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"For my sake sign, sir," urged Madam Dwight. "Oh, sign, papa. They will kill you," cried Eliza. "Methinks, it is but proper prudence, to seem to yield for the time being," said Goodrich. "'Tis no more than the justices at Northampton have done," added Barker. "I need not remind your honor that a pledge given under duress, is not binding," said Whiting.
Phil Goodrich looked positively belligerent, and as he took his stand on the other side of Hodder his father-in-law smiled at him grimly. Mr. Goodrich took hold of the rector's arm. "I missed one or two meetings last spring, Mr. Hodder," he said, "but I'm going to be on hand after this. My father, I believe, never missed a vestry meeting in his life.
"I ain't scairt o' no man, and ye know it's well's ye wanter know. I'd go in a jiffey, only bein a young man, I don' like tew put myself forrard tew speak for them as is older." "Why don' ye go yerself, Peleg, if ye be so dretful brave!" inquired Israel Goodrich. "That's so, Peleg, why don' ye go?" "I ain't no talker," said Peleg. "Ther's Ezry, he'd orter go, he's sech a good talker."
Goodrich, followed by his son, hurried from the dining-room and ran upstairs. The door of Amy's apartment was open, and just inside prone upon the floor, lay Mrs. Goodrich, holding in her hand a piece of paper. Adam, with the help of his son, lifted his wife and laid her upon the bed, which they noticed had not been occupied.
"If Goodrich comes, James," I went on, "don't see him till I've seen you." A pause, then in a strained voice: "But I've given him an appointment at nine to-morrow." "Put him off till noon. I'll be there at eleven. It's imperative." That last word with an accent I did not like to use, but knew how to use and when. Another pause, then: "Very well, Harvey. But we must be careful about him.
About nine o'clock, when the first wild fury of the gale had passed, a man, muffled in a heavy coat and with a soft hat pulled low over his face, made his way along the deserted streets. In front of the Goodrich hardware and implement store, he stopped and looked carefully about as though in fear of some observer. Then taking a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and entered.
He had presented these as specimens of the "Provincial Tales," for which he desired a publisher. Goodrich acknowledges these, January 19, 1830, from Hartford, Connecticut, where he lived, and promises in the note to endeavor to find a publisher for the book when he returns to Boston in April.
It was he who had cut her cables, quelled, for a time at least, her mutineers; and sought to hearten those of her little crew who wavered, who shrank back appalled as they realized something of the immensity of the conflict in which her destiny was to be wrought out. To carry on the figure, Philip Goodrich might have been deemed her first officer.
It is true that Goodrich did not succeed in exploiting his author; but he paid him the market price and gave him his chance, and after all those days were not for Goodrich what our days have since become for men of his calibre. Advertisement was not then the tenth Muse. If the papers were "cool," as Hawthorne thought, there was a word of comfort here and there in the periodicals.
And there were the expenses of the parish house, an alarming sum now Eldon Parr had withdrawn: the salaries of the assistants. Hodder, who had saved a certain sum in past years, would take nothing for the present . . . . Asa Waring and Phil Goodrich borrowed on their own responsibility . . .
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