United States or Rwanda ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The well in the sand was even salter to-day than we had found it yesterday, and was quite unserviceable; the men had sunk the hole rather too deep, that they might get the water in greater abundance; but when the tide rose it flowed in under the sand and spoiled the whole.
"I fear I will surprise you again by my answer," said Duff Salter. "I once proposed marriage to a young girl on this very lawn. It was in the springtime of my life. We met at a picnic in a grove not far distant. She was a coquette, and forgot me." Podge said she must have time to know her heart.
"I don't believe he thinks nobody could ha' chosen for him no better than he has chosen for himself." "Men never do know what is good for them," Mrs. Salter remarked, but not ill-naturedly; on the contrary, there was a gleam of fun in her face. "I'm thankful, anyway, he hain't done worse," said another lady. "I used to be afraid he would go and get himself hitched to a fly-away."
"Poor dear Cal!" exclaimed the lady; "he is still madly in love!" "My friends," spoke up Duff Salter, "your father is a very sick man. Let us take him to a chamber and send for his doctor." Mr. Van de Lear had been neglected in this conversation; it was now seen that he was in collapse and deathly pale.
Salter her real name is Mee Lay is sitting over there in about the fifth row back, behind the fellow with the scarlet handkerchief twisted round his head. Presently you must turn and look at her. She is a nice, cheery woman, and Salter is an interesting, original sort of man. I dine with them now and then. Mee Lay is uncommonly businesslike has a good deal of land and a flourishing rice concern."
He had a troubled, brooding face, and, as their gaze met, each of them started slightly and turned away with the sense of having unconsciously intruded and having been intruded upon. "That rough-looking man," she commented to herself, "is as anxious and disturbed as I am." Salter did look rough, it was true.
Sister Salter was the woman who had received the blessing. Brother Salter was not a brother at all he was still in the world, a little, twopenny man with a thin black beard, sad black eyes and a perch mouth. But he was not proud of his godless state, especially as it compared with his wife's radiant experience; he was literally an humble sinner and showed it.
"Here in Kensington," spoke Andrew, "we will live down all imputation and renew our family name. Here, where we made our one mistake, we will labor for others who err and suffer. Such an escape as ours can be celebrated by nothing less than religion." Duff Salter went to Tacony for the last time on the Sunday Andrew Zane entered the church.
Inquiries had been made for some time as to who the unknown executor, Duff Salter, might be, when one day Rev. Mr. Van de Lear walked over to the Zane house with a broad-shouldered, grave, silent-eyed man, who wore a very long white beard reaching to his middle.
He had doffed his hat, out of civility, and he held it in one hand, whilst with the other he fingered the slate that hung at his waist. "Massey upon us!" said the farmer, looking up at the same instant. "And who be thee?" "Jan Lake, the miller's son, maester." "Come in, come in!" cried Master Salter, hospitably. "So Master Lake have sent thee with a message, eh?"
Word Of The Day