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Your lady friends' wraps comes in handy sometimes. Don't niver despise 'em, Phil, nor the ladies nather. You woman-hater!" O'mie's laugh was like old times and very good to hear. "I flung that thing round me, hood on me brown curls, an' all, an' then I flew. I made the ground just three times in thim four blocks and a half to Judson's.
Before leaving Calcutta an important change had taken place in Mr. and Mrs. Judson's views about the question of infant baptism. While on the voyage from America, Mr. Judson, knowing that he would come in contact with the Baptist missionaries at Serampore, had studied the subject in order to be able to defend his position to them.
When Judson's respectful knock responded, he said in tones of icy formality: "Judson, tell the steward to draw my tub." "I say," broke in a voice on the outer side of the curtain, "while you are drawing things, I wish you'd try your hand at this cork." There was a brief parley at the door, and a "Very good, sir," from Judson. Percival's anger rose.
Our man, Dever, was no exception. Judson's store had become the centre of all the gossip in Springvale. Judson himself was the prince of scandalmongers, who with a pretence of refusing to hear gossip, peddled it out most industriously. He had hurried to Mrs.
But who gave that whistle, I wonder. That's my call to Marjie." "Marjie's awful 'fraid of Injuns," I said to Aunt Candace that night. "Didn't want me to find who it was peeked, but I went after him, clear down to Amos Judson's house, because I thought that was the best way, if it was an Injun. She isn't afraid of anything else.
She is the only lady we have among us and every man in the class ought to remember it, and every man has since I've been here except this one." There was a slight murmur of applause. Judson's early training had been neglected as far as his manners went, and he was not popular. The professor looked searchingly into Oliver's eyes and a flush of pride in the boy's pluck tinged his pale cheeks.
"I can't understand how the fellow who called himself Hodges ever got Judson to write him a letter of introduction to me," muttered Mr. Farnum. "Do you know Judson's writing?" asked the police chief, suspiciously. "No-o-o," admitted Mr. Farnum. "But the letter was written on the letter-head of Judson's hotel." "Anyone can get a hotel letter-head," retorted the police official, sagely.
Sarah Judson's home was now once more in Moulmein, and into the work there she threw herself at once heart and soul. She superintended schools, held Bible classes and prayer meetings and started various societies for the spiritual and physical welfare of the women.
I racked my brains in the endeavour to recall the contents of that one missing letter; but although I sat in that social tomb, Miss Judson's best parlour, until I felt my blood becoming of an arctic quality, I could remember nothing that seemed worth remembering in the letters I had laid aside as valueless.
She looked at me wonderingly. "Why, I was only down there at Judson's. The baby's sick and Mrs. Judson sent for me after ten o'clock. I didn't come away till midnight. She may send for me again at any minute, that's why I'm not in bed. I wanted to stay with her, but she made me come home on mother's account. I ran home by myself. I wasn't afraid.
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