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A.W. Cragg, whose health suffered severely from his three months' confinement. He tells of earnest work in that town so difficult to capture, of splendid parade services, and of an extemporised Soldiers' Home in the Wesleyan Church. At Arundel there was a tent of the S.C.A. and another at Enslin, and at each of these good work was done. Everywhere God was with His workers, and gave great success.
Cragg, her landlady, who was my Valentine in the house, as well as Doll Lane . . . . So home and to the office, there to end my letters, and so home, where Betty Turner was to see my wife, and she being gone I to my chamber to read a little again, and then after supper to bed.
'Come, my lord, says I, 'fair is fair, take your other whack. 'Damnation! says 'e, 'take your money an' go to the devil! says 'e, 'I thought you was flesh an' blood an' not cast iron! 'Craggy, my lord, says I, gathering up the rhino, 'Cragg by name an' craggy by natur', my lord, says I."
"No one ain't a-goin' to, Tom," said the one-eyed man soothingly, "not a soul, Lord bless you!" "I only wish they would," growled Cragg. "Ain't there nobody to obleege the gentleman?" inquired the red-headed man. "I'd fight any man as ever was born wish I may die!" snorted Cragg. "You always was so fiery, Tom!" purred the one-eyed man, blinking his pale orb.
The school was started and had the good fortune of its first four years' life under the care of a notable gentlewoman, Miss Annie Cragg Farthing, who was yet at its head at the time of this visit, but who died suddenly, a martyr to her devotion to the children, a year later; and a great Celtic cross in concrete, standing high on the bluff across the river, now marks the spot of her own selection a spot that gives a fine view of Denali where her body rests, and also the Alaskan mission's sense of the extraordinary value of her life.
I stopped there and then, and grasping my heavy staff waited its approach. "Be that you, sir?" said a voice, and I recognized the voice of Tom Cragg. "What are you doing and there of all places?" "Oh I ain't afeared of 'im," answered Cragg, jerking his thumb towards the gibbet, "I ain't afeard o' none as ever drawed breath dead or livin' except it be 'is 'Ighness the Prince Regent."
We go to Castle Cragg." "But why could you not have told me that before?" "My dear, I like to be agreeable. And people who are always setting others right are not so." "Is Lord Hurstmonceux at Castle Cragg?" "The earl is at Balmoral, in attendance upon her majesty." "Then why do we not go to Balmoral?" "The queen holds no drawing rooms there."
"'Ark to 'im, lads," he cried, pointing to me with the stern of his pipe, "'e be a fine un to stand up to Tom Cragg I don't think." "Tell 'un to go an' larn hisself to grow whiskers fust!" cried a second. "Ay, to be sure, 'e aren't got so much as our old cat!" grinned a third. "Stay!" cried the one-eyed man, peering up at me beneath his hand.
Our plots fall short like darts that rash hands throw With an ill aim that have so far to go, Nor can we long discovery prevent, We deal too much among the innocent. Howard. Lord Vincent was at Castle Cragg. Unable to absent himself long from the siren who was the evil genius of his life, he had come down on a quiet visit to her.
They told him what he already knew; that the Viscount Vincent had filed a petition for divorce from his viscountess on the ground of infidelity; that the lady was the daughter of an American chief- justice; that she was a beauty and an heiress; that Lord Vincent had formed her acquaintance at the President's house during his official visit to Washington; that he had married her during the past summer; and after an extended bridal tour had brought her in October to Castle Cragg, when the suspicions that led to subsequent discovery and ultimate separation were first aroused, etc., etc., etc.
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