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Updated: May 21, 2025
James was well aware that to tell that acute individual the least particle of a story was like starting a gimlet in a pine board there was no stop till it had gone through. So he told him in brief that a good berth had been offered to him on the Eastern Star, and he meant to take it to relieve his father of the pressure of his education. "Wal naow you don't say so," was Biah's commentary.
And Biah could give pretty shrewd character pictures also, and whoever wanted to inform himself of the status of any person or thing in Mapleton would have done well to have turned the faucet of Biah's stream of talk, and watched it respectfully as it came, for it was commonly conceded that what Biah Carter didn't know about Mapleton was hardly worth knowing.
In this last gift of quietude of soul to her husband she recognized the answer to her prayers of years. "Well now," said Diana, running to the window, "I should like to know what Biah Carter is coming here about." "Oh, Biah's been very kind to us in this sickness," said Mrs. Pitkin, as Biah's feet resounded on the scraper. "Good evenin', Deacon," said Biah, entering, "Good evenin', Mrs. Pitkin.
The evening light lit up a jaunty spray of golden rod that she had wreathed in her wavy hair, and gave a glow to the rounded outlines of her handsome form. "There's a sparkler for you! And no saint, neither!" was Biah's comment. "That crittur has got more prances and capers in her than any three-year-old filly I knows on. He'll be cunning that ever gets a bridle on her."
And Diana not long after unconsciously fulfilled Biah's predictions.
Wal, wal, I must git along hum Mariar Jane'll be wonderin' where I be. Good night, all on ye!" and Biah's retreating wagon wheels were off in the distance, rattling furiously, for, notwithstanding Maria Jane's wondering, Biah was resolved not to let an hour slip by without declaring the wonderful tidings at the store.
Of late Biah's good offices had been in special requisition, as the deacon had been for nearly a month on a sick bed with one of those interminable attacks of typhus fever which used to prevail in old times, when the doctor did everything he could to make it certain that a man once brought down with sickness never should rise again.
"Why, ye work like thunder!" was Biah's comment. "Yes, my arms are good for something, and I'll use them for something," said Jim. There was raging a tempest in his soul.
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