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Halstead cried out, but the old Squire made him keep his eye closed; then the old gentleman bandaged it, and made him lie down. But after all, I am unable to report definitely as to the efficacy of the eyestone, for shortly after five o'clock, when the stone had been in Halstead's eye a little more than an hour, Doctor Green came.
I reached home about four o'clock in the afternoon, and the old Squire thought that, in view of my errand, I had been gone an unreasonably long time. Halstead's eye was so much inflamed that we had no little trouble in getting the eyestone under the lid. Finally, however, the old Squire, with Addison's help, slipped it in.
There was a mental reservation behind Mrs. Halstead's surface cordiality, and the bewitching Angelica seemed too seraphically sweet and gentle to ring quite true. Vernon was a type with which in a more crude stratum of humanity she had become familiar in the gaming-rooms of the Blue Chip.
Indeed, the old Squire had once employed him to settle a dispute for some superstitious lumbermen at one of his logging camps. Anxious to try anything that might relieve Halstead's suffering, the old Squire sent me to borrow the eyestone. Although I was fourteen, that was the first time I had ever heard of an eyestone; from what Mrs.
We can only watch her, and try to prevent her doing anything foolishly quixotic." The next day Willa paid her first visit to a famous modiste in Mrs. Halstead's company, and returned exhausted but impressed. The latent feminine instinct for adornment had taken possession of her and through the long evening she dreamed in a hazy rapture.
"Yes." "Must have been stirred up by that talk of President Halstead's, wasn't you?" "Yes." There was something quiet and easy about the stranger, and Ken liked him at once. "Where do you play?" went on Worry. "Left." "Can you hit? Talk sense now, and mebbe you'll save me work. Can you hit?" "Yes." "Can you throw?" "Yes." He spoke with quiet assurance. "Can you run?" almost shouted Worry.
My first letter home after my return to the Ramparts dated July 10 runs as follows: "I am now back with B Company, as D Company have come out of the trenches. Dickinson has been transferred from D Company and appointed second-in-command of B Company in Halstead's place; and he is to be in command of the Company in the push.
If I had another life to give I should not hesitate to throw myself into the work again with all the strength and purpose the Master has given me." Rev. Hiram W. Frink was sent to Brothertown in 1842, and had nearly completed his third year when called away. Brother Frink is also a veteran, having entered the Conference in 1837, the year of Brother Halstead's transfer.
He could feel himself aging beneath the strain and he heartily wished his charge in Mrs. Halstead's capable hands. His wife had been dead so long that the paths of feminine idiosyncrasies were an untrodden maze to him, and his condescension turned to consternation and an awed respect. In spite of his anxiety, the girl proved a fascinating study.
The old Squire never learned of Halstead's bootless experiment in forced feeding. Cold weather was again approaching. October had been very wet; but bright, calm days of Indian summer followed in November. And about that time Catherine, Theodora and Ellen had an odd adventure while out in the woods gathering partridge berries.
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