofthesituationalmostassoonasshesawtheDeaconalightingfromhissleigh。Hewasnotthesortofmantobeacasualcaller,andhismannerbespokeanurgenterrand。Shehadapensionofsixdollarsamonth,butoverandabovethatsumherlivingwasprecarious。Shemadecoats,andshehadneverknownwant,forshewasamasterhandatdealingwiththeoppositesex。DeaconBaxter,accordingtocommonreport,hadtenorfifteenthousanddollarsstowedawayinthebanks,sothesituationwouldbeassimpleaspossibleunderordinarycircumstances;itwasaseasytoturnoutoneman’spocketsasall—other’swhenhewasanormalhumanbeing;butDeaconBaxterwasadifferentproposition。

  \"Iwonderhowlonghe’slikelytolive,\"shethought,glancingathimcovertly,outofthetailofhereye。\"Hiseviltempermusthavedrivenmorethanonenailinhiscoffin。Iwonder,iflrefusetohousekeep,whetherI’11get——abetteroffer。IwonderifIcouldmanagehimifIgothim!I’dratherliketositintheBaxterpewattheOrthodoxmeeting—houseafterthewaysomeoftheBaptistsistershavesnubbedmesinceIcomehere。\"

  Notavestigeoftheseincendiarythoughtsshowedinhercomelycountenance,andhersoulmighthavebeenaswhiteasthehigh—bibbedapronthatcoveredit,tojudgebyhergenialsmile。

  \"I’dmakethewagesfair,\"urgedtheDeacon,lookingroundthecleankitchen,withthebreak—fast—tablesittingnearthesunnywindowandtheodorofcornedbeefandcabbageissuingtemptinglyfromaboilingpotonthefire。\"Ihopesheain’tagreatmeat—eater,\"hethought,\"butit’stoosoontocrossthatbridgeyetawhile。\"

  \"I’venodoubtofit,\"saidthewidow,wonderingifhervoicerangtrue;\"butI’vegotapension,andwhyshouldIleavethiscosylittlehome?WouldIbettermyselfany,that’sthequestion?

  I’mkindoflonesomehere,that’stheonlyreasonI’dconsideramove。\"

  \"Noneedo’bein’lonesomedowntotheFalls,\"saidtheDeacon。

  \"AndI’minan’outallday,betweenthebarnan’thestore。\"

  This,indeed,wasnotapleasantprospect,butJaneTillmanhadfacedworseonesinhertime。

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