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Yocomb to recline feebly on the lounge, she came to the table where I was breaking the ice, and said, in a low tone: "Something very serious has happened." I could not look at her. I dared not to speak even, for I was oppressed with the dread of a worse tragedy. With her morbid fear of lightning she might almost lose her reason if now, in her weak, unnerved condition, she saw its effect on Mrs.
"I do it, thee knows, to set the children an example. Good-by now; mother will make thee as hearty as I am if thee'll mind her." "Oh, I'm well enough to see everybody to-day," I said with emphasis, and I imagine that Mrs. Yocomb gave as definite a meaning to my indefinite term as I did.
"Richard Morton is thy name, then. I'll place thee beside Ruth Yocomb, my wife. Come, mother, we're keeping Friend Jones's team from the block. My name is Thomas Yocomb. No, no, take the back seat by my wife. She may preach to thee a little going home. Drive on, Reuben," he added, as he and his two daughters stepped quickly in, "and give Friend Jones a chance.
'Tell him, she said, 'to forgive me and forget' Be patient, Richard. Wait. "Thine affectionately, "Ruth Yocomb." "Forget!" I shouted. "Yes, when I am annihilated," and I paced my room for hours. At last, exhausted, I sought such rest as I could obtain, but my last thought was, "God bless Ruth Yocomb. I could kiss the ground she had trodden."
"This is my first entrance into Eden," I said, as we passed through the rustic gate made of cedar branches and between posts green with American ivy. "Like another man, you won't stay here long." "Like Adam, I shall certainly go out when you do." "That will be before very long, since I have promised Mr. Yocomb some music."
Yocomb replied gravely, and her eyes rested on me in a questioning and sympathetic way that I understood better as I thought it over afterward. "Yes," I said, "she made just that impression on me from the first. We met as strangers, and in a few hours, without the slightest effort on her part, she won my absolute trust.
To-morrow is Sunday, Mrs. Yocomb, and I'll be as good as I know how all day, which, after all, is not promising much." "It must be very delightful to you to have secured such good friends," began Mr. Hearn, who perhaps felt that he had stood too long in the background. "I congratulate you. At the same time, Mr. and Mrs.
Yocomb and I speedily created a diversion of thought; I saw, however, that Adah was watching her with a perplexed brow. The hours quickly passed, and in the deepening shadows we returned homeward, Miss Warren singing some sweet old ballads, to which my heart kept time. She seemed both to bring the evening to a close, and sat down at the piano. Adah and I listened, well content.
Yocomb, you are forgetting the chickens altogether. There are some staid and elderly hens that are going to bed in disgust, you have kept them waiting so long." "See how quick they'll change their minds," he said, as he threw down a handful of corn. "Now isn't that just like a hen?" he added, as they hastened back. "And just like a woman also, I'm sure you want to suggest," said Miss Warren.
Yocomb said I would not dare to wish her to do wrong." Mrs. Yocomb did not come down to dinner, and the meal was a quiet one. Mr. Yocomb's eyes glistened with a serene, happy light, but he ate sparingly, and spoke in subdued tones. He reminded me of the quaint old scripture "A man's wisdom maketh his face to shine." Whatever might be said against his philosophy, it produced good cheer and peace.
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