The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-10-18
CHAPTER |.
I'm Which keziah Hears Two Pro
posais and the Beginning
Of a Third.

during the night by the wind from the
wide Atlantic. So wet and heavy that
one might taste the salt in it. So
thick that houses along the main road
were but dim shapes behind its gray
drapery, and only the gates and fences
of the front yards were plainly in evil
dence to the passers-by. The beach
plum and bayberry bushes on the
dunes were spangled with beady drops.
The pole on Cannon Hill, where the
beacon was hoisted when the packet
from Boston dropped anchor IN the
bay, was shiny and slippery. The new
Weathervane, a gilded whale, present
ed to the Regular" church by Captain
Zebediah Mayo, retired whaler, swan
in a sea of cloud. The lichened caves
of the little "Come-Outer" chapel
dripped at sedate intervals. The brick
walk leading to the door of Captain
Elkanah Daniels's fine residence held
undignified puddles In its hollows.
And through the damp stiffness, the
muttered growl Of the surf, three
miles away at the foot of the sandy
bluffs by the lighthouse, sounded omi-
nously.
Directly opposite Captain Elkanah's
front gate, on the other side of the
main road, stood the little story-and-
a-half house, also the captains prop
erty, which for fourteen years had
been tenanted by Mrs. Keziah Coffin
and Der brother, Solomon Hall, the
shoemaker. But Solomon had, the
month before, given up his fight with
debt and illness and was sleeping qui-
city down in Trumets most populous
center, the graveyard. And Keziah,
left alone, had decided that the rent
and living expenses were more than
her precarious earnings as a seam
stress would warrant, and, having bar
gained with the furniture dealer in
Wellmouth for the sale of her house
hold effects, was now busy getting
them ready for the morro"- when the
dealers wagon was to call. She was
going to Boston, where a distant and
condescending rich relative had in
terested himself to the extent of find
dng her a place as sewing woman in
a large tailoring establishment.
The fog hung like a wet blanket
where a few venerable pear trees, too
conservative in their old age to ven.
ture a bud even though it was almost
May, stood bare and forlorn. The day
was dismal. The dismantIed dining
ROOM its tables and chairs pushed into
a corner. and its faded ingram carpet
partially stripped from the floor, was
dismal. likewise. Considering all
things, one might have expected Ke-
ziah herself to be even more dismal
But, to all outward appearances, she
was not. A Il rge portion of her
thirty-nine years Of life had been
passed under a wet blanket. so to
speak, and she had not permitted the
depressing covering to shut out more
sunshine than was absolutely neces-
sary. IF you can't get cream, you
might as well learn to love your sas-
ser OF skim milk" said practical Ke-
Ziah
She was on her knees. her calico
dress sleeves, patched and darned, but
absolutely clean, rolled back, uncover
ing a pair of plump, strong arms, a
saucer of tacks before her, and a tack
fAetAIh1Si Will q ItcN u6du III n6T ndnQ
She was taking up the carpet Grace
Van Horne, Captain Eben Hammond's
ward, who had called to see if there
was anything she might do to help.
was removing towels, tablecloths, and
the like from the drawers in a tall
"high-boy," folding them and placing
them in an old and battered trunk.
The pair had been discussing the sub
ject which all Trumet had discussed
for three weeks, namely, the Calling
to the pastorate OF the Regular
church of the Rev. John Ellery, the
young divinity student, who was to
take the place of old Parson Langley.
minister in the parish for over thirty
years. Discussion in the village had
now reached a critical point. for the
Reverend John was expected by al
most any coach. in those DAYS the
days Of the late fifties, the railroad
down the Cape extended only as far
as Sandwich; passengers made the
rest o. their journey by stage. Many
came direct from the city by the
packet, the little schooner, but Mr..
Ellery had written that he should
pAope1OiJ SoAhC me COdCu.
They say he's very nice-looking, -
remarked NJ Van Horne soberly. but
with a mischievous glance under her
dark lashes at KeZiah The lady adj
dressed paused long enough to trans
fer several tacks from the floor to the
saucer, and then made answer
Humph!" she observed "A good
many years ago / saw a theater show
up to Boston. Don't be shocked
those circumstances we hear so much
tell of-the kind you can't control
have kept ne from goin' to theaters
much, even If / wanted to- But I did
see this entertainment, snd a fool one
twas. too. ali singin' instead OF talkin
opera, believe they called it. Well
as ! started to say, one of the, leadin
folks In IL was the Old Harry himself
and he was pretty goodlookin'."
Grace laughed, even though she had
been somewhat shocked
why, Aunt Keziah!" she exclaimed
those who knew Keziah Coffin best
usually called her aunt, though real
nephews and nieces she had none
sswhy. Aunt KeZiahi What do YOU
mean by comparing the-the person
Won iuSt mentioned with niniStorf,