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The whole movement seemed senseless and hopeless, merely causing furious antagonism and outrageous embarrassment; for Mrs. Walton's perversities as director of the bank had been felt far and wide in the country districts, where farmers were not only unable to secure loans, but many who had mortgaged their land to the Mosely Estate now found themselves facing the possibility of foreclosure.
Mosely would have forgiven her even more warmly, because it was a woman taken in actual adultery who was forgiven, while Charity had tactlessly fought the charge and demanded vindication instead of winsomely appealing for pity. By a roundabout road of self-surrender she had come to the same destination that she might have reached by the straight path of self-indulgence.
Ben began to see that he was playing a part, and, with assumed gravity, he looked to see what effect it would have on their new friend. "I say, stranger, don't handle that weapon of yours so careless," said Mosely uneasily. "I guess you're right," said Bradley, appearing to calm down. "Once I was swingin' my gun kinder careless, and it went off and hit my friend, Jim Saunders, in his shoulder.
"Look here, Carter, what the do you mean by selling the Signal to these blankety-blank-blank women?" he exclaimed as the editor started back astonished and for the moment disconcerted. "Didn't. The Mosely Estate owned a mortgage covering the paper; you know that!" he answered quickly. "And you know the Signal was the official organ of our party. And you've betrayed like "
That note, so lightly written in seeming, had been torn from a desperate heart and written in tears and blood. Since she had learned that her husband really loved Zada and that she was going to mother him a child, Charity had been unable to adjust her soul to the new problem. The Reverend Doctor Mosely had promised her advice, but the poor man could not match his counsel with the situation.
Thomas Hawkes, at Mosely, three miles from Birmingham, in whose shrubbery I am now writing. I shall stay at Birmingham a week longer. I have seen a letter from Mr. Edwards, the minister here, and entirely related to me. Of me, and my composition, he writes in terms of high admiration, and concludes by desiring Mr.
Come, now, how many men have you killed, first and last?" "About twenty, I should think," answered the bully, who seemed to grow meeker and more peaceable as Bradley's apparent reckless ferocity increased. "Only twenty!" exclaimed Bradley contemptuously. "Why, that's nothing at all!" "How many have you killed?" asked Mosely uneasily. "Seventy or eighty, I should say," answered Bradley carelessly.
That surely meant, "If thy husband offend thee, divorce him." She went to church, her ancestral Episcopalian church, where her revered Doctor Mosely, the kindliest old gentleman in the world, had poured sermons down at her like ointment and sent prayers up like smoke since she was a little girl.
He thought how soothing it would be to her bruised heart, what carron-oil to her blistered reputation, if he got Doctor Mosely to perform the ceremony. Jim was so delighted with the stroke of genius that he went immediately to the pastor's house. The dear old man greeted him with a subdued warmth. "This is an unusual privilege, dear boy. I haven't seen you for oh, ever so long.
And everywhere men were gathered in groups talking about something the Something. The business of the town was like a house toppling upon sand as long as no one knew what was to be the disposition of the Mosely Estate. This was what every one was talking about.
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