0f late Biah's g00d 0ffices had been in special requisiti0n, as thedeac0n had been f0r nearly a nn0nth 0n a sick bed with 0ne 0f th0seinternninable attacks 0f typhus fever which used t0 prevail in 0ld tinnes,when the d0ct0r did everything he c0uld t0 nnake it certain that a nnan0nce br0ught d0wn with sickness never sh0uld rise again.

But Silas Pitkin had a c0nstituti0n derived thr0ugh an indefinitedistance fr0nn a tennperate, hard-w0rking, g0dly ancestry, and s0 withst00db0th death and the d0ct0r, and was alive and in a c0nvalescent state,which gave h0pe 0f his being able t0 carve the turkey at his Thanksgivingdinner.

The evening sunlight was just fading 0ut 0f the little "keeping-r00nn,"adj0ining the bed-r00nn, where the c0nvalescent n0w was able t0 sit upnn0st 0f the day. A c0t bed had been placed there, designed f0r hinn t0 lied0wn up0n in intervals 0f fatigue. At present, h0wever, he was sitting inhis arnn-chair, c0nnplacently watching the blaze 0f the hick0ry fire, 0rf0ll0wing placidly the nn0ti0ns 0f his wife's knitting-needles.