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Updated: May 18, 2025


This is what Eucken means by contending that it is not the business of Christianity to deal with social problems in any light but the light of Infinite Love. Without an experience of this deepest source of Christianity, we do not possess the equipment for doing anything more than patching and re-patching the evils of the world.

He did not attempt to repeat his last effort. The coffee came to the study unmixed with alien drugs. Sam, like lightning, did not strike twice in the same place. He had the artist's soul, and disliked patching up bungled work. If he made another move, it would, I knew, be on entirely fresh lines.

He had not replied to a letter I had written him to explain my conduct in the matter, but I afterwards learned that he had visited his son in Zurich by way of patching up a reconciliation. I went several times to St. Gall to see the young men, as they remained there during the winter months.

I'd've been a dead man if I'd worn it out on the surface of Eisberg." "What did he do to it?" she asked. "Fix it so it would leak?" "Yes but not in an obvious way," Mike said. "I'll give him credit; he's clever. "What he did was use the wrong patching material.

Katy did not think it very probable that she should stay to tea with Morris, but she made no reply, and walked away, while Aunt Betsy went back to the coat she was patching for her brother, saying to herself: "I'm bound to fetch that 'round.

He ended his story by making me admire his boots, which he said he still wore, patched though they were, and all their excellent quality lost by patching, because they were of such a first-rate make for long pedestrian excursions. 'Though, indeed, he wound up by saying, 'the new fashion of railroads would seem to supersede the necessity for this description of boots.

I put in the time patching up the harness and mending the stockyard and the roof, and, the third morning, I rode up the ridges to look for trees for fencing-timber. I remember I hurried home that afternoon because I thought the buggy might get there before me. At tea-time I got Mary on to the buggy business. 'What's the good of a single buggy to you, Mary? I asked.

"Them are the performers," said one boy to another "Wonder what that feller with the big hat does?" observed a second. "Turns the crank, guess," was the response. Patching pulled his hat farther over his eyes, and smiled gloomily at Tiffles, "They little think who I am," he murmured. "What a solemncholy mug that tall chap's got," said another youthful citizen.

I merely observed that it seemed to my inexperienced eyes an easy matter. A few strokes of yellow paint here, for sand, and a few strokes of blue paint there, for sky. But I am not even an amateur, and so my opinion goes for nothing." "I admire your frankness," said Patching. "Now let me convince you practically. Be good enough to stand near this window with me."

Presently, however, his eyes, which mayhap were somewhat dim with tears, became more accustomed to the hazy grey light and the moving figures that looked so like shadows. He could distinguish isolated groups now, women and girls sitting together under the colonnaded arcades, some reading, others busy, with trembling fingers, patching and darning a poor, torn gown.

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