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Brother Soulsby offered no further opposition, either by talk or demeanor, but returned contentedly to bed, pulling the comforter over his ears, and falling into the slow, measured respiration of tranquil slumber before his wife was ready to leave the room. The dim, cold gray of twilight was sifting furtively through the lace curtains of the front windows when Mrs.
We take these tunes, written by a devil-may-care Pole who was living with George Sand openly at the time, and pass 'em off on the brethren for hymns. It's a fraud, yes; but it's a good fraud. So they are all good frauds. I say frankly that I'm glad that the change and the chance came to help Soulsby and me to be good frauds."
Sister Soulsby interjected, with vivacity. "Well," said Theron, picking his words, "in the first place, it rests with the Presiding Elder to say whether an adjournment can be made until Tuesday, not with me." "That's all right. Leave that to me," said the lady. "In the second place," Theron went on, still more hesitatingly, "there seems a certain what shall I say? indirection in in "
He smiled as he spoke, in frank enjoyment of the prospect. Sister Soulsby nodded, and aided with a roll of her eyes the effect of mock-menace in her uplifted forefinger. "Oh, never fear," she cried. "You'll catch it hot and strong. But that'll keep till afternoon. Tell me, do you feel strong enough to go in next door and attend the trustees' meeting this forenoon?
"Well, I did what you told me to do," Theron Ware remarked to Sister Soulsby, when at last they found themselves alone in the sitting-room after the midday meal.
At the second peal of the door-bell, Brother Soulsby sat up in bed. It was still pitch-dark, and the memory of the first ringing fluttered musically in his awakening consciousness as a part of some dream he had been having. "Who the deuce can that be?" he mused aloud, in querulous resentment at the interruption. "Put your head out of the window, and ask," suggested his wife, drowsily.
The rest of Sister Soulsby was undoubtedly subordinated in interest to those eyes of hers. Sometimes her face seemed to be reviving temporarily a comeliness which had been constant in former days; then again it would look decidedly, organically, plain. It was the worn and loose-skinned face of a nervous, middle-aged woman, who had had more than her share of trouble, and drank too much tea.
One place can be worked, managed, in one way, and another needs quite a different way, and both ways would be dead frosts complete failures in a third." Brother Soulsby coughed softly here, and shuffled his feet for an instant on the carpet. His wife resumed her remarks with slightly abated animation, and at a slower pace. "My experience," she said, "has shown me that the Apostle was right.
"And the point is that I'm to be a good fraud, too," commented the young minister. She had risen, and he got to his feet as well. He instinctively sought for her hand, and pressed it warmly, and held it in both his, with an exuberance of gratitude and liking in his manner. Sister Soulsby danced her eyes at him with a saucy little shake of the head.
Theron looked earnestly at her, and said nothing. "And now take Soulsby," she went on. "Of course I take it for granted there's a good deal that he has never felt called upon to mention. He hasn't what you may call a talkative temperament. But there is also a good deal that I do know.
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