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Updated: June 15, 2025
V. Solomon Lothrop, born February 9, 1761; married Mehitable, daughter of Cornelius White of Taunlon; settled in Easton, and later in Norton, where he died October 19, 1843. She died September 14, 1832, aged 73.
Ben, pausing not in the march which sent Pearl to the top of a bookcase, raised his gaze heavenward "what eyes, Miss Upton! Those beautiful despairing eyes in that dreary, sordid den, cut off from the world!" "Ben, you stop!" whimpered Miss Mehitable, using her handkerchief. "You're breakin' my heart. And to think how you scoffed at me on Sunday!" "Wasting time like a fool!" ejaculated Ben.
"I don't believe it's a zebra," declared Miss Mehitable; "but if it is I shall tell your mother you cannot have it, Ben Barry." "And yet you expect me to sympathize with your umbrella " "Oh, how beautiful!" exclaimed Miss Upton suddenly; for now the tinted, pearly pink cloud of the Barrys' apple-orchard came in view.
Before Miss Mehitable disembarked, and this was a matter of some moments, she turned wistfully to her companion. "Ben, do you think your mother ever gets lonely?" "I've never seen any sign of it. Why? What were you thinking of that I ought to give up the law school and come home and turn market-gardener? I sometimes think I'd like it." Miss Upton continued to study his clean-cut face wistfully.
"Ain't you goin' to walk?" Mrs. Whipp yawned. "Dunno as I am." "I've got to go out again," pursued Miss Mehitable intrepidly, but she felt the dull gaze that at once turned and fixed upon her. "I've got to see Ben Barry about some business that came up in the city yesterday." "I knew you had something on your mind last night," returned Mrs. Whipp, triumphantly. "I notice you wouldn't tell me."
"Why, you poor child," said Miss Mehitable. For the girl caught her lower lip under her teeth and for a minute it seemed that she was not going to be able to weather the crisis of her emotion: but her self-control was equal to the emergency and she bit down the battling sob. Miss Mehitable saw the struggle and refrained from speaking for a few minutes.
She ransacked her memory for a forgotten catastrophe, a quarter of a century back. Impenetrably, a wall was reared between them. "I I'm afraid I don't remember," stammered Miss Evelina, in a low voice, hoping that the intruder would go. "I used to be Mehitable Smith, and that's what I am still, having been spared marriage.
Arrived at her station she left the car, encumbered by her bulging bag and the umbrella which had performed a nobler deed to-day than keeping off the rain. "I don't know, though," soliloquized Miss Mehitable. "If I hadn't had my umbrella I couldn't have stopped him and he'd have sat with her and I shouldn't be havin' a span-tod now."
Her thought was taken from herself for the first time in all the five-and-twenty years. She contemplated anew the willing service of Miss Mehitable, who asked nothing of her except the privilege of leaving daily sustenance at her barred and forbidding door. "Truly," said Miss Evelina to herself, "it is a strange world." The personality of the Piper affected her in a way she could not analyse.
She had endured too many extremes of emotion in one day. Miss Mehitable extended her arms to her with a yearning smile. Geraldine glided to her and quietly fainted away on that kindly breast. "Poor lamb, poor lamb," murmured Miss Mehitable, and Ben, frowning, exclaimed: "Here, let me take her!"
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