Fair Harbor by Joseph Crosby Lincoln

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FAIR HARBOR

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By JOSEPH C. LINCOLN

FAIR HARBOR GALUSHA THE MAGNIFICENT THE PORTYGEE "SHAVINGS" MARY-'GUSTA CAP'N DAN'S DAUGHTER THE RISE OF ROSCOE PAINE THE POSTMASTER THE WOMAN HATERS KEZIAH COFFIN CY WHITTAKER'S PLACE CAP'N ERI EXTRICATING OBADIAH THANKFUL'S INHERITANCE MR. PRATT MR. PRATT'S PATIENTS KENT KNOWLES: "QUAHAUG" CAP'N WARREN'S WARDS THE DEPOT MASTER OUR VILLAGE PARTNERS OF THE TIDE THE OLD HOME HOUSE CAPE COD BALLADS

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FAIR HARBOR

A Novel

JOSEPH C. LINCOLN

Author of "Galusha the Magnificent," "Shavings," "Mary 'Gusta," "Mr. Pratt," "Cap'n Eri," Etc.

D. Appleton and Company New York :: 1922 :: London

Printed in the United States of America

FAIR HARBOR

CHAPTER I

"Hi hum," observed Mr. Joel Macomber, putting down his knife and fork with obvious reluctance and tilting back his chair. "Hi hum-a-day! Man, born of woman, is of few days and full of--of somethin', I forget what--George, what is it a man born of woman is full of?"

George Kent, putting down his knife and fork, smiled and replied that he didn't know. Mr. Macomber seemed shocked.

"_Don't know?_" he repeated. "Tut, tut! Dear me, dear me! A young feller that goes to prayer meetin' every Friday night--or at least waits outside the meetin'-house door every Friday night--and yet he don't remember his Scriptur' well enough to know what man born of woman is full of? My soul and body! What's the world comin' to?"

Nobody answered. The six Macomber children, Lemuel, Edgar, Sarah-Mary, Bemis, Aldora and Joey, ages ranging from fourteen to two and a half, kept on eating in silence--or, if not quite in silence, at least without speaking. They had been taught not to talk at table; their mother had taught them, their father playing the part of horrible example. Mrs. Macomber, too, was silent. She was busy stacking plates and cups and saucers preparatory to clearing away. When the clearing away was finished she would be busy washing dishes and after that at some other household duty. She was always busy and always behind with her work.

Her husband turned to the only other person at the crowded table.

"Cap'n Sears," he demanded, "you know 'most everything. What is it man born of woman is full of besides a few days?"

Sears Kendrick thoughtfully folded his napkin. There was a hole in the napkin--holes were characteristic of the Macomber linen--but the napkin was clean; this was characteristic, too.

"Meanin' yourself, Joel?" he asked, bringing the napkin edges into line.

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