eight o'clock
With fine , dark eyes , a smooth skin , well moulded features and black hair neatly brushed on a shapely head he was not at all like the rugged Abe . In a low tone and very modestly , with a slight brogue on his tongue he told of his adventures on the long , shore road to Michigan . Ann sat listening and looking into his face as he talked . Abe came in , soon after eight o'clock , and was introduced to the stranger . All noted the contrast between the two young men as they greeted each other . Abe sat down for a few minutes and looked sadly into the fire but said nothing . He rose presently , excused himself and went away .