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Man religious and tidy is Essec." Then she prayed that Joseph would die before her fault was found out. Joseph did not know what to do for his joy. "Well-well, there's better I am already," he said. He walked over the land and coveted the land of his neighbors. "Dwell here for ever I shall," he cried to Madlen. "A grand house I'll build almost as grand as the houses of preachers."
"Your help I seek," she said. "Poor is the reward of the Big Preacher's son in this part," Essec announced. "A lot of atheists they are." "Not pleading I have not the rent am I," said Madlen. "How if I prentice Joseph to a shop draper. Has he any odds?" "Proper that you seek," replied Essec. "Seekers we all are. Sit you. No room there is for Joseph now I am selling Penlan."
Valmai lay awake far into the night recalling with tears the kindness and even tenderness of her old uncle. On the following Saturday Essec Powell returned from the funeral, and as he stepped out of the gig at the door, his face wore an unusual expression which Valmai noticed at once.
And so Valmai took her place at once as "captain" of her uncle's house, and, in spite of his gruff ways and his tremendous voice, she felt more at home with him than with Essec Powell, for here her presence was valued, and she felt sure that she had a place in the old man's warm heart.
Madlen took the money to Essec, coming back heavy with grief. "Hoo-hoo," she whined, "the ninety has bought only the land. Selling the houses is Essec." "Wrong there is," said Joseph. "Probe deeply we must." From their puzzlings Madlen said: "What will you do?" "Go and charge swindler Moriah." "Meddle not with him. Strong he is with the Lord." "Teach him will I to pocket my honest wealth."
"'Dying with old decline I am, the brother mouthed. 'Fruitful is the soil. Watch Madlen keeps her fruitful. But I am generous. Eight shall be the rent. Are you not the wife of my flesh?" After she had wiped away her tears, "Be kind," said Madlen, "and wisdom it to Joseph." "The last evening in the seiet I commanded the congregation to give the Big Man's photograph a larger hire," said Essec.
"Didn't you tell me we was to sell the pigs to-day?" he said sulkily, as soon as his master was seated safely on the saddle. Essec Powell, who had for some time been hopping about on one leg, finding it difficult to mount the spirited Malen, now looked thoughtfully at Shoni. "Pigs," he said, "pigs? Oh, of course; yes, Shoni, quite right, you shall take them to market tomorrow."
"Where hast been, Morva?" he said, stretching out his hand and drawing her towards him in the shadow. "Come out of the moonlight, lass. There is Simon 'Sarndu' fishing down there with Essec Jones; they will see thee." "Well, indeed," said the girl, "what is the good of our going on like this? It will be a weariness to thee to be always hiding thy thy " "My love for thee?
"Well, you heave a sigh, and you look as grave and solemn as any of Essec Powell's congregation, and, upon my word, I don't see what you've got to look so glum about. And Valmai Powell following every step you take with her loving and longing thoughts. No, no, Cardo; you have nothing to pull such a long face about. On the contrary, as I have said before, you are a lucky dog."
Powell, have forgotten too much that, while we are going down the stream of life, the young people are going up, and are building their own hopes and interests; and I called to-day to see whether we could not agree you and I to think more of the young people's happiness for the future, and less of our own ease or our own sorrows." "It's very well for you to talk," said Essec Powell.
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