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"We shall all like to see them very much." There was a brief silence, as the horses trotted along. Thomas Strong's gaze roved across the Flat to the mountains, then rested again on his companion. Presently, he said: "Brother Elston, the other day you were speaking of vicarious work for the dead, 'temple work' you called it.
After a few seconds, the door opened. Nancy stepped into the rectangle of light thrown on the concrete from the window. "Terry," she said. "Terry, it's me Nancy Comstock." The blue-jawed young man in uniform frowned. "Who did you say you were? Have you got clearance from this area?" "It's me, Terry. Nancy. Nancy Comstock." Terry Elston stepped front and center. "That's not a very good joke.
"Another day we'll see Newsham Park, and the country around Knotty Ash way. Then again, there is some beautiful country up the Mersey and across to Birkenhead." The visitor was grateful for these offers. That evening Chester addressed some post-cards to his few friends in Chicago, one to Hugh Elston, one to Elder Malby in London, and one to Lucy May Strong, Kildare Villa, Cork, Ireland.
Hugh Elston took Julia's baby into his arms, where he lay cooing into the men's faces as they gathered around. The Patriarch, in slow, carefully chosen words, gave the babe its name and a blessing: "Chester Lawrence for this is the name by which you shall be known among the children of men " There was a moment's pause in the blessing.
They were, of course, fearful that I, too, would become a 'Mormon. Mr. Elston and my mother went west to Utah. I was sent to school, obtained a fairly good education, and while yet a young man, was conducting a successful business. "I had nearly forgotten that I had a parent at all, when one day, my mother, without announcement, came to Chicago. She had left her husband.
Maybe you don't know it, but Tippecanoe County is only about six years old. She was organized by the legislature in 1826. To show you how smart Elston and them other fellers was, they donated a lot of their property up in Lafayette to the county on condition that the commissioners located the county seat there.
There are only mounds and a few stones to show the site of the parish church of Thorpe-in-the-fields, which in the seventeenth century was actually used as a beer-shop. In the fields between Elston and East Stoke is a disused church with a south Norman doorway. The old parochial chapel of Aslacton was long desecrated, and used in comparatively recent days as a beer-shop.
There's a maniac behind me." Collins stepped forward and hit Elston behind the ear. He fell silently. Nancy stared down at him. "He refused to recognize me. He acted like I was crazy, pretending to be Nancy Comstock." "Come on along," Collins urged. "They'll probably shoot us on sight as trespassers." She looked around herself without comprehension. "Which way?" "This way."
I knew Nancy. Hell of a way to die, killed by some maniac." "Terry, I'm Nancy. Don't you recognize me?" Elston squinted. "You look familiar. You look a little like Nancy. But you can't be her, because she's dead." "I'm here, and I tell you I'm not dead." "Nancy's dead," Elston repeated mechanically. "Say, what are you trying to pull?" "Terry, behind you. A maniac!" "Sure," Elston said. "Sure.
"Sam," Nancy said, "one of those men is Terry Elston. He's a Waraxe boy. I went to school with him. He'll know me. Let's go in...." "No," Collins said. "We don't go in." "But " Nancy started to protest, but stopped. "Wait. He's coming out." Collins slid along the wall and stood behind the door. "Tell him who you are when he comes out. I'll stay here." They waited.
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