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I shall never forget how fondly Margaret Hull patted the brown cheek of Trumbull with her delicate white band, as we rose. 'We all have our love stawries, said McClingan. 'Mine is better than yours, she answered, 'but it shall never be told. 'Except one little part if it, said Trumbull, as he put his hands upon her shoulders, and looked down into her face.
'And if I endure to the end, said McClingan, 'I shall have excellent Christian discipline; I shall feel like opening my mouth and making a loud noise. McGlingan changed his garments and then came into my room and sat with us awhile after dinner. 'One needs ear lappers and a rubber coat at that table, said he. 'And a chest protector, I suggested, remembering the finger of Force.
'All right! all right! gentlemens, he replied, and then, fearing that he had not quite squared himself, turned back, at the kitchen door, and added, 'Oxcuse me. McClingan looked at him with that leering superior smile of his, and gave him just the slightest possible nod of his head. McClingan came into my room with me awhile then.
"Your friend was just here," said the young lady, when I called again. "He is a very handsome man." "And a noble man!" I said. "And didn't I hear you say that he was a very skilful man, too?" "A genius!" I answered, "an absolute genius!" McClingan stopped and laughed heartily as he took a sip of water. 'What happened then? said Miss I-lull. 'She took him on my recommendation, he answered.
Now he has a weak chest, and when he begins to cough man, you are saved. Our host, Opper, entered presently, and in removing the tablecloth inadvertently came between us. McClingan resented it promptly. 'Mr Opper, said he, leering at the poor German, 'as a matter of personal obligement, will you cease to interrupt us?
Meanwhile my friends at the chalet were enough to keep me in good cheer. There were William McClingan, a Scotchman of a great gift of dignity and a nickname inseparably connected with his fame. He wrote leaders for a big weekly and was known as Waxy McClingan, to honour a pale ear of wax that took the place of a member lost nobody could tell how.
But she had somewhat in her soul that passeth all understanding I shall not try to say what, with so little knowledge of those high things, save that I know it was of God. To what patience and unwearying effort she had schooled herself I was soon to know. 'Can you not find anyone to love you? she said, turning to McClingan. 'You know the Bible says it is not good for man to live alone.
'Yes, in the midst of such affliction I should call it excellent fun, McClingan added. 'If you ever die, Force, I will preach the sermon without charge. 'On what text? the obituary editor enquired. "There remaineth therefore, a rest for the people of God,"'quoth McClingan solemnly. 'Hebrews, fourth chapter and ninth verse. 'If I continue to live with you I shall need it, said Force.
It had only a stimulating effect. I felt somehow like a cheap hired man badly overworked. I had lost all connection. I looked, and smiled, and nodded, and exclaimed, and heard nothing. I began to plan a method of escape. McClingan the great and good Waxy McClingan came out of his room presently and saw my plight. 'What is this? he asked, interrupting, 'a serial stawry?
'So that is "The Little Mother" of whom I have heard so often, said McClingan, as we came away. 'What do you think of her? I enquired. 'Wonderful woman! he said. 'I never heard such a voice. It gives me visions. Every other is as the crackling of thorns under a pot. I came back to the office and went into Mr Greeley's room to bid him goodbye.
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