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Either to spite himself, or to show his confidence in one whom others regarded as utterly unworthy of trust, Mr. Growther remained away sufficiently long for Haldane to have made up a bundle of all the valuables in the house, and have escaped. The young man soon discovered that there were valuables, but anything like vulgar theft never entered his mind.
"You've got it! you've got it! and the genuine article, too, as sure as my name is Jeremiah Growther!" he exclaimed; "I'd give the whole airth, and anything else to boot, that was asked, if I could only git religion. But it's no use for me to think about it; I'm done, and cooled off, and would break inter ten thousand pieces if I tried to change myself.
After she had gone Haldane offered the money to Mr. Growther, but the old man only growled: "Chuck it in a drawer, and the one of us who wants it first can have it." For the next two or three weeks Mrs. Arnot, by the dint of considerable effort, kept up a supply of MSS., of which copies were required, and she supplemented the prices which the parties concerned were willing to pay.
If I do break down utterly, I feel as if I will become a very devil incarnate. O! how I wish that Mrs. Arnot was home." "Now this beats me all out," said Mr. Growther, in great perplexity. "A while ago you felt like a saint and acted like one, now you talk and act as if Old Nick and all his imps had got a hold on ye. How do you explain all this, for it beats me?" "I don't and can't explain.
Growther, and many who in some respects resembled them, were present. "Jeems," the discriminating sexton, had sagaciously guessed that the wind was about to blow from another quarter, and was veering around also, as fast as he deemed it prudent. "Ordinary pussons" received more than ordinary attention, and were placed within earshot of the speaker.
For a time he felt that he could not endure the pain, and he grew haggard under it. "What's the matter, my boy?" said Mr. Growther abruptly to him one evening. "You look as if something was a-gnawin' and a-eatin' your very heart out." He satisfied his old friend by saying that he did not feel well, and surely one sick at heart as he was might justly say this. Mr.
I s'pose they've got clear consciences." As the table began to fairly groan with good things, Haldane said: "Look here, Mr. Growther, are you in the habit of giving disreputable people such a dinner as that?" "If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for you," was the tart reply. "O, I'm not finding fault; I only wanted you to know that I would be grateful for much less."
I'll own up this toast is good, if I am eatin' it like a heathen. If you can't find anything else to do, you can take to cookin' for a livin'." "No one in town, save yourself, would trust me in their kitchen." "Well, it does seem as if a man had better lose everything rather than his character," said Mr. Growther thoughtfully.
Growther immediately suggested as remedies all the drugs he had ever heard of, and even volunteered to go after them; but Haldane said with a smile, "I would not survive if I took a tenth part of the medicines you have named, and not one of them would do me any good. I think I'll take a walk instead." Mr.
Haldane was silent, feeling that the old man's spiritual condition was too knotty a problem for him to solve. After a few moments Mr. Growther added, in a voice that he meant to be very solemn and impressive: "But I want you to enjoy your religious feelin's all the same. I will listen to all the Scripter readin' and prayin' you're willin' to do, without makin' any disturbance.
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