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There was many a worse man than McElwin, but it is doubtful whether a ranker coward had ever been born to see the light of day, or to shy at an odd shape in the dark. He felt an easy-breathing sense of relief when he reached the main street, and in the light of the tavern lamp, hung out in front, he was bold; his head went up and his heels fell with measured firmness upon the bricks.
"We are waiting for you, although we didn't expect you. We didn't know but you'd gone up to McElwin's to dinner. Sit down." Annie laughed, but the old woman looked distressed. "Jasper, you know you didn't think any such a thing. And if you did, how could you? Mr. Lyman doesn't intrude himself where he's not invited. And you know that McElwin is so particular." Lyman frowned. It was clear that Mrs.
"Can't you find it? On the editorial page." "Yes, I have found it. But it is not written by the pen of local pride." "It is in the state paper." "Yes, but if you had read to the bottom you would have seen that it was from a New York paper." "Ah, well, it doesn't interest me, no matter what paper it is from." "What is it?" Mrs. McElwin asked, turning from the window. "Something more about Mr.
McElwin arose after a night of cat-naps. He was up long before breakfast. He stood at the gate, looking up and down the road; and when a peddler came along the banker hailed him and asked if there were any news in the town. The fellow held up a chicken. McElwin shook his head and repeated the inquiry.
Of late an old minister, who for nearly half a century had worn a tinkling bell in the midst of a devoted flock, had called frequently to talk to her, and in her smile the old man saw the spirit of religion, though not of one creed, but the heart's religion of the past, of the present, of Eternity. Mrs. McElwin went up to Eva's room, leaving her husband to continue his troubled walk.
Lyman," said Eva, sitting with her hands full of leaves and wild-flowers, and glancing down at them, "we were very sorry to hear that the White Caps had called on you." "I wasn't expecting them," Lyman replied, "but I made them feel at home." Mrs. McElwin looked at him with a cool smile. "Yes," she said, "for home probably means a fight with most of them.
I beg your pardon," he added, speaking to Miss McElwin, "for not appearing in a more appropriate garb, but as there seems to be some hurry in the matter, I haven't the time nor the clothes to meet a more fashionable demand. I am at your service." He offered his arm and the girl took it with a laugh, but with more of scorn than of good humor. "Take your places here," Miss Annie said.
"We have always heard it declared," said one, "that marriage is a plunge in the dark, but a preacher over at Old Ebenezer proves that it is all a joke." And this from another one: "'What do you think of young Parson Bostic? was asked of Banker McElwin. 'I didn't think he was loaded, the financier replied."
"I believe you told me once that I ought to go away, or sent some word of that sort, I don't remember which, and I am now ready to take your advice." The banker sighed, and they walked along in silence until they came to the gate of Eva's home. "Walk in," said McElwin. They stepped upon the veranda and Lyman saw Eva sitting in the parlor.
"That's a fact; it did rain last night." "Mr. Lyman, I heard something this morning that has grieved me very much." "Oh, about the White Caps. Sit down, won't you?" McElwin sat down. "Yes, the White Caps." He was silent for a moment and then he continued: "The intercourse between you and me has been far from friendly.
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