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"I went to ask after your father, Nelly," he said, "and, hearing that you were away, came on to meet you. I am sorry to find he is no better." "Thank you," said Nelly; "father is very ill, I fear; but God is merciful, and will take care of him and make him well if He thinks fit." Eban made no reply to this remark.
A dark frown was on his brow, his eyes she thought had a wild and fierce expression she had never before seen them wear. Her heart sank within her, and she in vain tried to speak in her usually friendly tone. "Good evening, Eban; what brings you here at this hour?" she said, on seeing him stand gazing at her without uttering a word.
She earnestly wished that the dame would soon come back, that she might tell her what had occurred and consult what was best to be done. Had Nelly known what was passing in the dark mind of Eban Cowan she would indeed have had cause for alarm. Instead of going homewards he proceeded down towards the mouth of the harbour.
I tell you that I love you more than life itself, and ask you, will you marry me?" Nelly would willingly have stopped Eban from talking on, but had hitherto been unable to get in a word. "I have known you, Eban Cowan, since I way a girl, but I have never for one moment encouraged you to suppose that I would become your wife, and I now say positively that I cannot and will not.
"Do you love any one else? because I shall then know how to act," exclaimed Eban. Nelly thought for a moment. "I will tell him; it will be the kindest thing to do, as he will then understand that I can never marry him, and wisely seek another wife." "Yes, Eban Cowan, I do love another," she said, in a low voice. "I love Michael Penguyne, and can be no other man's wife than his.
He wondered as he went along how the path was so much steeper and rougher than it used to be, not aware how greatly his strength had decreased. On reaching the mill he saw old Cowan standing at the door. He inquired for Eban. "Where is he? That's more than I can tell you, lad," he answered. "He went away the other evening and has not since come back.
"Then he lost his life to save mine," said Michael, deeply grieved. "And how was I saved?" "By that brave fellow, Eban Cowan, who jumped overboard, and brought you on board," answered Uncle Reuben. "Where is he, that I may shake him by the hand, and thank him?" inquired Michael; but Eban was not to be found. Michael hoped the next morning to be able to go to the mill and thank Eban.
"Just do you go and turn in, and I will moor the boat and make a new set of `tholes' for you." Again Michael begged that his friend would not trouble himself, adding "If you have brought the shells for Nelly and will leave them with me, I will give them to her when she comes home." Nothing he could say, however, would induce Eban to go away.
Even Mr. Greenough congratulated Banneker, the next morning. In the afternoon mail came a note from Mr. Gaines of The New Era monthly. That perspicuous editor had instantly identified the style of the article with that of the "Eban" series, part of which he had read in typograph. He wrote briefly but warmly of the work: and would the writer not call and see him soon?
"I do not wish to be unfriendly with you, but when you ask me to do what I know to be wrong I cannot look upon you as a friend." "Take your own way, then," exclaimed Eban, angrily. "You may think better of the matter by-and-by: then all you have to do is to come to me and say so." Eban and Michael parted for the time. The former, however, was a constant visitor at Dame Lanreath's cottage.
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