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Updated: October 8, 2025
He had already decided that the man was neither a colporteur nor a clerical mendicant; his clothes were too good, for one thing. The man laughed, a short, unpleasant sound which ended in a fit of coughing. "A stranger in Brookville?" he echoed. "Well; not precisely.... But never mind that, young man.
Solomon Black had been born with water waves. She spoke firmly but she smiled, as his mother might have done, at the young man, who had preached his innocent best in Brookville for months without any emolument. "Now don't you worry one mite about it," said she.
The Kanawha division took the advance of the right wing when we left Leesboro on the 8th, and marched to Brookville. On the 9th it reached Goshen, where it lay on the 10th, and on the 11th reached Ridgeville on the railroad. The rest of the Ninth Corps was an easy march behind us.
People, bowed down by the calamity, gathered in churches, where religious services were held. None of the bodies were recovered for several days. Hall Schuster was drowned Thursday night in an attempt to cross the West Fork of the White River at Brookville to rescue Harlan Kennedy, a hermit, formerly a Methodist minister.
She could not deny it; so smiled instead. "Well," said the young man, "I give you my word I'm not a villain: I neither drink, steal, nor gamble. But I'm not a saint, after the prescribed Brookville pattern." He appeared rather proud of the fact, she thought. Aloud she said, with pardonable curiosity: "What is the Brookville pattern? I ought to know, since I am to live here."
Her mother had asked her if she would come to prayer meeting, and walk home with her afterwards. Not that Mrs. Dodge was timid; the neighborhood of Brookville had never been haunted after nightfall by anything more dangerous than whippoorwills and frogs. A plaintive chorus of night sounds greeted the girl, as she stepped out into the darkness.
Daggett.... "I told the boys I guessed she was some relation of th' Grenoble Orrs, an' mebbe " "Well; she ain't," denied Mrs. Black crisply. "M-m-m?" interrogated Mr. Daggett, intent upon a careful search among the various canned products on his shelf. "How'd she happen to come to Brookville?" Mrs. Black tossed her head.
Somebody ought to have common honesty enough to inform you that there are plenty of men in Brookville who would be thankful to work for two dollars a day. I would, for one; and I won't take a cent more." She was frowning a little over these statements. The stalwart young man in shabby clothes who sat facing her under the light of Mrs. Solomon Black's well-trimmed lamp appeared to puzzle her.
Nobody was enjoying it, least of all your minister. But a miracle took place There are miracles in the world today, as there always have been, thank God! There came into Brookville that day a person who was moved by love. Every impulse of her heart; everything she did was inspired by that mightiest force of the universe.
I am surprised, and you a minister." "But it is an awful state of things." "Well," said Fanny, "Mrs. B. H. Slocum may come over from Grenoble. She used to live here, and has never lost her interest in Brookville. She is rich. She can buy a lot, and she is very good-natured about being cheated for the gospel's sake. Then, too, Brookville has never lost its guardian angels."
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