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They miss me dreadfully when I am gone. Zenas Henry goes down like a plummet, Abbie says. And then I have so much to tell them! Besides, now that Aunt Tiny is well again, there is no use in my remaining." "There is a great deal of use in it for me!" asserted the young man moodily. "Nonsense!
"Don't think me devoid of all aspirations after something higher," so the letter ran. "Dear Abbie, you, in your sunny home, can never imagine how wildly I long sometimes to be free from my surroundings, free from petty cares and trials, and vexations, which, I feel, are eating out my very life.
There is no other way. I pray all the time. I keep right by my Savior. There is just a little, oh, a very little, vale of flesh between him and between my my husband and myself. Jesus loves me, Ester. I know it now just as well as I did yesterday. I do not and can not doubt him." A mixture of awe and pain and astonishment kept Ester moveless and silent, and Abbie spoke no more for some moments.
"This McCord a friend of yourn?" he inquired. "In a way," I said. "Hm-m well " He turned on his thwart to squint ahead. "There she is," he announced, with something of relief, I thought. It was hard at that time of night to make anything but a black blotch out of the Abbie Rose. Of course I could see that she was pot-bellied, like the rest of the coastwise sisterhood.
In the Fall of Eighteen Hundred Sixty-two, when he went back to Fairhaven to claim his bride, Rogers was regarded as a rich man. His cruise to Pennsylvania had netted him as much as half a dozen whales. The bride and groom returned at once to Pennsylvania and the simple life. Henry and Abbie lived in a one-roomed shack on the banks of Oil Creek.
And it's Abbie as fetched it, and the same bid me tell you as how she'd be after coming up here directly; she'll be cleaning her face first, and removing her bonnet; which she's always a right neat body, and it's myself can testify, as has lived with her nine years, and never had cause to complain, God bless her!"
"What do you know about it?" inquired Abbie. Such things were Greek to her. "Know? I've got twenty shares, and I'm going to have money to burn before long." Abbie bent her head, and took in as much of Miss Furgusson as she could see through the square hole in her window. "Who gave it to you?" The idea of a girl like Maria ever having money enough to buy anything of that kind never occurred to her.
"And a damp evenin'. Yes, I'll excuse and sympathize with you, too. I'll see you to your room, and I'll hope you'll have consider'ble more sleep than I'm likely to get. Abbie!... Abbie!... Fetch Mr. Graves's lamp, won't you, please?" It was after two the next morning before Captain Elisha rose from his chair by the fire and entered his bed chamber.
After both heads were resting on their pillows, and quiet reigned in the room, Ester's eyes were wide open. Her Cousin Abbie had astonished her; she was totally unlike the Cousin Abbie of her dreams in every particular; in nothing more so than the strangely childlike matter-of-course way in which she talked about this matter of religion.
He patted the wrinkled hand laid on his arm but shook his head in grim negation. "It isn't necessary, Abbie; you tell Miss Carter that it will all be in the report to-morrow!" And he gently but firmly put aside her restraining hand. But the old woman was wise in her generation. "Look heah, Ken Douglass," she indignantly stormed; "don't yuh try no hifalutin with me.
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