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The banker did not hesitate, but took the minister's extended hand and grasped it with a vigor that expressed the strength of his new-formed purpose. Light broke through the tears that blinded the eyes of Mrs. Birtwell. Clasping both of her hands over those of her husband and Mr. Elliott, she cried out with irrepressible emotion: "I give myself to God also in this solemn consecration!"
He felt that he had closed the argument. "If society," answered his wife, "gets wrong, how is it to get right?" Mr. Birtwell was silent. "Is it not made up of individuals?" "Of course." "And is not each of the individuals responsible, in his degree, for the conduct of society?" "In a certain sense, yes." "Society, as a whole, cannot determine a question of right and wrong.
Ridley might die in his delirium had troubled Mrs. Birtwell all night, and it still oppressed her. She would have much preferred to go alone and learn first the good or ill of the case, but Ethel begged so hard to be permitted to accompany her that she could not persist in objection. On reaching the Home, Mrs. Birtwell found in the office the man in whose care Mr. Ridley had been placed.
"For Heaven's sake, Margaret," he broke out, in a passion he could not control, "don't say that again! It's an outrage. You'll give mortal offence if you use such language." "It is best to call things by their right names," replied Mrs. Birtwell, in no way disturbed by her husband's weak anger. "As names signify qualities, we should be very careful how we deceive others by the use of wrong ones.
Ridley for the sake of illustration. What will you do with him? How will you go about the work of rescue? Tell me." Mrs. Birtwell had nothing to propose. She only felt an intense yearning to save this man, and in her yearning an undefined confidence had been born.
Just what is seen at parties every night. Archie hasn't much head, and a single glass of champagne is enough to set it buzzing. But it's soon over. The effervescence goes off in a little while, and the head comes clear again." Mrs. Birtwell did not reply. Her eyes were cast down and her face deeply distressed.
And this is just the work that is now being done in our city by a Heaven-inspired institution not a year old, but with accomplished results that are a matter of wonder to all who are familiar with its operations." Mrs. Birtwell leaned toward Mr. Elliott as he read, the light of a new hope irradiating her countenance. "Is not this a Church in the highest and best sense?" asked Mr.
Birtwell saw a wild eagerness in his manner. "A home," replied Mr. Elliott, "where men like you can go and receive help and sympathy. A home where you will find men of large and hopeful nature to take you by the hand and hold you up, and Christian women with hearts full of mother and sister love to comfort, help, encourage and strengthen all your good desires.
What is the nature of the crisis that has come in the life of this unhappy man?" "I called on Mrs. Sandford this morning," replied Mrs. Birtwell, "and learned that his daughter, who is little more than a child, had applied for the situation of day-governess to her children. From Ethel she ascertained their condition, which is deplorable enough.
"MR. VOSS," said the waiter as he opened the door of the breakfast-room. Mr. and Mrs. Birtwell left the table hurriedly and went to the parlor. Their visitor was standing in the middle of the floor as they entered. "Oh, Mr. Voss, have you heard anything of Archie?" exclaimed Mrs. Birtwell. "Nothing yet," he replied. "Dreadful, dreadful! What can it mean?" "Don't be alarmed about it," said Mr.
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