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Updated: June 23, 2025
"She is very different to other people, I know; but she is a good woman whatever." "Yes, yes, yes," said Ebben Owens emphatically; "but why doesn't she like the Sciet?" "Oh! that's what she is saying," answered the girl, "that she doesn't see the use of people standing up to confess half their sins and keeping back the other and the worst half.
If you will let us know when it will be convenient to you, we will fix a time to come to Garthowen. I remain, dear father, "Your affectionate son, Ebben Owens had been gradually growing more excited, and at the last word said with a gasp: "He has forgotten my confession, Morva; I am of no consequence to him!"
It was Ebben Owens, who was standing up, and for a moment looking round at the old familiar faces of his fellow worshippers. It had been a frequent custom of his to relate his religious experiences at the "Sciets," so neither Ann nor her husband were surprised; but Morva detected something unusual in the old man's manner.
"Well, there's nothing will beat cawl, that's certain," said Ebben, the head servant, beginning with long-drawn noisy sups to empty his own bowl. "Finished the turnips to-day?" asked Cardo. "Oh, yes," said Ebben, with a slight tone of reproof in his voice; "the work goes on though you may not be at home, Ser.
"There's the sun going, mother, 'tis seven o'clock, the Sciet is over. Will I go and meet them? Oh! mother, I long to comfort 'n'wncwl Ebben." "No, child, leave him alone to-night; he has better help than thou canst give him. To-night he will feel God's presence as he has never felt it before, and what else will he want, Morva? Come and read our chapter, 'merch i."
He was about to open Ann's work-bag in search of it, when Morva entered panting, and placed the shining box and ball of red wool on the table. "Good, my daughter," said Ebben Owens, pocketing his new-found treasure, and regaining his good temper at once. "I saw it was empty, so I took it with me to Jos Hughes's shop," she said.
'Dost remember, girl, he said, 'it is the Word of God! and there's frightened I was! Poor Gethin! 'twas hard, though, to turn him away, for all they are such wicked words. 'Hallelujah! Amen! Well, indeed! the very words that 'n'wncwl Ebben says so solemn after the sermon in Penmorien!" and she shook her head sorrowfully, "and here they are after this song about the devil.
The Gwenllian sailed about four months ago and would be back about now. Is that what you are expecting?" "Yes," said Sara, "Ebben Owens Garthowen is wearing his heart away longing for his son, and I think if I can see him I have news for him that will bring him to the old home."
"Now, potatoes and onion sauce, salt, cabbages, knife and fork, and now the dear old king is going to eat a good dinner." Ebben Owens laughingly took his knife and fork, and in spite of the previous tears, the meal was a cheerful one, even Tudor stood up with his paws on the table with a joyous bark.
When the bread and cheese had come to an end, Ebben Owens had distributed pennies from a large canvas bag which he had filled for the occasion; and in the afternoon, when the calls were becoming less frequent, he sat under the open chimney with an almost empty bag. Suddenly the doorway was darkened by a portly figure in black.
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