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Updated: June 14, 2025
Lately Conscience had had the picture restored and now the renovated forebear, almost jaunty in his refurbishing, looked down on his descendant and the descendant's pride was quickened. To-night, however, the eyes of the portrait seemed full of grim accusation. In their cold depths Eben could fancy the question sternly put, "Where are your sons?
How can you, if you really believe all I have told you of the reasons which led me to it?" "My Hetty," said Dr. Eben, "I don't taunt you with it. I do believe all you have told me. I do know that you did it for love of me, monstrous though it sounds to say so.
Very few words had passed between father and son during the day, and to all outward appearance they seemed like complete strangers. But the captain's mind had been busy upon more than his boat. He felt it was his duty to speak to Eben and find out if he did really throw the stone which hit the girl. Several times he was on the point of mentioning the subject, but always hesitated.
"There is always plenty to do, everywhere," said Hetty, reflectively: "we should not have to be idle." Dr. Eben looked at her with mingled admiration and anger. "Hetty!" he exclaimed, "I wish you'd leave off 'doing, for a while. All our misery came of that. At any rate, don't ever try to 'do' any thing for me again as long as you live!
Eben Tollman was neither the ogre he had formerly seemed nor yet the utterly careless husband that his present conduct appeared to indicate. He had simply recognized in the days of Stuart's ascendancy something akin to disdain in the Virginian's attitude toward him.
Stuart smiled to himself, but his prompting question came in the tone of commonplace. "Just what does that mean to you, Doctor too much the New Englander?" Ebbett laughed. "I use the word only as a term as descriptive of an intolerance which exists everywhere, north and south, east and west but in Eben it was exaggerated.
If the man had not been a Regular minister, or if he had been a minister in any other town than narrow, gossiping, squabbling Trumet, where families were divided on "religious" grounds, neighbors did not speak because their creeds were different, and even after death were buried in cemeteries three miles apart; if the girl had been other than the ward of bigoted old Eben Hammond then, though they were poor as poverty itself, Keziah would have joined their hands and rejoiced.
But after all that was no business of his. Eben found it more in his way to watch Whitefoot. He had attempted, in the farm kitchen of Glenanmays, to make friends with the collie, but a swift upward curl of the lip and baring of the teeth, accompanied by a deep, snorting growl, warned him that Whitefoot would have none of him.
"He hit me, and kicked me out of the house." "Who did?" Eben straightened himself up, while his hands clenched hard. "Who hit ye?" "Gabe, of course. But don't go in; he might kill you. He's in a terrible rage." With a bound Eben was through the door and into the house. The room was a sight to behold.
Squire Eben Merritt stared at him wonderingly; then he cast an uneasy glance at his fishing-pole, for he had come to the door with his tackle in his hands, and he gave a wistful thought to the brooks running through the young shadows of the spring woods, and the greening fields, and the still trout-pools he had meant to invade with no delay, and from which this childish visitor, bound probably upon some foolish errand, would keep him.
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