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On the advisory board were: Miss Charl Williams, vice-chairman of the National Democratic Committee; Miss Della Dortch, regional chairman of the National League of Women Voters; Mesdames A. H. Roberts, wife of the Governor; Guilford Dudley, third vice-president of the National Suffrage Association; John B. Gilmore, James S. Fraser and Miss Lutie Jones. Mrs.
The church was full. Every ear was attention; every heart aroused. And when finally good old Father Hyatt, with his thin white hair and tremulous voice, and eyes suffused with tears, told in tones of unaffected pathos, the sad story of Charl. Pie's death, I do not believe that even Jim Wheaton's eyes were dry.
The last one seen in Casterbridge must have been ten years ago, if a day." At this moment there was a shrill whistle, and the landlady said to the man who had been called Charl, "'Tis Jim coming in. Would ye go and let down the bridge for me?"
'Well, you must know this, that it was just after Aunt Charl had "washed her hands of me," matrimonially speaking, for the well, for the last time; and I was feeling very high and mighty, and Aunt Charl quite subdued, for her, that we gave a reception, the last before Lent. Of course he was there, and I had made up my mind that day that I would be honest with my own heart in spite of Aunt Charl.
Since there were so many committees at work it was decided to appoint a general chairman and Miss Charl Williams was the wise choice. From the time the special session was called anti-suffragists gathered in Nashville from Maine to the Gulf of Mexico, many of them paid workers.
"Ahoy is this the way to Casterbridge?" said some one from the other side. "Not in particular," said Charl. "There's a river afore 'ee." "I don't care here's for through it!" said the man in the moor. "I've had travelling enough for to-day." "Stop a minute, then," said Charl, finding that the man was no enemy. "Joe, bring the plank and lantern; here's somebody that's lost his way.
'I hope you won't hurt yourself doing it, my dear. 'O no, that I sha'n't! There's Charl Woollat, and Sammy Scribben, and Ted Gibsey, and lots o' young chaps; they'll wring anything for me if they happen to come along. But I can hardly trust 'em. Sam Scribben t'other day twisted a linen tablecloth into two pieces, for all the world as if it had been a pipe-light.
The landlady looked mildly at the invaders, saying in honest accents, "Good evening, gentlemen; there's plenty of room. I hope there's nothing amiss?" They looked round the room. "Surely," said Stubberd to one of the men, "I saw you by now in Corn Street Mr. Grower spoke to 'ee?" The man, who was Charl, shook his head absently.
Well, I had danced with them both, and he had just asked me to go with him into the conservatory, "to sit out a waltz," when M. Voisin came to claim it. I had for the moment forgotten it, and he had only time to say just one word "after." 'Well, I'll be candid, if it does humiliate me; after that waltz I eluded M. Voisin, leaving him with Aunt Charl, and went into the conservatory.
He stepped backward to the window with a broad smile, shook the foliage, nodded and looked smart. "I know," said the Colonel, with beaming eyes," many weeks." The next day "Charl " The best ear went down. "Send for a priest." The priest came, and was alone with him a whole afternoon.
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