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Ellis, her ample face a combination of smiles and tears, "all sunshine and fair weather down below but rainin' steady up aloft," as Captain Lote described it afterwards. And behind her, like a foothill in the shadow of a mountain, was Laban. And behind Laban No, that is a mistake in front of Laban and beside Laban and in front of and beside everyone else when opportunity presented was Issachar.
But the necessity for the making of those allowances was still there and would continue to be there. At first Albert made almost no mistakes in his bookkeeping, was almost painfully careful. Then the carefulness relaxed, as it was bound to do, and some mistakes occurred. Captain Lote found little fault, but at times he could not help showing some disappointment.
Albert laughed. "Don't worry, Grandfather," he said. "I'm enjoying it all very much. And some of the suggestions may be just what I'm looking for." "Well, son, we'll hope so. Say, Labe, I've got a notion for keepin' the minister from doin' all the talkin. We'll ask Issy Price to drop in; eh?" Laban shook his head. "I don't know, Cap'n Lote," he observed.
I'll look in there by and by." "Ain't goin' to write one or two of those five hundred dollar stories before dinner time, are you?" "I guess not, sir. I'm afraid they won't be written as quickly as all that." Captain Lote shook his head. "Godfreys!" he exclaimed; "it ain't the writin' of 'em I'd worry about so much as the gettin' paid for 'em. You're sure that editor man ain't crazy, you say?"
Then: "Zelotes?" "Yes," impatiently. "What is it?" "It's her boy, after all, isn't it? Our grandson, yours and mine. Don't you think don't you think it's your duty to go, Zelotes?" Captain Lote stamped his foot. "For thunderation sakes, Olive, let up!" he commanded. "You ought to know by this time that there's one thing I hate worse than doin' my duty, that's bein' preached to about it. Let up!
Captain Lote Snow had summed up local opinion of the transaction when he said: "We-ll, Sol Dadgett's been talkin' in prayer-meetin' ever since I can remember about the comin' of Paradise on earth. Judgin' by the price he got for the Inlet Hill sand heap he must have cal'lated Paradise had got here and he was sellin' the golden streets by the runnin' foot."
Captain Lote suddenly leaned forward. "Course I see, Mr. Fosdick," he interrupted. "Course I see. You object, and the objection ain't a mite weaker on account of your not bein' able to say exactly what 'tis." "That's the idea. Thank you, Captain." "You're welcome. I can understand. I know just how you feel, because I've been feelin' the same way myself." "Oh, you have? Good!
Love, for people of his age or a trifle older, was a natural and understandable thing, but for his father, as he remembered him, to have behaved in this way was incomprehensible. "So," said Rachel, in conclusion, "that's how it happened. That's why Cap'n Lote couldn't ever forgive your father." He tossed his head. "Well, he ought to have forgiven him," he declared.
I cal'lated to catch the Old Harry part sure, 'cause Captain Lote is always neat and fussy 'bout his desk. But no, the old man never said a word. I don't believe he knew the ink was spilled at all. What's on his mind, Al; do you know?" Albert did not know, so he asked Laban. Laban shook his head. "Give it up, Al," he whispered.
On the night train, eh?" He hesitated a moment and then asked. "Cap'n Lote fetch you down from the depot?" Albert stared at him open-mouthed. "Why, no!" he retorted. "You drove me down yourself." For the first time a slight shade of embarrassment crossed the bookkeeper's features. He drew a long breath. "Yes," he mused. "Yes, yes, yes.
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