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Oh, I know that the legislature made some sort of blunder and that Henry Bostic had been ordained, but I cannot realize that I am sitting here talking to my daughter's legal husband. Still we can get accustomed to anything in time, I suppose." "I can hardly realize that I am a married man," Lyman replied. Mrs.
"My mission in coming might have been discharged in a moment," he said; "but seeing that your husband was worried I did not like to bring it up in his presence. Young Henry Bostic is soon to preach over at Mt. Zion.
"No, I won't rob you." "Rob me? Your work tonight would make a stone slab a soft place for me to rest." "And my mind might turn a bed, formed of the breast feathers of a goose, into a stone slab. Good night." The hour was late, but a light was burning in old Jasper's house. As Lyman stepped upon the veranda Henry Bostic came out of the sitting room. "Ah, Mr. Lyman, but you are dripping wet."
"It may not interest you, but it has been put to Eva and me as a matter of duty, that we ought to go out to Mt. Zion to hear Henry Bostic preach." McElwin grunted: "Menifee may put it as a matter of duty, but I don't. Fortunately I have other duties that are of much more importance. I will not go." "He didn't seem to expect that you would," she replied. "I hope not.
I have heard that in town the women and the men sit together in church, but they don't out here, and if I did I'd never hear the last of it." "All right, I don't want to mark you in any way, but I want you to wait for me when you come out." Bostic came in. His face was grave, and he carried the timid air of a first appearance as he walked slowly down the aisle.
"We have always heard it declared," said one, "that marriage is a plunge in the dark, but a preacher over at Old Ebenezer proves that it is all a joke." And this from another one: "'What do you think of young Parson Bostic? was asked of Banker McElwin. 'I didn't think he was loaded, the financier replied."
But they are madder at Henry Bostic than at anyone else. And really, he's the only one that's guilty. But I don't blame him much. The McElwins have always made fun of him." "What are you going to do, Lyman?" the old man asked. "Nothing. I am satisfied." "Don't say that, Mr. Lyman," the old woman pleaded. "Don't distress a proud family."
And then she cried: "Oh, where is Henry Bostic? We'll have him perform the ceremony. He'll make it so deliriously solemn." She ran away and soon returned, with a young man serious enough to have divided the pulpit with any circuit rider in the country. The ceremony was performed, and then began the congratulations. "Oh, please quit," Miss McElwin pleaded. "I'm tired of it.
"But not maliciously or even mischievously glad, I hope," said the preacher. "No, I am glad for other reasons, but I cannot explain them." The rain rumbled upon the umbrella and the preacher was silent for a moment. "Mr. McElwin said that if I could induce you to sign the petition he would forgive me. And I told him I would. Will you sign it?" "I cannot, Mr. Bostic." "May I ask why?"
I don't know what Eva thinks of you, or what you think of her, but I believe that the old man would be willing to recognize the law as young Bostic administered it. But we won't talk about that, and I ought not to have mentioned it. Is Mr. Warren out there? I want to see him a moment." He shook hands with Lyman and they parted friends.
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