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Updated: May 3, 2025
It is easy enough now to sleep most of the hours away across the and lands that lie between the Rockies and the Coast Range mountains, where the great "through limiteds," swinging down their long trail of steel, sweep farther in one day than we crept in two long, weary weeks in that October fifty years ago. Only Father Josef's unerring Indian accuracy brought us through.
Even to his mother Frank could not bring himself to mention Katrine's name, and he avoided all explanations by cabling his reply: Will arrive in Paris on the 20th. The yearly recital of Josef's pupils is an event to which Paris looks forward with interest, for the great teacher makes of it always an artistic triumph.
"That would be something to mourn over. But you shouldn't complain at their good healthy appetites." Cheered by Josef's jests the work went on. The endless monotony of feeding and clearing up, feeding and clearing up continued. Sometimes it seemed as if nothing was being accomplished.
I shall love you, as the Bedouin melody runs, "But I know that it will end as Uncle Esmond's and Father Josef's loving did, in my living my life alone." Eloise quickly withdrew her hand, and the pain in her white face haunts me still. "I do not want to hurt you, oh, Eloise. I know I do wrong to speak, but to-night will be the last time.
We don't want a king who cannot understand and, consequently, may spoil our best plans." "Wouldn't he be controlled?" "You mean by his wife, by Trusia? He may, if she takes his fancy. If not, he may lose interest, and fall under other control." "You mean Josef's?" "Yes." "It seems complications are likely to arise." "It is not too late for you to draw out," replied Sobieska coldly.
In a minute they had passed a turn in the street, and there was only sandy earth and dust-colored walls and a yellow glare above them, where a moment ago had been a shimmer of sunset's gold. "The one haven of safety always is the holy sanctuary." Father Josef's words sounded in my ears, and the face of old San Miguel seemed to wear a welcoming smile.
"I remember now that, while the rest of his face looked remarkably like a freshly scrubbed one, there was a long dark smear along one of Josef's eyebrows as we brought you into the house; but that is not enough to convict him of the treason, however strong a suspicion it arouses. Well, things are looking a trifle as if Vladimar not only knows where we are, but why we are here.
"Another glass, Watson!" said Mr. Sherlock Holmes as he extended the bottle of Imperial Tokay. The thickset chauffeur, who had seated himself by the table, pushed forward his glass with some eagerness. "It is a good wine, Holmes." "A remarkable wine, Watson. Our friend upon the sofa has assured me that it is from Franz Josef's special cellar at the Schoenbrunn Palace.
I wondered many things concerning Father Josef's presence there, but I had the grace to ask no questions as we five journeyed over the rolling green prairies of Kansas in the pleasant time of year which the Hopi calls the Moon of the Peach Blossom. The priest appeared hardly a day older than when I had first seen him, and he chatted genially as we rode along.
Josef's Tod. Between the journey to Jerusalem and the public appearance of Jesus, chronologers place the death of Joseph, but the exact date is not ascertained: some place it in the eighteenth year of the life of our Saviour, and others in his twenty-seventh year, when, as they assert, Joseph was one hundred and eleven years old.
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