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Updated: May 9, 2025
May lay awake in the summer's morning, meditating on his address to Dr. Hoxton, he heard the unwelcome sound of a ring at the bell, and, in a few minutes, a note was brought to him. "Tell Adams to get the gig ready I'll let him know whether he is to go with me." And, in a few minutes, the doctor opened Norman's door, and found him dressed, and standing by the window, reading.
'Railway shares? said Norman, in a tone that certainly did not signify approval. He disliked speculation altogether, and had an old-fashioned idea that men who do speculate, should have money wherewith to do it. 'No not railway shares exactly. 'Canal? suggested Norman. 'No not canal. 'Gas? 'Mines, said Alaric, bringing out the dread truth at last. Harry Norman's brow grew very black.
Norman's dark wet walk did him physically no harm, and morally some good. He started on it in that frame of mind which induces a man to look with indifference on all coming evils under the impression that the evils already come are too heavy to admit of any increase.
I've just come from Paris. I'm Mr. Zept's son. You know him?" The two boys straightened. Mr. Zept was one of the richest and most active citizens of Calgary. He was even ranked as a millionaire, having made his money with the other big horse ranchmen in that part of the world. He was a close friend of Norman's father and had been especially active in organizing the Stampede.
Norman's powers were not thought of the description calculated for regular mission work, and some of the chief aspirations of the young couple had had to be relinquished at the voice of authority without a trial. They had received the charge of persons as much in need of them as unreclaimed savages, but to whom there was less apparent glory in ministering.
Once he had said to Carlotta jestingly, "Well, his arms are almost as long as Norman's not quite maybe." "You go to the devil," was her polite reply. Tonight a storm came up, a brilliant, flashing summer storm. Eugene went out on the porch to watch it. Carlotta came also. "Well, wise man," she said, as the thunder rolled. "It's all over up here. Don't let on.
Harrow and alas! but they were worse than the others." "Would they not help you then?" "Nay, they sat tway and tway at a board, him that they call Aylward and the great red-headed man who snapped the Norman's arm-bone, and the black man from Norwich, and a score of others, rattling their dice in an archer's gauntlet for want of a box.
It suggested the vegetable garden, which with Norman's help she proceeded to start the very next morning. Plain spading in unbroken sod is not exactly what a boy of thirteen would call sport, and Norman started at the task with little enthusiasm.
As Keith, on his way to the bank of which Mr. Creamer was president, passed the mouth of the street in which Norman's office was situated, he looked down and saw quite a crowd assembled. The street was full. He passed on, however, and went into the big building, on the first floor of which Creamer's bank had its offices. He walked through to the rear of the office, to the door of Mr.
"I was led, I think," said Longfellow, "to write the 'Wreck of the Hesperus' by the words 'Norman's Woe' I had been reading one dreary night of the disasters that had befallen the Gloucester fishing fleet, and my eye met the words 'Norman's Woe. I went to bed, but the story haunted me. I arose and began to write, and the poem came to me in whole stanzas."
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