[Pkg-shadow-devel] Comin' in." Eight o'clock came, and no Mr. Ives; ten minutes past-

Siemonsma ponderously at calvarynet.net
Thu Jan 7 16:03:12 UTC 2010

 under other ownership, had upheld the wisdom of Jethro Bass. And he was
still a wise man, said the Guardian, for he had had sense enough to give
up the fight. Had he given up the fight? Cynthia fervently hoped and
prayed that he had, but she hoped and prayed in silence. Well she knew,
if the event in the tannery shed had not made him abandon his affairs,
no appeal could do so. Her happiest days in this period were the
Saturdays and Sundays spent with him in Coniston, and as the weeks went
by she began to believe that the change, miraculous as it seemed, had
indeed taken place. He had given up his power. It was a pleasure that
made the weeks bearable for her. What did it matter--whether he had made
the sacrifice for the sake of his love for her? He had made it. On these
Saturdays and Sundays they went on long drives together over the hills,
while she talked to him of her life in Brampton or the books she was
reading, and of those she had chosen for him to read. Sometimes they did
not turn homeward until the delicate tracery of the branches on the snow
warned them of the rising moon. Jethro was often silent for hours at a
time, but it seemed to Cynthia that it was the silence of peace--of a
peace he had never known before. There came no newspapers to the tannery
house now: during the mid-week he read the books of which she had spoken
William Wetherell's books; or sat in thought, counting, perhaps; the
days until she should come again. And the boy of those days for him was
more pathetic than much that is known to the world as sorrow. And what
did Coniston think? Coniston, indeed, knew not what to think, when,
little by little, the great men ceased to drive up to the door of the
tannery house, and presently came no more. Coniston sank then from its
proud position as the real capital of the state to a lonely hamlet among
the hills. Coniston, too, was watching the drama, and had had a better
view of the stage than Brampton, and saw some reason presently for the
change in Jethro Bass. Not that Mr. Satterlee told, but such evidence
was bound, in the end, to speak for itself. The Newcastle Guardian had
been read and debated at the store--debat
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