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Zelotes put her in the tub of warm water, and held her down, though Amabel's face, emerging from it, had the expression of a wild thing. "There, you keep still!" said she, and her voice was tender enough, though the decision of it could have moved an army.
Laban had been such a brick in all their relationships. It must have been a sore trial to his particular, business-like soul, those errors in the trial balance. Yet he had not found fault nor complained. Captain Zelotes himself had said that every item concerning his grandson's mistakes and blunders had been dragged from Mr. Keeler much against the latter's will.
"Grandfather, you and I have had a four years' agreement to work together in this office. It isn't up yet, but but I want to break it. I want you to let me off." "Humph! . . . Let you off, eh? . . . What for?" "That's what I came here to tell you. Grandfather, I can't stay here now. I want to enlist." Captain Zelotes did not answer. His hand moved upward and pulled at his beard.
Ellen looked at him, trembling, and very white under her knot of roses. Andrew held out a paper and tried to speak, but he could not. "For God's sake, what is it?" gasped Fanny. Then Mrs. Zelotes spoke. "That old mining-stock has come up," said she, in a harsh voice. "He'd never ought to have bought it.
Just think what it would have meant to have our Albert marry a girl like Madeline Fosdick." The captain put his arm about her and gently patted her shoulder. "There, there, Mother," he said, gently, "don't let that part of it fret you." "But, Zelotes," tearfully, "I don't understand. It would have been such a great thing for Albert." "Would it? Well, maybe.
Don't " "But he's alive, I tell you! He ain't dead! He ain't never been dead! Oh, my crimus! . . . Hey, Cap'n Lote! Captain Zelotes was standing in the doorway of the private office. The noise had aroused him from his letter writing. "Who's alive? What's the matter with you this time, Is?" he demanded. "Shut up, Issy," ordered Laban, seizing the frantic Mr. Price by the collar. "Be still!
She moved slowly, she sighed heavily, and the bandage upon her forehead loomed large and portentous. When spoken to she seldom replied before the third attempt. Captain Zelotes lost patience. "Have another egg?" he roared, brandishing the spoon containing it at arm's length and almost under her nose. "Egg! Egg! EGG! If you can't hear it, smell it. Only answer, for heaven sakes!"
I believe I'm pretty nigh the last man in this county to drive a horse, as 'tis. Makes me feel like what Sol Dadgett calls a cracked teapot a 'genuine antique. One of these city women will be collectin' me some of these days. Better look out, mother." Olive sighed happily. "It does me good to hear you joke again, Zelotes," she said. "He didn't joke much, Albert, while when we thought you you "
Is that that impudent young clerk of yours to go unpunished?" "Why, yes, I guess likely he is." "Then I shall NEVER buy another dollar's worth of your house again, sir." Captain Zelotes bowed. "I'm sorry to lose your trade, Mr. Calvin," he said. "Good mornin'." Albert, at his desk in the outer office, was waiting rebelliously to be called before his grandfather and upbraided.
Fanny lamented that the shop had closed at that time of year, for she had planned a Christmas tree of unprecedented splendor for Ellen, but Mrs. Zelotes was to be depended upon as usual, and Andrew told his wife to make no difference. "That little thing ain't goin' to be cheated nohow," he said one night after Ellen had gone to bed and his visiting companions of the cutting-room had happened in.
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