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Men were not wanting who shrank from his thoroughgoing rationalism and felt that anything but reason must be the test of truth. Those who stood by the ancient ways found it easy to discover republicanism and the roots of atheistic doctrine in his work; and even the theories of Filmer could find defenders against him in the Indian summer of prerogative under Queen Anne.
"I've got to find her, Drew"; Gaston breathed hard; "none of you understand the situation in the least." "Perhaps we do, Gaston." The minister-instinct rose within the weak man, and gave him the sudden dignity that had always impressed Jock Filmer. For the life of him Gaston could not despise the young fellow. There was courage of purpose and conviction that ennobled his frail body.
"I was just wondering," he said, through the haze; "ain't there never no let up to that new-fangled idea of yours?" "None. That's the beauty of it." "Beauty? Huh! Well, we'll drop it. Feel like toddling down to Gaston's?" Drew rose at once. They passed down the pine-covered path slowly, and as they neared Gaston's shack, Filmer paused.
Filmer and the rest are sending out accounts they hope to collect, a good deal of property is on offer without any takers, but, at the bottom, I don't think the town is rattled. There's a sort of feeling that the works are too big to be wiped out." Clark smiled gravely. He was aware that to the townsfolk the works had become part of the landscape, and, imaginatively, not much more.
Property was stable, if lower than the high water mark, while Filmer and the rest settled down to steady business, somewhat forgetful of the man to whom were due the first tendrils of the tree of progress. But Belding, growing constantly in mental stature, could never forget.
So 'good-bye' is always in order even if you're going to drop in to-morrow. Good-bye." Joyce walked with him to the door. "Good-bye," she said with a growing doubt in her heart; "good-bye, Jock and I can never tell you how I thank you." It was many a long day before Joyce was to see Filmer again, and she always felt that she knew it as she saw him pass beyond the pines after that "good-bye."
Jock felt the relief of an unburdened mind; "is it in your religion to tie anything fast?" "Yes; yes." Drew was looking over the sunlighted hills and thinking of that lovely, dreaming face of a year ago. "And now," Filmer was drawling on, "while you and me are on this sort of house-cleaning spell, let me drop another item of interest into your think-tank.
Should the telegram for which he waited not confirm his decision, there was time enough to apprise Clark of the fact that night. And just then the mayor entered the office and sat down, mopping his face. "What about it?" he demanded presently. "I don't know any more than you do possibly not as much." "Well," said Filmer absently, "there's a lot going round.
Banghurst is about everywhere, the energetic M.C. of his great little catch, and I swear he will have every one down on his lawn there before he has finished with the engine; he had bagged the prime minister yesterday, and he, bless his heart! didn't look particularly outsize, on the very first occasion. Conceive it! Filmer! Our obscure unwashed Filmer, the Glory of British science!
Here again the correspondence of Arthur Hicks and his friend Vance comes to our aid. "I saw Filmer in his glory," he writes, with just the touch of envy natural to his position as a poet passe.
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