The Concealed Path
The man took out a big silver watch and opened the case with his thumb-nail.
"The woman ought to be ready," he said.
My uncle looked up at him.
"Campbell," he said, "put off this marriage."
The man turned about.
"Why should I put it off?" he said.
"Well, for one reason, Campbell," replied my uncle, "the omens are not propitious."
"I do not believe in signs," said the man.
"The Scriptures are full of signs," returned Abner. "There was the sign to Joshua and the sign to Ahaz, and there is the sign to you."
The man turned with an oath.
"What accursed thing do you hint about, Abner?"
"Campbell," replied my uncle, "I accept the word; accursed is the word."
"Say the thing out plain! What omen? What sign?"
"Why, this sign," replied Abner: "MacPherson, who was born with a cowl, has seen a vulture flying."
"Damme, man!" cried Campbell. "Do you hang on such a piece of foolery. MacPherson sees his visions in a tin cup—raw corn liquor would set flying beasts of Patmos. Do you tell me, Abner, that you believe in what MacPherson sees?"
"I believe in what I see myself," replied my uncle.
"And what have you seen?" said the man.
"I have seen the vulture!" replied my uncle. "And
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