Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 21, 2025
In August of this year, I held another meeting for my old home church, Pleasant Hill. It resulted in a goodly number of additions. It was always a peculiar pleasure to hold a meeting among these old associates, and I held quite a number. In August, 1869, Bro. I. B. Grubbs and I met at Mt. Byrd to hold a protracted meeting. It was the first in their new house, after its completion.
Beau thrashed on with increasing enjoyment Grubbs resisted him less and less, till finally he slipped feebly down on the floor and grovelled there, gasping and groaning. Beau gave him one or two more artistic cuts, and stood above him, with the serene, triumphant smile of a successful athlete.
Grubbs, breathless with rage and fear, glared at him, but made no answer. "If you refuse to comply," went on Beau deliberately, balancing the horsewhip lightly on his hand, "I'll just tell you what the consequences will be. I've thrashed you once and I'll thrash you again.
He wrote the whole thing." "Well, he's dead," said Miss Vere with the utmost coolness. "So it wouldn't be much use asking him. HE can't answer, you'll have to answer for him." "I don't believe it!" exclaimed Mr. Grubbs. "He can't be dead!" "Oh, yes, he can, and he is," retorted Violet. "And a good job too! He was knocked over by a train at Charing Cross.
"You'd think we run a taxi joint here! Where am I goin' to get a night's rest, I'd like to know!" With the seven-mile tramp to town before him Archie was unable to sympathize with Grubbs' longing for slumber. He left the foreman tinkering the machine in which Putney was to be borne to the station, changed his hat for his cap and stole out of the sleeping quarters to the road.
"Then allow me to tell you, sir, that it is utterly false in every particular moreover that it is a gross libel, published with deliberate intent to injure those whom it presumes to mention, and that, whoever wrote it, you, sir, you alone are responsible for a most mischievous, scandalous, and damnable lie!" Mr. Grubbs was in no wise disconcerted.
"Will you apologize?" "No I I won't!" Beau made another threatening movement Miss Vere interposed. "Stop a bit," she said, regarding him with her insolent eyes, in which lurked, however, an approving smile. "I don't know who you are, but you seem a fighting man! Don't go at him again till I've had a word. I say, Grubbs! you've been hitting at me in your trashy paper."
A considerable addition will be made to the wealth of the race when a thousand other Eugene Grubbs arise and increase the productivity of thousands of other acres of potatoes. In his excellent little book, "The Art of Handling Men," Mr. James H. Collins says: Broadly speaking, the personal equation is that Something in a man that makes him effective in managing other men.
To bother himself further with the Congdons was not to his liking; he had ceased wishing that he had killed Putney; he wished now that the whole family were at the other side of the world where they wouldn't so persistently interfere with his affairs. Grubbs complained bitterly because upon him fell the duty of getting Putney into town to catch a west-bound train at midnight.
Grubbs still sat on the floor groaning. "You must eat those words," went on the Vere calmly. "Eat 'em up with sauce for dinner. The 'admired actress well known at the Brilliant, has nothing to do with the Bruce-Errington man, not she! He's a duffer, a regular stiff one no go about him anyhow. And what the deuce do you mean by calling me an offending dama. Keep your oaths to yourself, will you?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking