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Edward Chapin was a man of twenty-six, with an old, wasted face, and he was still going to school, studying for the ministry. His sister Annabelle kept house for him; that is to say, she did whatever housework was done.
Bansemer called for the bill and settled it; then slowly rising, ostentatiously waved his adieus to the alcove and deserted the scene for Chapin & Gore's Droom meekly followed him employer. For some time, neither spoke. In their stall, each was busy with his own thoughts and speculations. "I think I've made a mess of it with Mr. Cable," began Banseemer. "She "
What in the deuce is the matter with you, anyhow? Why didn't you let me know?" The girls drew closer, and Speed saw that Miss Blake was pale. "I wouldn't have allowed it for a minute. Now, of course, I'm going to call it off." "Oh, Jack, dear, you simply can't!" exclaimed his sister. "You've no idea the state the boys are in." "They'll never let you, Chapin," supplemented Fresno.
This compliment was well merited, for he is now one of the very few remaining members of the Board who took part in its organization, and has never flagged in his interest in its affairs. H. M. Chapin. In the commercial, political, patriotic, and literary history of Cleveland for the past fifteen or twenty years, the name of H. M. Chapin will always have honorable prominence.
But she finally got through singing, the transformation scene came on, and we went back to our seat in the dress circle, a changed man, and we never looked at a person in the audience after that, but when the performance was over and we came out, and Chapin said, "Hello, old man, guess we got even with you that time," we felt like murdering somebody in cold blood and feathers.
His bristly hair was cut short, and stood aggressively erect upon a bullet head, his clothes were soiled and greasy beneath a gray coating of dust. A pair of alert, lead- blue eyes and a certain facility of movement belied the drawl that marked his nativity. He removed his hat and bowed at sight of Miss Chapin. "Good-evenin', Miss Jean!" said he. "I hope I find y'all well."
Little wonder that the "boy preacher" made good in the pulpit from which his honored Father had passed into, the Silence, and wherein the eloquence of Chapin had charmed a congregation of devoted followers. Two years pass and he is called to Hollis Street Church in Boston, a Unitarian Church of honorable fame but at the time threatened with disaster.
Hitty and Obed, who were of an age, met, compared notes, and then returned to their respective homes. Shortly afterward both of them darted forth again, bound on the same errands as before, only in different directions. Mr. Chapin, the storekeeper, hadn't "set eyes on any molasses for a week.
"Well, she would have learned to detest him in a short time, because she's in love with Jack Chapin; so she came to old Doctor Speed in her troubles, and he promised to fix it all up. Now I guess you four can do the rest of the explaining. Let this be a lesson to all of you. If you ever get in trouble, come to the match-making kid. I'll square it."
Mayor Herman M. Chapin. President of the Council P. W. Pelton. Trustees 1st Ward Thos. Jones, Jr., Charles C. Rogers. 2d Ward H. K. Raynolds, Ansel Roberts. 3d Ward Randall Crawford, Amos Townsend. 4th Ward Simson Thorman, Maurice H. Clark. 5th Ward Joseph Sturges, Wm.
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