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Growther thought a few moments, and muttered to himself, "What a cussed old fool I've been to think that rhubob and jallup could touch his case! He's got something on his mind," and with a commendable delicacy he forbore to question and pry.
Growther, entering the gate. "Can you name any good reason why I should not be here?" asked Haldane, somewhat nettled. "No, but I could plenty of bad reasons." "Keep them to yourself then," said the young man, sullenly resuming his work. "You talk as if you was an honest man," growled the old gentleman, hobbling into the house.
One evening Mr. Growther was dozing as usual between his cat and dog, when some one lifted the latch and walked in without the ceremony of knocking. "Look here, stranger, where's yer manners?" snarled the old gentleman. Then catching a glimpse of the well-remembered face, though now obscured by a tremendous beard, he started up, exclaiming, "Lord a' massy! 'taint you, is it?
Growther to-day, and he appears very willing that you should return to his house for the present. Strange old man! I want to know him better, for I believe his evil is chiefly on the outside, and will fall off some day, to his great surprise." The glare of the streets was intolerable to Haldane after his confinement, and he hastened through them, looking neither to the right hand nor to the left.
"Do you mean to say he feels that way toward me all the time, in spite of all my cantankerous moods?" asked Mr. Growther eagerly. "Most certainly." "I wouldn't a' thought it if I'd lived a thousand years." "What, then, is conversion?" asked Haldane, feeling as if he were being led safely out of a labyrinth in which he had lost himself.
Having cleared the table, Haldane lighted a candle kerosene lamps were an abomination that Mr. Growther Would not abide and began reading aloud the "Evening Spy." The old gentleman half listened and half dozed, pricking up his ears at some tale of trouble or crime, and almost snoring through politics and finance. At last he was half startled out of his chair by a loud, wrathful oath from Haldane.
I must do my part myself, he says, yet I am wholly dependent on the will and co-operation of another. Just what am I to do? Just when and how will the help come in? How can I know that it will come? or how can I ever be sure that I have been converted?" "O, stop splittin' hairs!" said Mr. Growther, testily.
Having made it clear to the perverse Jeremiah Growther against whom he seemed to hold such an inveterate spite what he must do, he arose and called to Haldane: "What are you doin' out there in the rain?" "I'll be through in a few minutes." "I don't want the rest done till mornin'." "It will pay neither of us for me to come back here to do what's left."
I ask but one favor, please look after Mr. Growther. He is growing old and feeble; I owe him so much Mrs. Arnot will tell you. Yours " "He couldn't write a word more, Miss, the train was a movin' when he jumped on," said Michael when he delivered the note. But that final word had for Laura no conventional meaning.
"I don't s'pose there's any use of two such reprobates as us thinkin' about sayin' grace," said Mr. Growther, taking his place at the head of the table; "and yet, as I said, I allers have a sneakin' wish jest to go through the form; so we'll all begin in the same way cat and dog and God's rational critters. Howsomever, they don't know no better, and so their consciences is clear.
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