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Scarcely a moment intervened before the bell was pulled again, and this time continuously for a dozen times. Springing from the bed, Mr. Birtwell threw open a window, and looking out, saw two policemen at the door. "What's wanted?" he called down to them. "Was there a young man here last night named Voss?" inquired one of the men. "What about him?" asked Mr. Birtwell.
God's loving care is as much over him as it is over you and me, and his providence as active for his salvation." "How are we to get near him, Mrs. Birtwell? This is our great impediment." "God will show us the way if we desire it. Nay, he is showing us the way, though we sought it not," replied Mrs. Birtwell, her manner becoming more confident. "How? I cannot see it," answered the clergyman.
"Take a few sips of wine, and you will feel better." Lovering, with a glass in each hand, now joined them. He saw the change in Blanche's face, and having already observed the exhilarated condition of Whitford, understood its meaning. Handing the latter one of the glasses, he said: "Here's to your good health, Miss Birtwell, and to yours, Ellis," drinking as he spoke.
Ridley returned to his home, he found it replete with many comforts not there when love and despair sent him forth to die, for aught he knew, amid nameless horrors. An office had been rented for him, and Mr. Birtwell had a case of considerable importance to place in his hands.
"He hasn't been home, and his friends are alarmed. Do you know where he is?" "Wait, returned Mr. Birtwell; and shutting down the window, he dressed himself hurriedly. "What is it?" asked his wife, who had been awakened from a heavy slumber by the noise at the window. "Archie Voss didn't get home last night." "What?" and Mrs. Birtwell started out of bed. "There are two policemen at the door."
"But the drunkard seems dead to all the saving influences that God or man can bring to bear upon him," replied Mrs. Sandford. "No, no, no! I will not believe it," said Mrs. Birtwell, speaking now with great decision of manner. "God can and does save to the uttermost all who come unto him." "Yes, all who come unto him. But men like Mr. Ridley seem to have lost the power of going to God."
Voss said, speaking to the lady with whom she had been conversing: "What were you going to say about some sorrowful story, I mean?" The pleasant light which had come into the lady's face on meeting Mrs. Birtwell, faded out. She did not answer immediately, and showed some signs of embarrassment. But Mrs. Voss, not particularly noticing this, pressed her for the story.
No man goes blindly in this way." "Taking your view of the case," replied Dr. Angier, "there may be another death laid at the door of Mr. Birtwell." "Whose?" Dr. Hillhouse turned quickly to his assistant. They had reached home, and were standing in their office. "Nothing has been heard of Archie Voss since he left Mr.
A home in which men in your unhappy condition are made welcome, and in which they are cared for wisely and tenderly in their greatest extremity." "Then take me there, for God's sake!" cried out the wretched man, extending his hand eagerly as he spoke. "Order the carriage immediately," said Mrs. Birtwell to the servant who stood in the half-open parlor door. Then she drew Mr.
She arose from the table soon after Mr. and, Mrs. Craig made their appearance, and retired with her husband from the room. "The general is all out of sorts this morning," remarked a lady as soon as they were gone. "And so is Mrs. Abercrombie," said another. "Dissipation does not agree with them. They were at the grand party given last night by Mr. and Mrs. Birtwell. You were among the guests, Mrs.
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