growther

Updated: May 31, 2025

Growther, wrathfully, "though you are under no obligations to me, you've got no business makin' game of me and callin' me names, and I won't stand it. You've got to be civil and speak the truth while you're on my premises, whether you want to or no."

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century

Growther welcomed him back most heartily and with an air of eager expectation, and when Haldane briefly but graphically narrated his experience, he hobbled up and down the room in a state of great excitement.

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century

But write to me or come to me whenever you wish." "Good-night, Mr. Growther; hate yourself if you will, but remember that the Bible assures us that 'God is love'; you cannot hate him." The power of truth can scarcely be overestimated, and the mind that earnestly seeks it becomes noble in its noble quest.

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century

"I've heerd tell of hearts bein' mended in my day." Haldane looked at him a moment, and, as he caught his old friend's meaning, he brought his hand down on the table with a force that made everything in the old kitchen ring again. "O Lord a' massy!" ejaculated Mr. Growther, hopping half out of his chair. "Mr.

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century

"Well, all I know is that he didn't marry her, and she ain't the kind of a girl to marry him, whether he would or no, and so they ain't married." "The infernal scoundrel!" thundered Haldane, springing to his feet. "The " "Hold on!" cried Mr. Growther. "O Lord a' massy! I half believe he's got to swearin' down in the war.

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century

The old man looked at him approvingly a moment, and then said sententiously: "Well, you may be a bad cuss, but you ain't a mean one." Haldane laughed outright. "Mr. Growther," said he, "you do me honor. I foresee you will trust me with your wood-pile to-night." "No I won't nuther.

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century

Then Haldane took his hat without a word. "Where are you goin'?" asked Mr. Growther, anxiously. "I neither know nor care." "Don't go out to-night, I expect somebody." "Who, in the name of wonder?" "Mrs. Arnot." "I could as easily face an angel of light now as Mrs. Arnot," he replied, pausing on the threshold; for even in his reckless mood the old man's wistful face had power to restrain.

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century

Growther watched him closely, and was satisfied that something was amiss. He was much concerned, and took not a little of the blame upon himself. "How can a man be a Christian, or anything else that's decent, when he keeps such cussed company as I be?" he muttered. "I s'pose I kinder pisen and wither up his good feelin's like a sulphuric acid fact'ry."

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century

Growther pondered over the question a few minutes, and then said sententiously: "I'm inclined to think the Lord gives us as good work as we're cap'ble of doin'. He'll promote you when you've growed a little more." The next morning Haldane received a message directing him to report at Mr. Ivison's private office during the noon recess.

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century

Auntie falters out one more message, "Tell Egbert that sister Amy's household have not our faith; suggest it, teach it if you can." Farewell, truest of friends. Mr. Growther was asleep in his chair when Haldane entered, and he stole by him and made preparations for departure with silent celerity.

Edward Payson Roe - A Knight of the Nineteenth Century