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nt in Lyman Hull's six-horse team with a load of his own merchandise-hides that he had tanned, and other country produce. And they did not go by the way of Truro Pass to the Capital, but took the s

was not a companion many people would have chosen with whom to enjoy the beauties of such a trip, and nearly everybody in Coniston was afraid of him. Jethro Bass would sit silent on the seat for hours and-it is a fact to be noted that when he told Lyman to do a thing, Lyman did it; not, perhaps, without cursing and grumbling. Lyman was a profane and wicked m

arrived at a drover's hotel, or lodging-house that did not, we may be sure, front on Mount Vernon Street or face the

to take no small part in this story, which is a sufficient excuse for his introduction. His father had been a prosperous Portsmouth merchant in the West India trade, a

dreaming: dreaming that he was to be an Irving or a Walter Scott, and yet the sum total of his works in afte

mer's morning across the counter. But a moment before the clerk had been in a place where he would

itted up some

rd the golde

the living wi

ove the livin

ore a blue swallow tail coat (fashioned by the hand of Speedy Bates), a neck-cloth, a coonskin cap, and his trousers were tucked into rawhide boots.

asked the countryman

hen folks have m

e countryman, "Jethro Bass from

erward he remembered his name, heaven knows why.

xt remark. He did not look at the clerk, but kep

with you," said the clerk,

w much about

ning to be amused, "a man has

a look, but continued to stu

ood things here. For example, this Swiss watch, which I

fty dollars-er-one

Still the countrym

ooking at the lockets, and finally pointed a large finger at one of th

ptly replied. Thirty was nearer

n to take a real joy in the situation. For trade was slack in August, and diversion scarce. Finally he commanded that the case be put on the top of the counter, and Wetherell humored him. Whereupon he picked up t

dollars?

call it that," l

good for Cyn

ered Mr. Wetherell, mockingly, little

wallet from his pocket, still holding the locket in his hand, to the a

t one, g-guess I'll ta

Mr. Wetherell fo

he cared to show, "that's not the price. Di

at the price

now that he was calling him the wrong name. "Give me

at the price

s,

he locket-g-guess I'

he should have to make good to Mr. Judson the seven odd dollars of difference, and then he lost his head. Slipping round the

" cried the clerk, "until y

all not attempt to describe,-for the customer was plainly determined to wait until hunger should drive one of them forth. The minutes passed, and Wetherell began to hate

ep his voice from shaking "it is beyond a joke. Give me

rice you fixed?" ask

on Eternity-he looked neither at the people nor at Wetherell. And then, the crowd parting as for one in authority, as in a bad dream the clerk saw his employer, Mr. Judson, courteously pushing away the customer at th

usly quiet voice, "perhaps you can expla

re to examine lockets which I had no reason to believe he would buy. I admit my fault, sir. He asked the

said Mr.

irst one, handed me twenty dollars, and now refuses to g

he

sir. He sat down there,

laugh, and the crowd was pressing in, and Mr. Judson turned and shut the door in their faces. All thi

ed Mr. Judson, "wha

eep the locket. I've, paid

said Mr. Judson, "that my cler

ut." He still sat there

s in a jewellery store. But Mr. Judson himself was a man out of the o

greenhorn, did h

be careful-to be car

erting to William Wetherell, because his employer la

ung friend," he said. "You didn't expect to find

d me some,"

again, all the wh

he said, "because it will teach my greenh

am said, and his

markable transaction, and William long remembered how he towered over all

d that gentleman;

rked," said Jethro, "e

sped Mr. Jud

ost extry," Je

fact that he was a church member. "What inscription do you w

e cowhide wallet came out. He tendered Mr. Judson a

, from

ated, in a tremulous voic

id Jethro, leaning over i

red Mr. Judson,

t Cynthy-mak

e," said Mr. Judso

you have

, with a twinkle in his eye, "

me-w-wha

send it to your hotel? Th

solemnly that Mr. Judson kept

ned the corner. Then Mr. Judson turned. "That man will make his mark, William,