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"Do sit down a moment and tell me things," she urged, "while those boys go back there to have it out!" Thus encouraged, Mrs. Covil dropped into a chair, seeming not loath to tell those things she had, while Nancy leaned back and listened duteously for a perfunctory ten minutes. Her thoughts ran ahead to Allan and to Bernal as children will run little journeys ahead of a slow-moving elder.
The eyes of Nancy, glad with a knowing gladness, were quick for Allan's face, resting fondly there during the seconds in which he was changing from the dead astonishment to live recognition at sight of Bernal. During the shouts, the graspings, pokings, nudgings, the pumping of each other's arms that followed, Nancy turned to greet Mrs. Covil, who had paused before her.
She tole me so, fo' she died, an' Miss Dory never tole a lie. She said to find Elder Covil, who knew, but he's done gone off Norf, or somewhar. "I felt sure it was all right when I saw the girl's face. It must have been beautiful in life, and no taint of guilt had ever marred its innocence.
I have one piece of news, however, for which I am sorry. Elder Covil died in Virginia soon after the war, and nothing can be learned from him." Jack was greatly disappointed. His hope had been to find Elder Covil, if living, or some trace of him, and that was swept away; but he would not tell Eloise.
As they entered the little reception-room from the hall, the doors of the next room were pushed apart and they saw Allan bowing out Mrs. Talwin Covil, a meek, suppressed, neutral-tinted woman, the inevitable feminine corollary of such a man as Cyrus Browett, whose only sister she was.
Miss Dory said so, an' Elder Covil knows, only he's done gone Norf or somewhar. It's all right, an' you'll know 'tis the minit you see Miss Dory's face innocent as a baby's. Good day to you." He doffed his hat with a kind of grace one would hardly have expected, and walked rapidly away, leaving the Rev. Mr.
Either he is most reasonable, or I have never known my true power over men." Her face was inscrutable. Indeed, she only half heard. "Mrs. Covil has been telling me some of your broader views on divorce." The words shot from her lips with the crispness of an arrow, going straight to the bull's-eye. He glanced quickly at her, the hint of a frown drawing about his eyes. "Mrs.
I seen her laid out decent in her best gownd that's Miss Dory an' sent to Palatka for a coffin a good one, too an' have been across the lake for Elder Covil to 'tend the burial, 'case she done said, 'Send for him; he knows. But he ain't thar, an' I'se come for you. It'll be day after to-morrer at one o'clock." Mr.
He is your grandmother's cousin, and was present at the double wedding, when Eudora Harris was married by Elder Covil to James Crompton, 'a mighty proud-lookin' chap, he said, 'who deserted her in less than a month. I remember him well.
Mason wondered if he, too, had gone quar, like the Harrises. "It's the marriage certificate," he said, sobering down at last, and reading aloud that at the Hardy Plantation, Fulton County, Georgia, on December , 18 , the Rev. John Covil united in marriage James Crompton, of Troutburg, Massachusetts, and Miss Eudora Harris, of Volucia County, Florida.
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