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‘Twas Beriah that spoke first.

“He! he! he!” he chuckled. “He! he! he! Wasn’t it kind of wet coming through the woods, Mr. Cobb? What does Mrs. Kelly think of the day her beau picked out to go to camp-meeting in?”

Then Eben came out of his trance.

“Beriah,” says he, holding out a dripping flipper, “shake!”

But Beriah didn’t shake. Just stood still.

“I’ve got a s’prise for you, shipmate,” goes on Eben. “Who did you say that lady was?”

Beriah didn’t answer. I begun to think that some of the wet had soaked through the assistant prophet’s skull and had give him water on the brain.

“You called her Mis’ Kelly, didn’t you?” gurgled Eben. “Wall, that ain’t her name. Her and me stopped at the Baptist parsonage over to East Harniss when we was on the way home and got married. She’s Mis’ Cobb now,” he says.

Well, the queerest part of it was that ’twas the bad weather was really what brought things to a head so sudden. Eben hadn’t spunked up anywhere nigh enough courage to propose, but they stopped at Ostable so long, waiting for the rain to let up, that ’twas after dark when they was half way home. Then Emma–oh, she was a slick one!–said that her reputation would be ruined, out that way with a man that wa’n’t her husband. If they was married now, she said–and even a dummy could take THAT hint.

I found Beriah at the weather-shanty about an hour afterwards with his head on his arms. He looked up when I come in.

“Mr. Wingate,” he says, “I’m a fool, but for the land’s sake don’t think I’m SUCH a fool as not to know that this here storm was bound to strike to-day. I lied,” he says; “I lied about the weather for the first time in my life; lied right up and down so as to get her mad with him. My repertation’s gone forever. There’s a feller in the Bible that sold his–his birthday, I think ’twas–for a mess of porridge. I’m him; only,” and he groaned awful, “they’ve cheated me out of the porridge.”

But you ought to have read the letters Peter got next day from subscribers that had trusted to the prophecy and had gone on picnics and such like. The South Shore Weather Bureau went out of business right then.