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But Abel untied his hands, in spite of the Deacon's considerate remonstrance. "Now," said the Doctor, "the first thing is to put the joint back." "Stop," said Deacon Soper, "stop a minute. Don't you think it will be safer for the women-folks jest to wait till mornin', afore you put that j'int into the socket?" Colonel Sprowle, who had been called by a special messenger, spoke up at this moment.

As The Inside of the Cup gets down to the essentials in its discussion of religion, so A Far Country deals in a story that is intense and dramatic, with other vital issues confronting the twentieth century. A MODERN CHRONICLE. Illustrated by J. H. Gardner Soper. This, Mr.

He was the wise and jocund leader of the pilgrimage as we know, and though Chaucer speaks of him last, not one of the pilgrims is drawn with a livelier touch than he: Greet chere made our hoste us everichon And to the soper sette us anon; And served us with vitaille at the beste, Strong was the wyn, and wel to drinke us leste.

In the next hut I found Miles Soper and Sam Coal. I said to them what I had said before to Jack and Jim, and I then went on to another hut, the natives in each behaving in precisely the same manner. When I told the mate, he was perfectly satisfied, and said that we must trust the natives. We were not mistaken.

When the laugh rose around Roxy and her saucy beau, several looked in that direction with an anxious expression, as if something had happened, a lady fainted, for instance, or a couple of lively fellows came to high words. "Young folks will be young folks," said Deacon Soper. "No harm done. Least said soonest mended." "Have some of these shell-oysters?" said the Colonel to Mrs. Trecothick.

For his part, he loved to see young folks havin' their sports together, and very often felt as if he should like to be one of 'em himself. He 's got blood in him, the old Doctor has. I wish our little man and him would swop pulpits." Deacon Soper started and looked up into the Colonel's face, as if to see whether he was in earnest. Mr. Silas Peckham and his lady joined the group.

Miss Roots turned on him a large look that took him in, his monstrous mendacity and all. But she nodded as much as to say that the explanation passed. "One hardly likes to think of her, you know, sitting in the same room with Soper." "We all have to put up with Mr. Soper." "Yes; but if she isn't strong, she ought to have some place where she can be alone and rest. Besides, it'll be nicer for you.

But they don't make me disagreeable to everybody." Mr. Spinks craned forward as far as the height of his collar permitted him. "I wouldn't be too cock-sure if I were you, Mr. Soper." The young end of the table heaved and quivered with primeval mirth. Even Flossie Walker was moved to a faint smile. For Mr.

The blubber from the three whales was at length tryed out and secured in the casks, and the decks being washed down, the ship once more resumed her ordinary appearance, we meantime continuing our course northward. The first moment I was at liberty I went down to see Miles Soper. He said that he felt much better, though still unable to do duty. "And what about Jack?"

Henry Bailley was equal to the auspicious occasion. "Greet chere made our hoste us everichon, And to the soper sette he us anon; And served us with vitaille at the beste. Strong was the wyn, and wel to drinke us leste." But the host of the Tabard was more than an efficient caterer; he was something of a diplomatist also.