Jubiter is a twin."
"What's t'other twin like?"
"Just exactly like Jubiter -- so they say; used to
was, anyway, but he hain't been seen for seven years.
He got to robbing when he was nineteen or twenty,
and they jailed him; but he broke jail and got away --
up North here, somers. They used to hear about him
robbing and burglaring now and then, but that was
years ago. He's dead, now. At least that's what
they say. They don't hear about him any more."
"What was his name?"
"Jake."
There wasn't anything more said for a considerable
while; the old lady was thinking. At last she says:
"The thing that is mostly worrying your aunt Sally
is the tempers that that man Jubiter gets your uncle
into."
Tom was astonished, and so was I. Tom says:
"Tempers? Uncle Silas? Land, you must be jok-
ing! I didn't know he HAD any temper."
"Works him up into perfect rages, your aunt Sally
says; says he acts as if he would really hit the man,
sometimes."
"Aunt Polly, it beats anything I ever heard of.
Why, he's just as gentle as mush."
"Well, she's worried, anyway. Says your uncle
Silas is like a changed man, on account of all this
quarreling. And the neighbors talk about it, and lay
all the blame on your uncle, of course, because he's a
preacher and hain't got any business to quarrel. Your
aunt Sally says he hates to go into the pulpit he's so
ashamed; and the people have begun to cool toward
him, and he ain't as popular now as he used to was.
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