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He strolled aimlessly over, after a time, to the desk by the window, and stood there looking out at the slight figure of Brother Soulsby, who was bending over and attentively regarding some pink blossoms on a shrub through what seemed to be a pocket magnifying-glass. What remained uppermost in his mind was not this interesting woman's confident pledge of championship in his material difficulties.
At a signal from Sister Soulsby the steward got up, and, in an unconcerned sort of way, went through the throng to the rear of the church, locked the doors, and put the keys in their pockets.
Brother Soulsby amiably filled the interval with reminiscences of the Oregon of twenty years back, with instructive dissertations upon the soil, climate, and seasons of Puget Sound and the Columbia valley, and, above all, with helpful characterizations of the social life which had begun to take form in this remotest West.
Well, to make a long story short, we finally went into the thing ourselves." "Tell me one thing," interposed Theron. "I'm anxious to understand it all as we go along. Were you and he at any time sincerely converted? that is, I mean, genuinely convicted of sin and conscious of you know what I mean!" "Oh, bless you, yes," responded Sister Soulsby. "Not only once dozens of times I may say every time.
"Oh, the Precious Blood!" "Blessed be His Name!" "Seek Him, and you shall find Him!" "Cling to Jesus, and Him Crucified!" The Rev. Theron Ware did not, with the others, descend from the pulpit. Seated where he could not see Sister Soulsby, he had failed utterly to be moved by the wave of enthusiasm she had evoked. What he heard her say disappointed him.
You know how it breaks you up all day, not to get your full sleep." "I don't care if it makes me look as old as the everlasting hills," she said. "Can't you understand, Soulsby? The thing worries me gets on my nerves. I couldn't close an eye, if I tried. I took a great fancy to that young man. I told you so at the time." Soulsby nodded, and turned down the wick of his lamp a trifle.
The bell-pull scraped violently in its socket, and a third outburst of shrill reverberations clamored through the silent house. "Whatever you do, I'd do it before he yanked the whole thing to pieces," added the wife, with more decision. Brother Soulsby was wide awake now. He sprang to the floor, and, groping about in the obscurity, began drawing on some of his clothes.
Soulsby had always hungered and longed to own a garden and raise flowers, and had never been able to stay long enough in one place to see so much as a bean-pod ripen. So we took a little place in a quiet country village down on the Southern Tier, and he planted everything three deep all over the place, and I bought a roomful of cheap good books, and we started in.
The Elder responded with another gesture, calling his attention to something going on in front. Brother and Sister Soulsby, to the considerable surprise of everybody, had risen to their feet, and were standing in their places, quite motionless, and with an air of professional self-assurance dimly discernible under a large show of humility. They stood thus until complete silence had been secured.
"Oh, we were going to be frank, you know," she added, with a pleasant play of mingled mirth and honest liking in her eyes. "No," he said, picking his words, "my point would rather be that that there ought not to have been any of what you yourself call this this 'dirty work. THAT is my feeling." "Now we're getting at it," said Sister Soulsby, briskly.
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