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"Thank you, Thankful," he said, earnestly."Thank you for sayin'

that.That's the way to talk to me.I know I'm an old fool, but Iwon't be any more, if I can help it.Make it harder for you? Iguess not!"

"Obed, I'm so sorry."

"Sho! sho! You needn't be....I'm all right.I've been dreamin' foolish dreams, like a young feller after a church picnic dinner, but I'm awake now.Yes'm, I'm awake.Now just you forget that I talked in my sleep.Forget the whole of it and let's get back to--to that brother of yours.We've got to locate him, that's the first thing to be done.I'll send a telegram right off to that Kelly man out in 'Frisco askin' if what's-his-name--Jedediah--is there yet.""Obed, you won't--you won't feel hard towards me? You won't let--this--interfere with our friendship?"

"Sho! Hush, hush, Thankful! You make me more ashamed of myself than ever, and that ain't necessary.Now the first thing is to send that telegram.If we locate your brother then we'll send him a ticket to Boston and some money.Don't you worry, Thankful;we'll get him here.And don't you fret about the money neither.

I'll 'tend to that and you can pay me afterwards.""No, no; of course I shan't let--"

"Yes, you will.There's some things you can't stop and that's one of 'em.You talked about our friendship, didn't you? Well, unless you want me to believe I ain't your friend, you'll let me run my own course this time.So long, Thankful; I'm off to Chris Badger's to send that telegram."He snatched up his cap and was on his way to the door.She followed him.

"Obed," she faltered, "I--I-- What CAN I say to you? You are SOgood!"

"Tut! tut! Me good? Don't let Heman Daniels hear you say that.

He's a church deacon and knows what goodness is.So long, Thankful.Soon's I hear from Kelly, I'll report."He hurried from the house.Thankful watched him striding down the path.Not once did he hesitate or look back.She turned from the door and, returning to her chair by the center table, sat down.

For a moment she sat there and then, leaning her head upon her arms on the table, wept tears of absolute loneliness and despair.

The telegram to Michael Kelly of San Francisco brought an answer, but a most unsatisfactory one.Jedediah Cahoon had not been in the Kelly employ for more than six weeks.Kelly did not know where he had gone and, apparently, did not care.Captain Obed then wired and wrote the San Francisco police officials, urging them to trace the lost one.This they promised to do, but nothing came of it.

The weeks passed and no word from them or from Jedediah himself was received.His letter had come to prove that, at the time it was written, he was alive; whether or not he was still alive, or where he might be if living, was as great a mystery as ever.Day after day Thankful watched and waited and hoped, but her waiting was unrewarded, and, though she still hoped, her hope grew steadily fainter; and the self-reproach and the worry greater in proportion.

She and Georgie and Imogene spent Thanksgiving Day alone.Heman Daniels and Mr.Hammond were invited out and Captain Obed, who had meant to eat his Thanksgiving dinner at the High Cliff House, was called to Boston on business connected with his fish selling, and could not return in time.

Early in December Thankful once more drove to Trumet to call upon Solomon Cobb.The question of the renewal of the mortgage she felt must remain a question no longer.But she obtained little satisfaction from her talk with the money-lender.Mr.Cobb's first remark concerned the Holliday Kendrick offer to buy the "Cap'n Abner place.""Did he mean it, do you think?" he demanded."Is he really so sot on buyin' as folks say he is?""I'm afraid so."

"Huh! And he's hired his lawyer--that young cousin of his--Bailey Kendrick's son--to make you sell out to him?""Yes."

"What's the young feller done about it; anything?""No; nothin' that I know of."

"Humph! Sure of that, be ye? I hear he's been spendin' consider'ble time over to Ostable lately, hangin' round the courthouse, and the probate clerk's office.Know what he's doin' that for?""No, I didn't know he had.How did you know it?""I knew.Ain't much goin' on that I don't know; I make it my business to know.Why don't you sell out to old Holliday?""I don't want to sell.My boardin'-house has just got a good start and why should I give it up? I won't sell.""Oh, you won't! Pretty independent for anybody with a mortgage hangin' over 'em, ain't ye?""Solomon, are you goin' to renew that mortgage when it comes due?"Mr.Cobb pulled his whiskers."I don't know's I am and I don't know's I ain't," he said."This Kendrick business kind of mixes things up.Might be a good idea for me to foreclose that mortgage and sell the place to him at my own price.Eh? What do you think of that?""You wouldn't do it! You couldn't be so--""So what? Business is business and if he's goin' to put you out anyhow, I don't see why I shouldn't get my share of the pickin's.""But he ain't goin' to put me out."

"He says he is.Now--now--clear out and don't bother me.When that mortgage falls due I'll let you know what I intend doin' with it.If you pester me now I won't renew anyhow.Go along home and quit your frettin'.Long's you're there, you BE there.What more do you want?"There was a good deal more of this sort of thing, but it was all quite as unsatisfactory.Thankful gave it up at last.

"I shan't come here again," she declared desperately."If you want to see me you can come to my place.""Humph!"

"Well, you will, or not see me.Why haven't you been there? Time and time again you have promised to come, but you never have.Ishall begin to believe there is some reason why you don't want to go into that house."She was on her way to the door, but Solomon called after her.

"Here!" he shouted."Hold on! What do you mean by that? Why shouldn't I go into that house if I want to? Why shouldn't I?""I don't know; all I know is that you don't seem to want to.Ican't say why you don't want to, but--"

"But what?"