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She was wont to entertain Ephraim on the days when his hands failed him, when he sat sunning himself before his door; and she knew that he was honest. "Who's b'en talkin' to you, Cynthia?" he cried. "Why, Jethro's the biggest man I know, and the best. I don't like to think where some of us would have b'en if he hadn't given us a lift."
The sorrows of three years were suddenly lifted from his shoulders, and for an instant Ephraim wanted to dance until he remembered the rheumatism and the Wilderness leg. Suddenly a thought struck him, and he hobbled to the door and called out after Jethro's retreating figure. Jethro returned. "Well?" he said, "well?" "What's the pay?" said Ephraim, in a whisper.
Jethro saw this thing coming about a year ago, and he took the precaution to have Chauncey Weed and the rest of the Committee in his pocket and of course Heth Sutton's always been there." William Wetherell thought of that imposing and manly personage, the Honorable Heth Sutton, being in Jethro's pocket, and marvelled. Mr.
He did not know what to make of it, and told his colleagues so; and at first they feared one of two things, treachery or lunacy. But a little later a rumor reached Mr. Balch's ears that Jethro's hatred of Isaac D. Worthington was at the bottom of his reappearance in public life, although Jethro himself never mentioned Mr. Worthington's name.
Her natural impulse the primeval one of a creature which is hurt had been to hide herself; to fly to her own room, and perhaps by nightfall the courage would come to her to ask him the terrible questions. He was a friend of Jethro's. An illuminating flash revealed to her the meaning of that friendship if the accusations were true.
"I am well again, Jethro," replied the storekeeper, pressing Jethro's hand for the first time in months. "S-soon be, Will," said Jethro, "s-soon be." Wetherell, who was not speaking of the welfare of the body, did not answer. "Jethro," he said presently, "there is a little box lying in the top of my trunk over there in the corner. Will you get it for me."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Jethro, one of the things I can't endure is being puzzled. If you don't mean to report us, why did you come in and catch me with the light?" Miss Jethro's explanation was far from relieving the perplexity which her conduct had caused. "I have been mean enough," she answered, "to listen at the door, and I heard you talking of your father. I want to hear more about him.
Meanwhile, the lives of all his followers depended on such knowledge. And Moses, when he reached Sinai, left no stone unturned to overcome Jethro's reluctance to join him and to instruct him on the march north. More important and pressing than all, Moses was ignorant of how, practically, to administer the law which he taught.
On his study table, at which he worked, he had placed, as it were a photograph of Odette, a reproduction of Jethro's Daughter.
If it has not been shown that Cynthia was endowed with a fair amount of sense, many of these pages have been written in vain. She sat down for a while in the park and thought of the many things she had to be thankful for not the least of which was Jethro's kindness. And she remembered that she was to see "Uncle Tom's Cabin" that evening. Such are the joys and sorrows of fifteen! Mr.
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