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Thar's places whar the trace is a'most blind, and you mout get out o' it. Thar'll be no moon on it. It runs through a thick timbered bottom, an' thar's an ugly bit o' swamp. As for the lateness, I'm not very reg'lar in my hours; an' thar's a sort o' road up the crik by which I can get home. 'Twan't to bid you good-night, that I stopped here."
"Don't go puttin' words in my mouth that I didn't say. I don't doubt your pa was a nice man, in his way, though I never met him. But 'twan't Cap'n Lote's way any more than Robert Penfold's was General Rolleson's." "My father was famous," declared the youth hotly. "He was one of the most famous singers in this country.
The only thing I've got against her is her bad judgment in pickin' a father. If 'twan't for that I hello! Who Why, I believe " There was a commotion among the guests and heads were turned toward the door. The captain started forward. I started back. She had entered the room and was standing there, looking about her with smiling interest.
"'Pears like," said Vina, "I could hab killed dat man when dey tole me he was my husband; but when he tole me 'twan't no sech ting, an' axed me if I hadn't ebber heern 'bout Fader Abram at camp-meetin', an' dat he wan't no fader till de Lord sent His angel and called him to be one same as He called him to be a fader to me den I listened to him, an' 'gan to b'lieve de Lord reely had sent him.
"They call you Comfort Paine," she said, "and you are a comfort to everybody else's pain. Yet you ain't out of pain a minute scurcely, yourself. I never see anything like it. If 'twan't wicked I'd say that name was give you by the Old Scratch himself, as a sort of divilish joke. But anybody can see that the Old Scratch never had anything in common with you, even a hand in the christenin'."
Ever think about yourself that way, Jed?" It was a moment before Jed answered. Then all he said was, "Yes." "I mean have you done it lately? Just given yourself right up to doin' it?" Jed sighed. "Ye-es," he drawled. "I shouldn't wonder if I had, Sam." "Well, probably 'twan't as disturbin' a job with you as 'twas for me. You didn't have as high a horse to climb down off of.
Scattergood knew better than to interrupt the game, so he stood by until, by a breath-taking triple jump, Old Man Bogle sent his antagonist down to defeat. Then, and only then, did Scattergood speak to the old gentleman who had been the spectator. "Morning Mr. Spackles," he said. "Mornin', Scattergood. See that last jump of Bogle's? I swanny if 'twan't about as clever a move as I see this year."
I I kind of lost run of the time, seems so." "Haven't you had any supper?" "No-o. I didn't seem to care about supper, somehow." "But haven't you eaten anything?" "No. I did make myself a cup of tea, but twan't what you'd call a success. . . . I forgot to put the tea in it. . . . But it don't make any difference; I ain't hungry or thirsty, either."
Den de blacksmif, he 'gun ter poke fun at de Bad Man, en he ax him don't he want a dram, en won't he hitch his cheer up little nigher de fier, en de Bad Man, he beg en he beg, but 'twan't doin' no good, kase de blacksmif 'low dat he gwineter keep 'im dar twel he prommus dat he let 'im off one year mo', en, sho nuff, de Bad Man prommus dat ef de black-smif let 'im up he give 'im a n'er showin'. So den de blacksmif gun de wud, en de Bad Man sa'nter off down de big road, settin' traps en layin' his progance fer ter ketch mo' sinners.
Ye see, I had the nipper to go along with the edgin' tool in front of me, and 'twan't much trouble to get 'em up." He could not keep on for me regularly. The thought of Mr. S 's work waiting to be done fidgeted him. "When I was up there last he was talkin' about fresh gravellin' all his paths.
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