They shall not build and another inhabit, they shall not plant and another eat; for as the days of a tree are the days of my people. and mine elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands." There has been reference in this book to the Centralia case.
The best possible antidote she could think of for Ann's father was her dear uncle the Bishop. As she watched him ordering their excellent dinner she wondered what he would think of Ann's father. She could hear him calling Centralia a God-forsaken spot and Ann's father a benighted fossil. Doubtless he would speak of the Reverend Saunders as a type fast becoming obsolete.
There were times when it had seemed a not altogether likeable vanity. It was understandable lovable after having been to Centralia, after knowing. So many things were understandable and lovable after knowing. She wished she might call across the hall and ask Ann to come in and fasten her dress.
Of course the country went wild, and the Guffeys and McGivneys and Gudges all over the United States realized that their chance had come. Peter instructed the secretary of the I. W. W. local of American City to call a meeting for that evening, to adopt a resolution declaring the press stories from Centralia to be lies.
But they were like the pleasures of Centralia not God-fearing, exactly, but so dutiful. They didn't have anything to do with 'calls. "The real pleasures were going over the wire. It was my business to make the connections that arrange those pleasures. A little red light would flash sometimes it would flash straight into my brain and I'd say 'Number, please? always with the rising inflection.
A train was always kept in readiness at Centralia on the Northern Pacific Railway, which could get up full steam at a moment's notice in case of necessity. Two Japanese, the engineer and the fireman, were squatting on the floor of the tender in front of the glistening black heaps of coal, over which played the red reflections from the furnace.
"Katie, as the days went on it was just as hard to believe that the world of the opera was the same world I was working in right there in the same city as it had been the first night to believe it was the same world as Centralia. I learned two things. One was that the Something Somewhere was there. The other that it was not there for me.
Peter and Gladys were figuring out another bomb conspiracy to direct attention to these dangerous men, when one day Peter picked up the morning paper and discovered that a kind Providence had delivered the enemy into his hands. Up in the lumber country of the far Northwest, in a little town called Centralia, the "wobblies" had had their headquarters raided and smashed, just as in American City.
My friend Miss Sinnett suggested Centralia as the appropriate name for the State, which by this gift was really the central State; but in the present crisis, when South Australia finds the task of keeping the Northern Territory white too arduous and too costly, and is offering it on handsome terms to the Commonwealth, Centralia might not continue to be appropriate.
The conviction had something to do with her belief in Ann. Centralia, however, might be an avenue to something. Furthermore, she wanted to see Centralia. That was part of her passion for seeing the thing as a whole, realizing it. And she had a suspicion that if anything remained to forgive Ann it would be forgiven after seeing Centralia.