“‘Twa’n’t nothin’, Mary-’Gusta.  You came to your Uncle Shadrach and to me just when we needed somethin’ to keep our lives sweet.  Mine especial was bitter and there was danger ’twould always be so.  And then we brought you over from Ostable in the old buggy and—­and the Almighty’s sunshine came with you.  You was His angel.  Yes, sir!  His angel, that’s what you was, only we didn’t know it then.  I was pretty sore and bitter in those days, thought I never could forget.  And yet—­and yet, now I really am forgettin’—­or, if I don’t forget, I’m more reconciled.  And you’ve done it for me, Mary-’Gusta.”

Mary was puzzled.  “Forget what?” she asked.  “Do you mean the business troubles, Uncle Zoeth?”

Zoeth seemed to waken from a sort of dream.  “Business troubles?” he repeated.  “No, no; long, long afore that these troubles were, Mary-’Gusta.  Don’t let’s talk about ’em.  I can’t talk about ’em even now—­and I mustn’t think.  There are some troubles that—­that—­” He caught his breath and his tone changed.  “I called you an angel just now, dearie,” he went on.  “Well, you was and you are.  There are angels in this world—­but there’s devils, too—­there’s devils, too.  There; the Lord forgive me!  What am I talkin’ about?  We’ll forget what’s gone and be thankful for what’s here.  Give your old uncle a kiss, Mary-’Gusta.”

He was happy in Mary’s society and happy in the steady improvement of the business, but the girl and Captain Shadrach were a little worried concerning his general health.  For years he had not been a very strong or active man, but now he looked paler and more frail than ever.  He walked to and from the store and house several times a day, but he retired almost as soon as he entered the house at night and his appetite was not good.

“His nerves ain’t back where they’d ought to be,” declared Shadrach.  “He was awful shook up when it looked as if Hamilton and Company was goin’ to founder.  He didn’t keep blowin’ off steam about it the way I did—­my safety-valve’s always open—­but he kept it all inside his biler and it’s put his engine out of gear.  He’ll get along all right so long’s it’s smooth sailin’, but what I’m afraid of is a rock showin’ up in the channel unexpected.  The doctor told me that Zoeth mustn’t worry any more and he mustn’t work too hard.  More’n all, he mustn’t have any scares or shocks or anything like that.”

“We must try to see that he doesn’t have any,” said Mary.

“Sartin sure we must, but you can’t always see those things in time to head ’em off.  Now take my own case.  I had a shock this mornin’.  ’Rastus Young paid me a dollar on account.”

“What?  ’Rastus Young paid you?”

“Well, I don’t know’s he paid it, exactly.  He borrowed the dollar of one of those summer fellers over at Cahoon’s boardin’ house and he was tellin’ Ab Bacheldor about it at the corner by the post-office.  Ab, naturally, didn’t believe any sane man would lend Rastus anything, so he wanted proof.  ’Rastus hauled the dollar out of his pocket to show, and I who happened to be standin’ behind ’em without their knowin’ it reached out and grabbed it.”