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"Why, Horace, can this be possible?" Mrs. Everidge entered the room quickly and stood before her husband. Neither of them noticed Evadne. "My dear, many things are possible in this terrestrial sphere. What particular possibility do you refer to?" "That you have discharged Reuben?" The sweet voice trembled. Mr. Everidge's tones kept their usual complacent calm.
"Hum!" said the old lady ungraciously, "I hope it's better than the last wuz. Guess Mis' Everidge ain't ez pertickler ez she used ter be." "Aunt Marthe!" cried Evadne indignantly. "Why, everything she does is perfection!" "Land, child! There ain't no perfecshun in this world. It's all a wale, a wale o' tears. We'se poor, miserable critters, wurms o' the dust, that's what we be."
Aunt Kate and Isabelle are always talking about the sacrifices they have to make, and Mrs. Rivers carries a perfect bundle of crosses on her back. She is wealthy and has everything she wants, and yet she is always wailing, while Dyce is as happy as the day is long. Do the poor Christians always do the singing while the rich ones sigh?" Mrs. Everidge smiled.
Everidge laughed again, and Evadne thought she had never heard a laugh at once so merry and so sweet. "You send me into a rose garden, dear child, and tell me to select the choicest bloom out of its wilderness of beauty. How can I when every one has a different coloring and a fragrance all its own?
"Well," said Miss Riggs briskly, "I'm dredful glad you've cum, Evadne. It'll do Mis' Everidge a sight of good to have you, though Marthe Everidge is raised above the need of humans as far as any mortal can be on this earth. With all their inventions there ain't nobody discovered how to make spiritual photographs yet, or I would have the picture of her character in all the windows of the land.
Isabelle had said, the last time he had been called to prescribe for her frequently recurring attacks of indisposition, "he will have to wait for promotion now before he can think of marriage. It is very hard for him." So again the truth and the lie had mingled. Very sweet grew the life at 'The Willows' and Mrs. Everidge and Evadne and Miss Diana found their hands full of happy work.
Everidge's face between her hands and kissed it reverently. "I mean to devote my life to making other people happy, as you do, my saint," she said. "Board!" The conductor's cry of warning smote the air and the train passengers made a final bustle of preparation for a start. Mrs. Everidge caught Evadne close in a last embrace. "My precious little sister, I shall miss you every day!"
Tesla, the great electrician, has put himself on record as intimating that the want of sleep is a potent factor in the deplorably heavy death rate of the present day. He thinks sleep and longevity are synonymous, therefore it becomes us to bend every effort to attain that desirable consummation." Involuntarily Evadne looked at Mrs. Everidge.
"There's them that calls him Bony Lukins but I reckon he ain't no bonier than the everidge run o' men not a bit an' if he was I don't reckon his bones orto be throwed at him every time he's spoke to that away." Peter Lukins was a slim, sober faced, quiet little man with a long nose who worked in the carding mill.
But there is nothing special on the programme for to-day we will go and see my lady this very afternoon. As they went in to lunch, Richard Everidge leaned over to Pauline and whispered: 'You have not answered my question. Do you think it is possible for common, every-day Christians to live above the clouds?
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