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Cynthia promised, provided they did not leave for Coniston earlier, and in that event agreed to write. Whereupon Miss Lucretia kissed her again and hurried off to her meeting. On the way back to the Tremont House Cynthia related excitedly the whole circumstance to Jethro and Ephraim. Ephraim had heard of Miss Lucretia, of course. Who had not? But he did not read the Woman's Hour.
Brampton, with its wide-shadowed green, and terrace-steepled church; home once of the Social Library and Lucretia Penniman, now famous; home now of Isaac Dudley Worthington, whose great mills the stage driver had pointed out to them on Coniston Water as they entered the town. Then came a drive through the cool evening to Coniston, Ephraim showing them landmarks.
Coniston, be it known, at this time is one of the famous wool towns of New England: before the industry went West, with other industries. But Eben Williams's sheep do not wholly belong to him they are mortgaged and Eben's farm is mortgaged. Jethro Bass Eben testifies to us is in the habit of visiting him once a month, perhaps, when he goes to Amos Cuthbert's. Just friendly calls.
"Why," said Jake, scratching his head for the answer, "I'd tell him you was at Coniston." "Think we'll have rain, Jake?" inquired Jethro, blandly. Jake wended his way back to the store, filled with renewed admiration for the great man. And Jake was filled with a mysterious importance when he took his seat once more in the conclave.
"What have you done to her, Jethro? What kind of beauty powder do they use in Coniston?" Mr. Merrill took the seat next to her and continued to talk, scattering his pleasantries equally among the three, patting her arm when her own turn came. She liked Mr. Cynthia was not lacking in a proper appreciation of herself that may have been discovered.
"I promised Uncle Jethro I'd be there for supper," and she led the way out of the grand stand. So they drove back to Coniston through the level evening light, and when they came to Ephraim Prescott's harness shop the old soldier waved at them cheerily from under the big flag which he had hung out in honor of the day. The flag was silk, and incidentally Ephraim's most valued possession.
She did not tell her friends how she spent the night yearning fiercely for Coniston and Uncle Jethro, at times weeping for them, if the truth be told; how she had risen before the dawn to write a letter, and to lay some things in the rawhide trunk. The letter was never sent, and the packing never finished.
There are some thirty other individuals in Coniston whose mortgages Jethro holds, from a horse to a house and farm. It is not likely that they will tell Beacon Hatch, or us; that they are going to town meeting and vote for that fatherless ticket because Jethro Bass wishes them to do so. And Jethro has never said that he wishes them to. If so, where are your witnesses?
What a spectacle for gods and men, guides and butcher boys. And there she stood with the sun going down beyond Coniston Old Man, and a seven-mile walk between her and Fellside. 'Poor Lady Mary! said Hammond, looking at her very kindly: but Mary did not see that friendly glance, which betokened sympathy rather than scorn.
He did not seem a promising customer for expensive jewellery, and the literary clerk did not rise, but merely closed his book with his thumb in it. "S-sell things here," asked the countryman, "s-sell things here?" "Occasionally, when folks have money to buy them." "My name's Jethro Bass," said the countryman, "Jethro Bass from Coniston. Ever hear of Coniston?" Young Mr.
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