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"Colonel Sprowle, you're a justice of the peace," said Deacon Soper, "and you know what the law says in cases like this. I a'n't so clear that it won't have to come afore the Grand Jury, whether we will or no." "I guess we'll set that j'int to-morrow mornin'," said Colonel Sprowle, which made a laugh at the Deacon's expense, and virtually settled the question.
"Colonel Sprowle, you're a justice of the peace," said Deacon Soper, "and you know what the law says in cases like this. It a'n't so clear that it won't have to come afore the Grand Jury, whether we will or no." "I guess we'll set that j'int to-morrow mornin'," said Colonel Sprowle, which made a laugh at the Deacon's expense, and virtually settled the question.
They would cross each other soon at this rate, and might as well exchange pulpits, as Colonel Sprowle once wished they would, it may be remembered. The Doctor, though a much clearer-headed man, was almost equally puzzled.
"Better late than never!" said the Colonel, "let me heft them spoons." Mrs. Sprowle came down into her chair again as if all her bones had been bewitched out of her. "I'm pretty nigh beat out a'ready," said she, "before any of the folks has come." They sat silent awhile, waiting for the first arrival. How nervous they got! and how their senses were sharpened!
All of them had made it a point to come; and as each of them entered, it seemed to Colonel and Mrs. Sprowle that the lamps burned up with a more cheerful light, and that the fiddles which sounded from the uncarpeted room were all half a tone higher and half a beat quicker. Mr. Bernard came in later than any of them; he had been busy with his new duties.
But Abel untied his hands, in spite of the Deacon's considerate remonstrance. "Now," said the Doctor, "the first thing is to put the joint back." "Stop," said Deacon Soper, "stop a minute. Don't you think it will be safer for the women-folks jest to wait till mornin', afore you put that j'int into the socket?" Colonel Sprowle, who had been called by a special messenger, spoke up at this moment.
I guess she can have her pick of a dozen." "She 's never seen anybody yet," said Mrs. Sprowle, who had had a certain project for some time, but had kept quiet about it. "Let's have a party, and give her a chance to show herself and see some of the young folks."
Sprowle in to supper?" And the Colonel returned the compliment by offering his arm to Mrs. Judge Thornton. The door of the supper-room was now open, and the company, following the lead of the host and hostess, began to stream into it, until it was pretty well filled. There was an awful kind of pause.
Brought by H. Frederic Sprowle, youngest son of the Colonel, the H. of course standing for the paternal Hezekiah, put in to please the father, and reduced to its initial to please the mother, she having a marked preference for Frederic. Boy directed to wait for an answer. "Mr. Langdon has the pleasure of accepting Mr. and Mrs. Colonel Sprowle's polite invitation for Wednesday evening."
"Is this to be a Temperance Celebration, Mrs. Sprowle?" asked Mr. Silas Peckham. Mrs. Sprowle replied, "that there would be lemonade and srub for those that preferred such drinks, but that the Colonel had given folks to understand that he didn't mean to set in judgment on the marriage in Canaan, and that those that didn't like srub and such things would find somethin' that would suit them better."
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