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In 1899 he was called to Plymouth Church, Brooklyn, to succeed Dr. Lyman Abbott in the pulpit made famous by the ministry of Henry Ward Beecher. By his strong personality and mental gifts he draws to his church a large and eager following. His best known books are "A Man's Value to Society," and "The Investment of Influence." Born in 1858 Comfort ye, comfort ye, my people, saith your God, &c.
The Saints now thought it time to protect themselves from the mobs, so they organized a company of state militia. Lyman Wight was an officer in this militia and he commanded the men. He succeeded in driving the mob from Daviess county, but this of course, only made the excitement the greater.
You slip upstairs under the protecting shadow of the associate coach, passing the suspicious eyes of the trainers and the hurried, unsympathetic glance of Lyman, the manager, and you find your particular hero lying on his bed in all the glory of his new sweater with its clean white S, a great fresh specimen of the lustiest student-body in the world.
Yes, sir, she's here, and I was never more surprised in my life." "I am not surprised," Lyman replied. "I expected her." "The deuce you did! Then you know her." "Know her. Of course I do." "Then why didn't you tell me?" "Tell you? What do you mean?" "Why, I mean that you ought to have told me. What's her name?" "Look here, have you gone crazy?" "No, but you have.
Lyman got up, handed McElwin a chair, and without speaking, sat down again. McElwin stood with his hands on the back of the chair, looking at Lyman, and evidently embarrassed as to what he ought to say. "Beautiful morning," said Lyman, seeing his embarrassment and feeling that it was his duty as host to help him out of it. "Yes, very bright after the rain."
But they are madder at Henry Bostic than at anyone else. And really, he's the only one that's guilty. But I don't blame him much. The McElwins have always made fun of him." "What are you going to do, Lyman?" the old man asked. "Nothing. I am satisfied." "Don't say that, Mr. Lyman," the old woman pleaded. "Don't distress a proud family."
Straightway he went to the bank and sent his name into the private office. McElwin came to the door. "Why, come in, Mr. Lyman," he said cordially, extending his hand. Lyman shook hands with him and entered the room. The great clock began to strike. McElwin looked up at it and then said: "Have a seat, please." Lyman sat down. McElwin did not permit the silence to become embarrassing. "Mr.
Lyman Cass, the hook-nosed consort of the owner of the flour-mill. Mrs. Cass's parlor belonged to the crammed-Victorian school, as Mrs. Luke Dawson's belonged to the bare-Victorian. It was furnished on two principles: First, everything must resemble something else.
"Yes, we've found out something," said he, "but it is not very good news, I am sorry to say. Dacie and Lyman traced the car that carried Lola as far as Buzzard's Bay and discovered that there " "Yes?" interrupted Walter, so intent on the story that he was unconscious of interrupting. "There," repeated Mr.
Mertzheimer, Senior, sympathized with his aggrieved son and stormed and vowed he'd see if he'd vote for that red-headed snip of a teacher next year. The Reists thought they were somebody, anyhow, and they had no more money than he had, perhaps not so much. What right had she to be ugly to Lyman when he did her the honor to ask her to marry him? The snip! He'd show her!
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