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Still he struck out, and, oddly enough, found himself calling to his comrade to hold tight. When Sim Udy and Elias Sweetland dashed in from the shore and swam to the rescue, they found the pair clinging to the line, and at a standstill. And when the four were helped through the breakers to firm earth, Zeb tottered two steps forward and dropped in a swoon, burying his face in the sand.
"'May so well go home to breakfast," said Elias Sweetland, grimly, as he took in what the uncertain light could show. "Here, Young Zeb, look through my glass," sang out Farmer Tresidder, handing the telescope.
He was a simple youth, and took life in earnest, being very slow to catch fire, but burning consumedly when once ignited. Also he was sincere as the day, and had been treacherously used. From time to time his father, Uncle Issy, and Elias Sweetland sat around him and administered comfort after the manner of Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar. "Your cheeks be pale, my son lily-white, upon my soul.
But 'tis given to flutes to make a noticeable sound, whether tunable or false." "Terrible shy he looks, poor chap!" The three men turned and contemplated Young Zeb Minards, who sat on their left and fidgeted, crossing and uncrossing his legs. "How be feelin', my son?" "Very whitely, father; very whitely, an' yet very redly." Elias Sweetland, moved by sympathy, handed across a peppermint drop.
"An' I for another," said Elias Sweetland. "An' I, An' I," echoed several voices. "Stiddy there, stiddy, my hearts of oak," began Old Zeb, reflectively. "A still tongue makes a wise head, and 'twill be time enough to talk o' shal-lals when the weddin'-day's fixed. Now I've a better notion. It will not be gain-said by any of 'ee that I've the power of logic in a high degree hey?" "Trew, O king!"
"Iss, to-morrow, at eleven i' the forenoon. Jim Lewarne brought me word." "Terrible times they be for Jim, I reckon," said Elias Sweetland. "All yestiddy he was goin' back'ards an' forrards like a lost dog in a fair, movin' his chattels.
The postmaster, who also kept a general variety store, chanced to be alone. "Good-evening, Mr. Jennings," he said, pleasantly. "What can I do for you?" "I want a little information, Mr. Sweetland, though it is doubtful if you can give it." Mr. Sweetland assumed the attitude of attention.
Bixbee drew up a chair, and seating herself, said: "Wa'al, I don't know when I've seen ye to git a chance to speak to ye, an' I was real pleased when David said you was goin' to be here to dinner. An' my! how well, you're lookin' more like Cynthy Sweetland than I've seen ye fer I don't know when; an' yet," she added, looking curiously at her guest, "you 'pear somehow as if you'd ben cryin'."
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