Keziah Coffin

, or any of what Captain Zeb Mayo called the " Trumet Daily Advertisers," picked up a hint concerning it. Keziah and Grace, acquainted with the possibilities of these volunteer news gatherers, were silent, and the Reverend John, being in some respects a discreet young man with a brand-new ministerial dignity to sustain, refrained from boasting of the sensation he had caused. He thought of it very often, usually at most inconvenient times, and when, by all the requirements of his high calling, his thought should have been busy with different and much less worldly matters. " I declare! " said Mrs. Thankful Payne, after the new minister's first call at her residence, a week after his arrival at Trumet, " if Mr. Ellery ain't the most sympathetic man. I was readin' out loud to him the poem my cousin Huldy B.?her that married Hannibal Ellis over to Denboro?made upwhen my second husband was lost to sea, and I'd just got to the p'int in the ninth verse where it says: ' The cruel billows crash and roar, And the frail craft is tempest-tossed, But the bold mariner thinks not of life, but says, " It is the fust schooner ever I lost." ' And 'twas, too, and the last, poor thing! Well, I just got fur as this when I looked up and there was the minister lookin' out of the window and his face was just as red, and he kept scowlin' and bitin' his lips. I do believe he was all but sheddin' tears. Sympathy like that I appreciate." As a matter of fact, Mr. Ellery had jus...