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"Then we are not to have a party this winter?" "I did not say so. On the contrary, I am ready to entertain our friends, but the party I give must be one in which no wine or brandy is served." "Preposterous!" ejaculated Mr. Birtwell. "We'd make ourselves the laughing-stock of the city." "Perhaps not," returned his wife. Mr.
Birtwell the interests of the Home. "Just in the nick of time," exclaimed Mr. Birtwell, smiling, as he took the clergyman's hand. "My wife and I have had a disagreement we quarrel dreadfully, you know and you must decide between us." "Indeed! What's the trouble now?" said Mr. Elliott, looking from one to the other.
Elliott, with a glow of enthusiasm in his voice. "It is; and if the membership is not full, I am going to join it," replied Mrs. Birtwell, "and do what I can to bring at least one straying sheep out of the wilderness and into its fold." "And I pray God that your work be not in vain," said the clergyman. "It is that I might lead you to this work that I am now here.
"Well, you see, we've been discussing the party question, and are at daggers' points." The light which had spread over Mr. Elliott's countenance faded off quickly, and Mr. Birtwell saw it assume a very grave aspect. But he kept on: "You never heard anything so preposterous. Mrs. Birtwell actually proposes that we give a coldwater-and-lemonade entertainment. Ha! ha!"
My drunkenness would have stood as a warning against me. But I was a respectable moderate drinker, and could take my wine without seeming to be in any way affected by it. But see how it betrayed me at last." Mr. Birtwell had been sitting during this relation with his head bowed upon his breast. When Mr.
She might die in her effort to keep a home for her wretched father, but not till then had she any thought of giving up. On leaving the house of Mr. Elliott, Mrs. Birtwell went home, and after remaining there for a short time ordered her carriage and drove to a part of the town lying at considerable distance from that in which she lived.
It was over an hour from this time when Mr. Ridley, forcing his way past the servant who had tried to keep him back, stood confronting Mr. Elliott. A look of disappointment, followed by an angry cloud, came into his face. But seeing Mrs. Birtwell, his countenance brightened; and stepping past the clergyman, he advanced toward her.
Voss could reply a servant came in with a card. "Oh, Mrs. Birtwell. Ask her to come up." The visitor saw a slight shadow creep over her face, and knew its meaning. How could she ever hear the name or look into the face of Mrs.
She spoke of you very tenderly, and I think would like to see you." "Then I will go to her immediately," said Mrs. Birtwell, rising. "You must excuse me, Mr. Elliott. I will take the carriage and go alone," she added, glancing toward her husband. The two men on being left alone remained silent for a while. Mr. Birtwell was first to speak.
Birtwell knocked at the door, and was answered by a faint "Come in" from a woman's voice. The room in which she found herself a moment afterward was almost destitute of furniture. There was no carpet nor bureau nor wash-stand, only a bare floor, a very plain bedstead and bed, a square pine table and three chairs.
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