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Wish I could look as cheerful, and had a bit o' your pleasant peace o' mind." "But you have forgotten one of my questions; I asked if you knew any ill of George Ludlow," said Fabens. "All I know, I can tell perty quick," said Troffater, and cooked his quid, and spit through his teeth. "What do you know, Tilly?" asked Fabens. "I know an awful cuss hangs over the feller," said Troffater.
His silence surprised them, and they feared he had been injured, or was in a fit, until a glance from Fabens checked their surprise and inquiries; and then they treated him as if he had joined in conversation, and nothing unusual had happened. A good supper was set before him, and a good family took seats around him, and Mrs. Fabens and Fanny more than once expressed the wish that Mrs.
O, don't cry so, Miss Fabens! as I was goin' to say I dremp a shaggy wolf ketched 'im, and craunched the little feller down, as ye'd eat a tender quail. Miss Fabens, don't cry now! he was all out o' misery perty quick. I dremp he was dead afore he was stript, or his little dimple hands was chanked to mince-meat; don't cry now."
"How you talk! Curse! what do you mean?" asked Fabens, with emotion, and a searching glance of his large and loving eye: "George Ludlow under a curse?" "Yis, under a cuss, an' may it please your honor," said Troffater. "Who pronounced it?" asked Fabens. "Scriptur!" said Troffater, drawing down his monkey brows over his little, black-and-blue eyes, and looking wise as a magistrate.
A week flew away, and his visiting was done, and Julia Wilmer was Julia Fabens, and with the blessings of fond parents, they departed for their far forest home. The journey was long and difficult for Julia to undertake.
But Fabens was so magnanimous he had thought it unmanly to ask security of the merchant, or distrust the assurances of men who had dealt so handsomely as they. She wondered she had not remembered to inquire about the old notes before, and was troubled till she could ask the question. At night she introduced the subject.
And then he ate but little; his throat was so dry he found it difficult to swallow. After supper they returned to the barn, and there Fabens told him in private what he thought of his crime. He talked very frankly. He used neither oil nor honey with his words. He warned him against the wickedness of crime, and against its awful punishments.
'Repent, said he, 'for the kingdom of heaven is at hand." "If the people heard more of this preaching," said Fabens, "they would rouse from their indifference, and live a heavenly life." "The world has been denounced for indifference," said the Minister; "but the world is not all to blame.
"As you are a minister, sir, will you tell me of what persuasion?" asked Fabens, while they conversed. "The persuasion of Christmas I believe," said the minister with a gentle affability. "I think little of sects. They are too exclusive and formal. I love the church of Christ. That is catholic and real; that embraces the good of all sects, and is the mother of us all." "I agree with you there.
As men permit its warm influence to stream down into their hearts, they will kindle and rise to a new and noble life, and walk and live in heaven." "I am confident of that," said Fabens, "and I am glad you are out on a mission of this gospel. I am sure we need it enough in this neighborhood." "Christians should be all on fire with the spirit of this religion now," said the Minister.
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