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Updated: May 7, 2025
They were walking home from church Sunday morning and had reached the corner below the parsonage. There, screened by the thicket of young silver-leafs, she stopped momentarily and looked into his face. Then she walked on. "Don't you know how much I care?" he repeated. She shook her head. "You think you do now, perhaps," she said, "but you will change your mind." "What do you mean by that?
Outside the spring breeze stirred the budding silver-leafs, the distant breakers grumbled, the crows in the pines near Captain Eben Hammond's tavern cawed ribald answers to the screaming gulls perched along the top of the breakwater.
Hall sent me that ah last June I think it was in June," explained Mr. Bangs, hurriedly. "But you SEE," he added, waving an agitated hand toward the gray-shingled dwelling beneath the silver-leafs, "that CAN'T be the house, not if" with a wave of the photograph in the other hand "if THIS is." Mr. Pulcifer took the postcard and stared at it. His brows drew together in a frown.
Martha smiled. "It blew the roof off the barn here," she said, "and blew down both chimneys on the house and both over at Cap'n Jeth's. So far as that goes we had plenty of company, for there were nineteen chimneys down along the main road in Wellmouth. And trees mercy! how the poor trees suffered! East Wellmouth lost thirty-two big silver-leafs and the only two elms it had.
It was a small, gray-shingled dwelling, sitting back from the road in the shadow of two ancient "silver-leafs," and Mr. Bangs seemed to find its appearance surprising. "Are you are you SURE this is the Hall cottage?" he stammered. "Am I sure? Me? Well, I ought to be. I've lived in East Wellmouth all my life and Josh Hall's lived in this house ever since I can remember."
Above the tree tops glistened the white steeple of the Regular church. If the minister went straight home she could not see him. But under those silver-leafs was the beginning of the short cut across the fields where Didama had seen Mr. Ellery walking on the previous Sunday. So Annabel watched and waited. Five minutes, then ten.
She may be there yet, or she may have come down and gone out again I don't know. If she did come down I didn't see her." Shadrach looked out of the window. It had been a dark, gloomy morning and now it was beginning to rain. The wind was whining through the tops of the silver-leafs and the moan of the breakers on the bar sounded with a clearness which denoted the approach of a northeaster.
The main road was deserted save for one figure, that of her late caller. He was mounting the hill in long strides. She watched him gain the crest and pass over it out of sight. Then she shifted the glass so that it pointed toward the spot beyond the curve of the hill, where the top of a thick group of silver-leafs hid the parsonage.
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