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My wife will go to her friend Mrs. Lorimer till I come home again. Then possibly, with any luck, she'll come to me." He smiled with the words and came back to the table. "May I have a drink?" he said. Crowther poured one out for him in silence. Somehow he could not speak. There was something about Piers that stirred him too deeply for speech just then.
I saw you talking to my grandson just now. Do you know where the young fool is gone to?" Crowther turned in his solid, imperturbable fashion, looked at the speaker, and got to his feet. "I can," he said, with a smile. "He has gone to procure drinks in my honour. He and I are old friends."
In answer to various statements which had been published in regard to the rapid missionary progress made by Mohammedans in West Central Africa, Bishop Crowther wrote a letter to the Church Missionary Society at the beginning of 1888, giving the results of his own prolonged observation. He describes the methods used as: 1. War upon the heathen tribes.
"Promise me, lad!" pleaded Crowther, still holding his arm in a friendly grasp; then as Piers hesitated: "You know, I'm an older man than you are. I can see further. You'll be making your own hell if you don't." "But why should I promise?" said Piers uneasily. "Because I know you will keep a promise even against your own judgment." Simply, with absolute conviction, Crowther made reply.
And she knew that, strive as he might to silence that soul-craving with earthly things, it would beat on unsatisfied through all. She came nearer to understanding him that night that ever before. "I am greatly honoured to be your first guest," said Crowther. "The honour is ours to get you," Avery declared.
I shall feel less like an interloper by that time." "I don't know why you should feel like that," said Crowther. Avery smiled. "Well, all the little people think that I set out to catch Piers for his money and his title." "Does what the little people think have any weight with you?" asked Crowther. She flushed faintly under the kindly directness of his gaze. "Not really, I suppose.
And Bishop Crowther verifies the statement made by others in reference to East Africa, that the priests "besides being charm-makers are traders both in general articles and more largely in slaves." We have only time to consider one question more, viz., What is the character of Islam as we find it to-day, and what are its prospects of development?
He seemed to find difficulty also in attending to Crowther's quiet remarks, and after a while Crowther ceased to make them. He finished his liqueur and sat smoking with his eyes on the dark, sensitive face that watched the passing crowd so indifferently, yet so persistently. Piers noticed his silence at last, and looked at him enquiringly. "Shall we go?" Crowther leaned slowly towards him.
It was growing late. "So it is!" said Piers. "You ought to be turning in if you really mean to make an early start." He stood still in the hall and held out his hand. "Good-night, old chap! I'm not going up at present." "You'd better," said Crowther. "No, I can't. I couldn't possibly turn in yet." He thrust his hand upon Crowther. "Good-night! I shall see you in the morning."
High as quickly responded: "What are you sticking it in my mouth for?" Huggins of Brown says: "The year that we beat Pennsylvania so badly out on Andrews Field, Brown had the ball on Penn's 2-yard line. Time was called for some reason, and we noticed that the backfield men were clustered about Crowther, our quarterback.
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