No wonder Cynthia gasped. Jethro Bass, Chairman of the Board, in the honored seat of Deacon Moses Hatch, the perquisite of the church in Coniston! The idea was heresy. As a matter of fact, Jock himself uttered it as a playful exaggeration. Certain nonconformist farmers, of whom there were not a few in the town, had come into Jonah Winch's store that morning; and Jabez Miller, who lived on the north slope, had taken away the breath of the orthodox by suggesting that Jethro Bass be nominated for town office. Jock Hallowell had paused once or twice on his work on the steeple to look across the tree-tops at Coniston shouldering the sky. He had been putting two and two together, and now he was merely making five out of it, instead of four. He remembered that Jethro Bass had for some years been journeying through the town, baying his hides and wool, and collecting the interest on his mortgages. Cynthia would have liked to reprove Jock Hallowell, and tell him there were some subjects which should not be joked about. Jethro Bass, Chairman of the Board of Selectmen! “Well, here comes, young Moses, I do believe,” said Jock, gathering his pegs into his apron and preparing to ascend once more. “Callated he'd spring up pretty soon.” “Jock, you do talk foolishly for a man who is able to build a church,” said Cynthia, as she walked away. The young Moses referred to was Moses Hatch, Junior, son of the pillar of the Church and State, and it was an open secret that he was madly in love with Cynthia. Let it be said of him that he was a steady-going young man, and that he sighed for the moon. “Moses,” said the girl, when they came in sight of the elms that, shaded the gable of the parsonage, “what do you think of Jethro Bass?” “Jethro Bass!” exclaimed honest Moses, “whatever put him into your head, Cynthy?” Had she mentioned perhaps, any other young man in Coniston, Moses would have been eaten with jealousy. “Oh, Jock was joking about him. What do you think of him?” “Never thought one way or t'other,” he answered. “Jethro never had much to do with the boys. He's always in that tannery, or out buyin' of hides. He does make a sharp bargain when he buys a hide. We always goes shares on our'n.”