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Updated: June 8, 2025
The day that civilization and education took Sandy Morley into its keeping, saw Cynthia Walden astride Crothers' mule jogging down The Way to the factory. Sandy, arrayed in immaculate attire, was borne to his school among the New Hampshire hills by train and coach.
Kennon chuckled without humor. "Getting sunstroke is the least of my worries, Al," he said, but he allowed Al Crothers to usher him inside. "It's odd that you showed up right now," Al said, his dark face showing the curiosity that filled him. "I just had a call from Message Center not five minutes ago, telling me to have you call in if you showed up." Kennon sighed.
I believe in the force of a chaplain whose daily walk is with us; who, by example and precept, can win men to higher thoughts. He is the receptacle of secrets and much of the inner life of patients that physicians do not reach." In another letter to us, Dr. Crothers says: "Every asylum that I know of is doing good work, and should be aided and encouraged by all means.
At the wheel, both eyes on the compass, as the sea law bids, but both ears on the more-even-than-usual-alert, Curley Crothers felt the same sensations but expressed them otherwise. "Admiral's orders!" he muttered. "Maybe the admiral was drunk?"
Quite calm and uncaring Cynthia answered the questions put to her. She defended herself without once realizing that she was doing so. "Crothers got up suddenly and fell!" she said to the mistress of the boarding-house who was working over the man on the ground, bathing his face with snow and slapping his hands with her own rough ones. "Yes, the lamp overturned and the fire was so quick!"
Just copying letters and addressing envelopes and I will give you" Crothers paused; his sudden desire was carrying him perilously near the danger point of being ridiculous "I'll give you three dollars every week. Three whole dollars!" With vivid memory Cynthia recalled the long years that it had taken to earn the three dollars for Sandy's venture and she gave a little gasp. "Three whole dollars!
You'll have to take up your old friends and try to get Crothers into your firm. You may think your business is yours and not mine but if it's my life, it's my business, too! It's like four walls around me now, and I want to break out and so do you away from mere money! I've watched you, dear seen what a struggle has gone on inside of you it has worn you out! haven't you made money enough?
In due time, as Crothers did not liquidate, the firm became possessed of this tract. They hardly knew what to do with it. The timber was situated some fifty miles from the railroad in a country that threw all sorts of difficulties across the logger's path, and had to be hauled from nine to fifteen miles to the river. Both Morrison and Daly groaned in spirit.
"Like hell I will," the fat man growled. And Ethel blushed. How absurd she had been! In reply to her note, Dwight had telephoned that Sally would be there at five. Mrs. Crothers arrived at a quarter past. She was a small alert looking woman of thirty-five, slender, almost wiry, dark, with black hair worn over her temples. Her small mouth was strong and willful, but she had nice pleasant eyes.
But Crothers, who had won a hundred fights at least in cleaner climes, fought canny and tried to make the black man tire himself with wasted effort. And the Arabs sat in silence, like a row of vultures waiting for the end. Even the little children held their clamor and subsided into motionless calm. There was not a movement along the roofs or the wall, or in the rings of those who squatted.
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