nst him, he had heard that Mr. Hopper was a teacher in Mr.
Davitt's Sunday School.

Because he did not discuss his ambitions at dinner with the other clerks
in the side entry, it must not be thought that Eliphalet was without
other interests. He was likewise too shrewd to be dragged into political
discussions at the boarding-house table. He listened imperturbably to
the outbursts against the Border Ruffian, and smiled when Mr. Abner
Reed, in an angry passion, asked him to declare whether or not he was
a friend of the Divine Institution. After a while they forgot about him
(all save Miss Crane), which was what Mr. Hopper of all things desired.

One other friend besides Miss Crane did Eliphalet take unto himself,
wherein he showed much discrimination. This friend was none other than
Mr. Davitt, minister for many years of the Congregational Church. For
Mr. Davitt was a good man, zealous in his work, unpretentious, and
kindly. More than once Eliphalet went to his home to tea, and was
pressed to talk about himself and his home life. The minister and his
wife ware invariably astonished, after their guest was gone, at the
meagre result of their inquiries.

If Love had ever entered such a discreet soul as that into which we are
prying, he used a back entrance. Even Mr. Barbo's inquiries failed in
the discovery of any young person with whom Eliphalet "kept company."
Whatever the notions abroad concerning him, he was admittedly a model.
There are many kinds of models. With some young ladies at the Sunday
School, indeed, he had a distant bowing acquaintance. They spoke of him
as the young man who knew the Bible as thoroughly as Mr. Davitt himself.
The only time that Mr. Hopper was discovered showing embarrassment was
when Mr. Davitt held his hand before them longer than necessary on the
church steps. Mr. Hopper was not sentimental.

However fascinating the subject, I do not propose to make a whole book
about Eliphalet. Yet sidelights on the life of every great man are
interesting. And there are a few incidents in his early career which
have not gotten into the subscription biographical Encyclopaedias. In
several of these volumes, to be sure, we may see steel engravings of
him, true likenesses all. His was the type of face which is the glory of
the steel engraving,--square and solid, as a corner-stone should be. The
very clothes he wore were made for the steel engraving, stiff and wiry
in texture, with sharp angles at the should