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"Certainly, Isaiah," said Mary. "Come in!" Isaiah entered. "'Twan't nothin' special," he said. "I was just goin' to tell you that Debby T. cal'lates Zoeth is a little mite easier tonight. She just said so and I thought you'd like to know." By "Debby T." Isaiah meant Mrs. Atkins. Mary understood. "Thank you, Isaiah," she said. "I am ever so glad to hear it. Thank you for telling me."
There's nobody to write it. He ain't got any relations nigher than third cousin, Zoeth ain't. Anyhow, we mustn't stop to guess riddles now. I'll hunt up the letter by and by, if there was one and I happen to think of it. Now I've got to hunt up a nurse." The nurse was found, a Mrs. Deborah Atkins, of Ostable, and she arrived that night, bag and baggage, and took charge of the patient.
The partners had not told him of their troubles, but telling was not necessary. He had seen and heard enough. "They are right on the ragged edge of goin' on the rocks," vowed Isaiah. "Zoeth, he's that thin and peaked 'twould make a sick pullet look fleshy alongside of him. And Cap'n Shad goes around with his hands rammed down in his beckets " "In his what?"
I'm through absolutely and completely through trying to help that girl!" Keith did not say, "I told you so"; in fact, he said little or nothing more at the time. But a day or two afterwards he called at the store. Zoeth and Captain Shadrach were alone there, their niece having gone down to the house, a fact of which the caller was aware. The partners liked John Keith.
I think I'd ought to have some, don't you?" The partners, looking rather foolish, said nothing for a moment. Then Zoeth muttered that he didn't know but she had. "Yes," said Mary-'Gusta, "I I think so. You see I'm I mean I was a stepchild 'long as father was here. Now he's dead and I ain't even that. And I ain't anybody's cousin nor nephew nor niece. I just ain't anything.
'Most everybody thinks Marcellus left his stepdaughter a consider'ble sight of money, don't they?" "Why, yes; I suppose they do." "All right, let 'em think so. 'Twill give 'em somethin' to talk about. They'll be guessin' how rich the child is instead of markin' off in the almanac the days afore Zoeth and me head for the poorhouse." "Humph! I see.
"Why don't you sit down, Captain?" asked the Judge, noticing that, although Zoeth had seated himself in the rocker which his host had indicated, Shadrach was still standing. Captain Shadrach laid a hand on the back of the armchair and regarded the lawyer with a very grave face, but with a twinkle in his eye.
He would forget and be happy by and by, and would never know his father's shameful story. And poor Uncle Zoeth would never know, either. As for her well, she must work, work harder than ever. Thank God there were six working days in the week! She did not answer that letter. After much deliberation she fought down the temptation and decided not to do so. What was the use?
Common language may do for keepin' store, but it don't get a vessel nowheres; the salt sort of takes the tang out of it, seems so. I'm through for the present, Zoeth. I'll keep the rest till I meet the swab that loaded up that chair for me." The Judge laughed again. Then he opened his desk and took from a drawer two folded papers.
That evening, at bedtime, as the partners separated in the upper hall to go to their respective rooms, Zoeth said: "Shadrach, this has been a mighty nice Christmas for us all, ain't it?" Captain Shad nodded emphatically. "You bet!" he declared. "Don't seem to me I ever remember a nicer one." "Nor I, neither. I I wonder " "Well, heave ahead. What are you waitin' for? What do you wonder?"
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