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"D-done it if I hadn't b'en here, wouldn't you?" "Yes, and more too," said Mr. Batch. "W-wouldn't make much difference to you if I wasn't here would it?" "Great Scott, Jethro, what do you mean?" cried the railroad president, in genuine alarm; "you're not going to pull out, are you?" "W-wouldn't make much odds if I did would it, Ed?" "The devil it wouldn't!" exclaimed Mr. Balch.
This was a poser, and for a moment he stared at Jethro, blankly, until he decided how to take it. Then he crossed his legs and blew smoke toward the ceiling. "It is certainly fairer to everybody to take the broadest view of a situation," he remarked; "I am trying to regard this from the aspect of a citizen, and I am quite sure that it will appeal to you in the same light.
"I can't imagine what you've done, my dear," she said pleasantly, "but I believe that you are capable of taking care of yourself, and I like you." Thus it will be seen that Mrs. Duncan was an independent person. Sometimes heiresses are apt to be. "And I like you, too," said Janet, taking both of Cynthia's hands, "and I hope to see you very, very often." Jethro looked after them.
I am not trying to keep the lovers apart for any mere purposes of fiction, this is a true chronicle, and they stayed apart most of that winter. Jethro went about his daily tasks, which were now become manifold, and he wore the locket on its little chain himself. He did not think that Cynthia loved him yet, but he had the effrontery to believe that she might, some day; and he was content to wait.
The room was as bare now as it had been then, and Ephraim, poking his stick through a hole in the carpet, ventured the assertion that even that had not been changed. Jethro, staring out over the chimney tops, passed his hand across his eyes. Cynthia Ware had come to this! "I found him right here in that bed," Ephraim was saying, and he poked the bottom boards, too. "The same bed.
"Yes, that might have been the case," Jethro agreed. "At any rate, child, you acted bravely and well. We were hoping all along that you were with Mysa, for we knew what a comfort you would be to her. Only, as the women all declared you did not pass out after her, we did not see how that could be.
After some discussion it was agreed that they should ascend the hills and remain there during the day, and that Jethro should return to the town as soon as it became dark to obtain a store of provisions sufficient to last them for a week.
"Moses," said the girl, when they came in sight of the elms that, shaded the gable of the parsonage, "what do you think of Jethro Bass?" "Jethro Bass!" exclaimed honest Moses, "whatever put him into your head, Cynthy?" Had she mentioned perhaps, any other young man in Coniston, Moses would have been eaten with jealousy. "Oh, Jock was joking about him. What do you think of him?"
"Oh," answered the girl, "everybody says so, Moses Hatch, Rias, and Cousin Eph. Didn't you?" Jethro looked at her, as she thought, strangely. "You're too young to know anything about such things, Cynthy," he said, "too young." "But you make all the judges and senators and congressmen in the state, I know you do. Why," exclaimed Cynthia, indignantly, "why does Mr.
Presently Jethro lifted his chin, and dropped it again; there was a sound of wheels without, and, after an interval, a knock at the door. William Wetherell dropped his pen with a start of surprise, as it was late for a visitor in Coniston. He glanced at Jethro, who did not move, and then he went to the door and shot back the great forged bolt of it, and stared out.
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