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Her clear, placid voice was audible not only to those in the nearby pews, but to the minister. "No, Mr. Craig. You know if a woman isn't fit to speak in the church she can't be fit to sing in it either." Eben Craig looked exceedingly foolish. He tiptoed gingerly back to his place. The minister, with an unusual flush on his thin, ascetic face, rose suddenly and gave out the opening hymn.
"That girl beats me," said Mrs. Eben with a sigh of perplexity. "You know that black cat we've had for two years? Eben and I have always made a lot of him, but Sara seemed to have a dislike to him. Never a peaceful nap under the stove could he have when Sara was home out he must go. Well, a little spell ago he got his leg broke accidentally and we thought he'd have to be killed.
"You'll have to ease yourself down this next one," said Eben, as he was starting for the next descent; "it's a bit steeper. Let your hands run along the wall over your head, just touching it, and that'll be enough. Don't shove hard, or you'll be taking the skin off." "I'll mind," said Aleck, rather hoarsely. "What's the matter?" said the man. "I've hurt my head a little against the roof."
When the boys were in camp they looked to him to supply all sorts of meals that fairly made their mouths water with eagerness to begin operations long before the bugle of Eben sounded the "assembly." Last of all the group, was Jotham Hale, a rather quiet boy, with an engaging face, and clear eyes.
On his way down to the Four Corners, Jethro had merely pulled up his sleigh before Eben Williams's house, which stood behind a huge snow bank and practically on the road. Eben appeared at the door, a little dishevelled in hair and beard, for he had been sleeping. "How be you, Jethro?" he said nervously. Jethro nodded. "Weather looks a mite soft." No answer.
"You don't bear malice on account of that little affair, do you, Herbert?" said Eben, smoothly. "That little affair, as you call it, might have been a very serious affair to me." "I only did my duty," said Eben. "Was it your duty to charge an innocent person with theft?" "I didn't see who else could have taken the things," said Eben.
"Calm, child! how can I be calm when I realize that I have been robbed of the work of years by the craftiness of this old man, Barr?" "Hush!" exclaimed the Frenchman, as the old man voiced the name of his employer, "don't talk so loud. I know who you are now. You are Eben Joyce, the inventor."
Hetty's sorrow was full of hope, being persuaded that all was well with those whom she did not see. Dr. Eben loved no one warmly or with absorption. Hetty loved every suffering one to whom she ministered. Dr. Eben had never ceased living too much in the past. Hetty had learned to live almost wholly in the present.
You don't seem very prosperous." "I never thought I should sink so low," answered Eben, mournfully, "as to saw wood for a colored man." "What are you talkin' about?" interrupted his boss, angrily. "Ain't I as good as a worfless white man that begged a meal of vittles of me, coz he was starvin'? You jest shut up your mouf, and go to work." Eben sadly resumed his labor.
"An' dere's dat ole broken pot we used, ter tell 'bout de war. But warn't ole Miss hoppin' wen she foun' out you war goin' to de war! I thought she'd go almos' wile. Now, own up, Robby, didn't you feel kine ob mean to go off widout eben biddin' her good bye? An' I ralely think ole Miss war fon' ob yer. Now, own up, honey, didn't yer feel a little down in de mouf wen yer lef' her."
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