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So the topic was suffered to drop till they were in bed, and we were alone in the library. Maurice Mapleson was a young minister that I thought a good deal of. So when two Sundays before, Mr. Wheaton suggested him to me as a successor to our retiring pastor, I welcomed the suggestion. "You know that young Mapleson, don't you Mr. Laicus," said he, "who preached for us two Sundays last summer.
I believe the whole church is satisfied with the result of our peculiar method of candidating. I am sure there is no one who would willingly exchange Mr. Mapleson for Mr. Uncannon. There have been rumors once or twice that there was danger Maurice Mapleson would leave. He has twice had invitations to preach in city churches whose pulpits were vacant. But he has declined.
"Can't tell," said the surly baggage-master. "Nothing is certain to railroad men." "Except one thing," said Mr. Mapleson. "What's that?" said the surly baggage-master. "Death," said Mr. Mapleson. "That's a fact," said the surly baggage-master. "Specially certain to railroad men." "And there is one other thing certain," added Maurice. "What's that?" asked the baggage-master, no longer surly.
Mapleson a servant or relinquish your expectation of receiving any calls from her; that is very evident." Mr. Hardcap made no reply. "There are one or two other items that ought to be considered in deciding what the pastor's salary should be," said a gentle but tremulous voice at my side. I turned about to see the speaker. It was old Father Hyatt, who had joined our group, unperceived.
"I did not mean your hands," said Mr. Mapleson. "What then?" said I. "He is in God's hands," replied the pastor. "God has taken him out of your hands into His own. Leave him there." "Is there then nothing more to be done?" I said. "Yes," said he, "but chiefly prayer." Then after a moment's pause he added: "I believe, Mr.
Notwithstanding the fact that she was well received and that she got through with the greater part of the opera with credit, her impressario, J. H. Mapleson, relates in his "Memoirs" that after the final curtain had fallen she rushed to tell him that it was all over and that she would never appear again.
"Not with Tell Mapleson as postmaster." He assented, and I went on. "I had come to the top again and was looking at the beauty of the night, when somebody caught me by the throat. It was Jean Pahusca." Briefly then I related what had taken place. "And after that?" queried my questioner. "I ran into Lettie Conlow. She may have been there all the time.
You know, Mapleson, a widower's really more attractive to a girl than a young man; and as for me, well, it's just in me, that's all. Lettie likes me." Whatever Tell thought, he counselled care. "You can't be too careful, Judson. Girls are the unsafest cattle on this green earth. My boy fancied Conlow's girl once. I sent him away. He's married now, and doing well. Runs on a steamboat from St.
When I was sufficiently trained, he wanted to take me to Mapleson or some other great impresario, and get him to bring me out in opera." "Very likely. But you say he died?" "Yes," said the girl, with a sigh, "he died suddenly too, so that he did not even say good-bye. He was found dead one morning in his bed. Since then I have been all alone in the world; and I think Mr.
"When she's my wife," he had boasted to Tell Mapleson, "I'll put a stop to all this Baronet friendship. I won't even let her go there. Marjie's a fine girl, but a wife must understand and obey her lord and master. That's it; a wife must obey, or your home's ruined."
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