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He ended his formal little speech with a quaint, slow bow. "I wish he were worthier of it." "Oh, I am sure he is," she said, politely. "At least, you have our good wishes." Her eye fell on one of her companions. "Has n't he, Mr. Newby?" The latter only looked at the younger man and grunted. "Well, at least you have mine," she said, with an air of bravado. "Thank you. I 'll try to deserve them."
We are still at Newby Bridge, and nothing has occurred of remarkable interest, nor have we made any excursions, beyond moderate walks. Two days have been rainy, and to-day there is more rain. We find such weather as tolerable here as it would probably be anywhere; but it passes rather heavily with the children, and for myself, I should prefer sunshine. Though Mr.
All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring, Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of thy wing." Robert and Mary Davis started for home as soon as they could. Peter Newby got into an argument with old Mr. Stephenson, who by this time had become a sort of champion of Robert's and a crowd encircled them. Peter Newby found a match in the old man, for Mr.
At this time Colonel Newby, of the Illinois Volunteers, was in command of the United States forces stationed there. This gentleman informed Kit Carson that his appointment as lieutenant, made by President Polk, was not confirmed by the United States Senate.
The zeal of the church led them to hold meetings in the neighborhood surroundings, one of which was held in the neighborhood of the Fairmount School, where the debates had taken place. Peter Newby had spent considerable time in Bible study since those debates, but what his conclusions were, no one knew.
Peter Newby saw that it was useless to stay longer, so he rode away, feeling very angry at Jake for the mood he was in, and at himself for displaying such anger. Robert and Mary Davis went to Newbys' about nightfall and were given a cordial reception. After all was ready they all met in the parlor and discussed religion. A great many texts were read and talked over. Water baptism was investigated.
The false notion that there is sickness, it said, has led many to the grave, the false notion that there is a devil has led to the idea of sin. Much more it said which space will not permit us to narrate here. Kate Newby read on and on. She was longing for something better than she had. The arguments of the pamphlet seemed plausible to her, and she embraced them.
"That 's what the old colored man told a friend of mine." "If he does n't go to college till he wins with that horse," said Mr. Newby, "he is likely to find his education abbreviated." "I shall back him, anyhow." She settled herself in her seat. "Here, I 'll tell you what I will do. I will bet you he don't get a place," said Mr. Newby. "How much? What is a 'place'?" she asked.
One Sunday the church announced an all-day meeting and basket dinner in a grove near Peter's house. There were many present, but one person, whose eye glistened with the fire of energy, was conspicuous. "Why, there is old Peter Newby," said Mary to Robert, and they ran over and greeted him cordially. The evening was given over to a testimony and experience meeting.
But it shows nearly the whole extent of the lake, all the way from Lowwood, beyond Newby Bridge, and I think there can hardly be anything more beautiful in the world. The water was like a strip and gleam of sky, fitly set among lovely slopes of earth.
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