frequent glances at me, and
very uneasy ones at that. Doubtless he felt that I could unfold a tale
which was not exactly consistent with his religious pretensions. But, in
spite of all I knew, I did not regard him as a hypocrite. I did not know
enough about him to enable me to reach so severe a judgment. The shame
and penitence he had manifested assured me he was not in the habit of
getting intoxicated; and I was willing to believe that he had been led
away by the force of circumstances a single time, and that the error
would cure itself by its own reaction.

"It's rather chilly this morning," said Captain Fishley. "Buck, you may
make a little fire in the stove."

"It has cleared off pleasant, and it will be warmer by and by, when the
sun gets up," added Mrs. Fishley, who always had something to say, on
every possible topic that could be introduced, whether she knew anything
about it or not.

I went to the store. In the open stove were the tindered remains of the
letter Ham had burned. The sheet of paper had been entirely consumed;
but the envelope, which he had destroyed afterwards, was only half
burned. The right hand lower corner had apparently been wet, so that it
resisted the action of the fire, and appeared to rise in judgment
against the mail robber. The piece contained part of the last name of
the superscription, with a portion of the town, county, and state, of
the address. Without any definite purpose in doing so, I put the remains
of the envelope in my pocket.

While I was making the fire, Miss Larrabee entered the store, and went
up to the counter appropriated to the post-office. Ham whistled Yankee
Doodle, which was patriotic enough, but out of place even in the shop,
and sauntered leisurely over to wait upon her. I was astonished to see
how cool he was; but I think the whistle had a deceptive effect.

"Has that letter come yet?" asked Miss Larrabee; and her anxiety was
visible in the tones of her voice.

"What letter do you mean, Miss Larrabee?" asked Ham, suspending his
whistle, and looking as blank as though he had never heard of it.

"Why, the letter I came for last night," replied the ancient maiden.

"For yourself?"

"Yes; the letter from Ethan's folks."

"I haven't heard anything about it before."

"Well, you was a standin' here last night when I axed your father for
it," added Miss Larrabee, who thought the matter was of consequence
enough to have everybody take an interest in it.

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