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"It was a well-meant letter, Ptolemy," I said, "and I know that your motive was unselfish, but it is very poor policy to meddle in other people's affairs. Meddlers are mischief makers in spite of their good intentions. I am very glad it did not fall into Uncle Issachar's hands." Ptolemy looked sufficiently squelched. "By the way, Silvia," I said. "I wrote Mr.
"Lock up your powder hereafter and fill an empty bottle with powdered alum or something worse and leave it around handy." "Lucien!" exclaimed my wife, who could not seem to recover from this latest annoyance, "I don't see how you can be so fond of children. I did hope for your sake and on account of Uncle Issachar's offer that I'd like to have one but I'd rather go to the poorhouse!
He was four removals from pure African blood, and as his mother had been a freed girl, he was a citizen, or might be if he pleased. The certain heir of Issachar's possessions, the only thing except gold that Issachar loved, and of a parentage which linked misfortune with piety, his mysterious nativity gave him with the negroes a sacred character.
The latter loitered idly up and down the office and hardware shop, watching Issachar wait on customers or rush shouting into the yard to attend to the wants of others there. Plainly this was Issachar's busy day. "Crimus!" he exclaimed, returning from one such excursion and mopping his forehead. "This doin' two men's work ain't no fun.
The finest of the lean, tough ponies, bred only on Chincoteague, and renowned throughout the peninsula for their endurance, was bought for the boy, as he grew older. He was made Issachar's companion, and, in course of time, passed in fireside talk for a Jew, like his protector.
"It is most fortunate," she said, "that I sent it in one of your office envelopes." As usual, she had found the bright spot she always looked for and generally discovered. "I wouldn't care," she said, "to have Uncle Issachar's private secretary or the dead-letter office know all our private affairs, but I shall feel like an impostor until Uncle Issachar is undeceived."
Then fire raged about you, and in the fire I beheld many things which I have forgotten, and moving through it was the Prince of Death, who slew and slew and spared not. So I awoke heavy at heart, knowing that there had fallen on me who love you a shadow of doom to come." In these latter days any educated man would set aside Issachar's wild vision as the vapourings of a mind distraught.
And Issachar's expression and bearings were wonderful to see. A stranger, and there were several strangers amid the group at the station, might have gained the impression that Mr. Price, with of course a very little help from the Almighty, was responsible for everything. "Why, Issy!" exclaimed Albert, when they shook hands. "You're here, too, eh?" Mr.
"Is," he said, slowly, "it is a mighty good thing for the Seven Wise Men of Greece that they ain't alive now." It was Issachar's turn to stare. "Eh?" he queried. "The Seven Wise Men of Which? Good thing for 'em they ain't alive? What kind of talk's that? Why is it a good thing?" Laban spoke over his shoulder.
"I say," he said, in a low tone and one as casual as he could assume, "I am going to run out for a few minutes. I'll be right back." Issachar's response was as usual anything but low. "Eh?" he shouted. "Goin' out? Where you goin'?" "Oh, I'm just going out er on an errand." "What kind of an errand? I was cal'latin' to run out myself for a little spell. Can't I do your errand for you?"
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