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For, just as to 'seek the Lord' means more to us than it did to Israel, so the consequent life has greatened, widened, deepened into life eternal. But Amos's narrower, more external promise is true still, and there is no surer way of promoting true well-being than seeking God.
"And when did you get your note from Amos, Kate?" asked her brother. "My maid found it half slipped under my door when she came to call me," was the reply. "And is there nothing, then, to throw light on this sudden and strange act on Amos's part?" asked the squire. "Well, there is," she answered rather reluctantly.
But say, that makes it bully for Mother and me. We can move to Lancaster now. May we run out to the farm and visit you, Millie?" "Me? Don't ask me. It's Amos's." "Millie, you goose," the man said happily, "when you marry me everything I have will be yours, too." "Well, did I ever! I don't believe I'll know how to think about it that way. This nice big house won't seem like part mine."
Aunt Rebecca's table, though not lavishly laden as are those of most of the Pennsylvania Dutch, was amply filled with good, substantial food. The fried sausage was browned just right, the potatoes and lima beans well-cooked, the cold slaw, with its dash of red peppers, was tasty and the snitz pie Uncle Amos's favorite was thick with cinnamon, its crust flaky and brown.
So he rose to go, and as he did so he said, "Ah, Aunt Kate, I see you are in Amos's confidence, and that you know all about the little children and their cottage home." "Nay, my boy," replied his aunt, "you are mistaken; Amos has not made me his confidante in the matter.
Then he went out, and in the last glimpse I had of him before the door shut he wore the same look of easy self-satisfaction with which he had entered this place of death some fifteen minutes before." "Remarkable! Some secret history there! That man must be found. He can throw light upon Mr. Adams's past. 'Amos's son, he called him? Who is Amos? Mr. Adams's name was Felix. Felix, the son of Amos.
Shining Fish had launched his canoe and was to go part of the way with his new friend, greatly to Amos's delight. "Anne wasn't to blame." Amos repeated this a number of times so earnestly that Mr. Freeman began to realize that the boy knew more than he was willing to tell, and to blame Amos. "That Amanda," Amos whispered to himself, as he blushed and stammered and evaded Mr. Freeman's questions.
To Amos's surprise, Marshall only scowled at Lizzie, who now began to remove the supper dishes, talking in a whisper to herself. She paused once in front of Marshall with the teapot in one hand and the milk pitcher in the other.
He turned round, and I saw his fist rise as if against some menacing intruder, but it quickly fell again as his eyes encountered the picture which hung before him, and with a cringe painful to see in one of his years, he sidled back till he reached the doorway. Here he paused a minute to give another look at the man outstretched at his feet, and I heard him say: "'It is Amos's son, not Amos!
So he contented himself for the present with being more kind to his brother, and more careful not to wound him by rash and unfeeling remarks. One thing, however, in Amos's conduct sadly puzzled and annoyed him. Knowing that his brother was well provided with money of his own, he used not unfrequently to borrow from him when his own allowance ran short, which it very often did.
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