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Updated: June 12, 2025
That was all for the time, Mrs. Everidge believed in homeopathy but it set her hearer thinking, and thought found expression in questioning, until she was led to the feet of the great Teacher and learned to roll her burden of trouble upon him who came to bear the burdens of the world.
'Anyhow, it seems a hard thing to die, I remarked. 'Seems so, he said thoughtfully. 'Jes' like ever'thing else them 'at knows much about it don' have a great deal t' say. Looks t' me like this: I cal'ate a man hes on the everidge ten things his heart is sot on what is the word I want ? 'Treasures? I suggested. 'Thet's it, said he. 'Ev'ry one hes about ten treasures. Some hev more some less.
"When, the first night you came, you asked me if I knew Jesus Christ, I told you he was my life. That explains it all. It is very sweet of you to say the kind things that you have about me but they are not true. In and of herself, Marthe Everidge is nothing. The moment she tries to live her own life she utterly fails.
I just dropped into the first chair an' she put her hands on my two shoulders an' sez she, 'You poor child! an' then she went away an' made me a syllabub." "'Look on the bright side, sez she in her cheery way when I had finished drinkin'." "'Sakes alive, Mis' Everidge, sez I, 'there isn't any bright side!" "'Then polish up the dark one, sez she, ez quick ez a flash.
"Oh, dearest," she murmured, "if you had seen this beautiful life, you would have known that there is no sham in the religion of Jesus!" She waited long, in the hope that Mrs. Everidge would be able to accompany her, then she started for the Eggs cottage. She found the old lady alone. "Where is Penelope, Mrs. Riggs?" "Oh, skykin' round ez usual," was the peevish response.
Everidge, as he replenished his plate with some dainty pickings, "is not the true aim of life. I consider it a high honor that the Professor should consent to devote a month of his valuable time to my edification, for he is getting to be quite a lion in the literary world. You had better have your chamber prepared for his occupancy, Marthe.
The skin of this duck on the contrary presents a degree of resistance to the carver which proves that it has been placed in the oven before it had arrived at that stage of perfection." "Why, Horace," laughed Mrs. Everidge, "I thought this one was just right! You remember you told me the last one we had, had hung five hours too long." "Exactly so.
"But we are to imitate Christ," said Evadne. "'Course, child! But it's dredful comfortin' to have a human life in front of us to show us that is possible. Lots of times when life looks like a long seam an' the sewin' pricks my fingers, a new light falls on this picture, and I sez to myself, 'Penel, says I, 'look at Marthe Everidge. The Lord has made you both out of the same material.
Oh, I am sorry! and catching up her silver-mounted riding whip Pauline threw her habit over her arm, and ran down to where Richard Everidge held the handsome bay mare which had been her uncle's gift. The letter she had tossed lightly on the table. It was from her father, but it would keep. There was never any news at Sleepy Hollow. Aunt Rutha watched the merry party as they cantered off.
Everidge drew her low chair up beside the bed. Evadne caught her hand in hers and kissed it reverently. "I wish I could make you understand how I honor you!" she said. "You must not do it, dear!" said Aunt Marthe quickly. "Honor the King." After a pause she began to speak slowly and her voice was sweet and low.
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