“You will hear to your companion another time, will you not? and pin your faith onto truth and justice and right?”
“No, I won't. I won't pin it onto nothin' nor nobody. I'm done with politics from this day.”
And bad as we both felt, this last speech of hisen made a glimmer of light streak up, and shine into my future. Some like heat lightenin' on summer evenin's. It hain't so much enjoyment at the time, but you know it is goin' to clear the cloudy air of the to-morrow. And so its light is sweet to you, though very curious, and crinkley.
And as mournful and sort o' curious as this time seemed to me and to Josiah, yet this speech of hisen made me know that all private and public peril connected with Hon. Josiah Allen was forever past away. And that thought cast a rosy glow onto my to-morrows.
CHAPTER XI.
I found, on lookin' round the house the next mornin', that Philury had kep' things in quite good shape. Although truly the buttery looked like a lonesome desert, and the cubbards like empty tents the Arabs had left desolate.
But I knew I could soon make 'em blossom like the rosy with provisions, which I proceeded at once to do, with Philury's help.
While I wus a rollin' out the pie-crust, Philury told me “she had changed her mind about long engagements.”