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Updated: May 26, 2025
One Saturday morning when he was about to set off for the woods with the sling in his pocket and a bag for nuts on his shoulder, his grandfather stopped him. In the eyes of the old man was the strained serious look that always a little frightened David. At such times Jesse Bentley's eyes did not look straight ahead but wavered and seemed to be looking at nothing.
I am sure that God will prosper and guide you in what you have so nobly undertaken." Mr. Bentley turned away, walking towards the end of the room . . . . Asa Waring broke the silence. "I didn't know that you knew him, that you had seen what he is doing what he has done in this city. I cannot trust myself, Mr. Hodder, to speak of Horace Bentley's life. . . I feel too strongly on the subject.
Young men of the choir, and others whom he had never seen, who informed him shyly that they would come again, and bring their friends . . . . And all the while, in the background, Hodder had been aware of a familiar face Horace Bentley's. Beside him, when at length he drew near, was his friend Asa Waring a strangely contrasted type.
Bentley's. Who was she? Hodder wondered. Presently he found himself before a photograph on the wall beyond, at which he had been staring unconsciously. "Ah, you recognize it," said Mr. Bentley. "St. John's!" "Yes," Mr. Bentley repeated, "St. John's." He smiled at Hodder's glance of bewilderment, and put his hand on the younger man's arm.
And later on I found out from Miss Grower, who lives here, Mrs. Bledsoe's history. Eight or nine years ago her husband was sent to prison for forgery, and she was left with four small children, on the verge of a fate too terrible to mention. She was brought to Mr. Bentley's attention, and he started her in life. "And now Mrs. Garvin forms another link to that chain, which goes on growing.
"I'll be with you again before a great while, Hefty, old boy," again called Willett over his shoulder, as though insistent on an invitation; but an assenting nod was all that came. The general had signalled to his children because of the concern in Bentley's face at sight of Harris confronting all that happiness, but Bentley need not have feared for him.
You perceive," he added with a twinkle, as an expletive of unquestionable vigour was hurled across the diamond, "they are not always so polite as they might be." The young woman smiled again, but the look she gave him was a puzzled one. And then, quite naturally, she sank, down on the grass, on the other side of Mr. Bentley's hat, watching the game for a while in silence.
"That is like Jarvis," was Mr. Bentley's comment. "We will go there, together, after breakfast, if convenient for you," he added. "I hoped you would," replied the rector. "And I was going to ask you a favour. I have a check, given me by a young lady to use at my discretion, and it occurred to me that Garvin might be willing to accept some proposal from you."
Four of Dick & Co. raced down to the water's edge. They came back, staggering under a big bucket covered on the top with bagging. "What is this?" asked Dick. "Ice cream," explained the doctor. "Mrs. Bentley's suggestion." "We fellows of Preston High School feel ashamed of ourselves for having intruded," exclaimed Hartwell. "May we be permitted to withdraw?"
Bentley's house, he was informed by Sam that a lady was awaiting Mr. Bentley in the library. As Hodder opened the door he saw a tall, slim figure of a woman with her back toward him. She was looking at the photographs on the mantel. It was Alison Parr! He remembered now that she had asked for Mr. Bentley's number, but it had never occurred to him that he might one day find her here.
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