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He wouldn't be reasonable enough, intelligent enough, to take even the first step. And Raven could stay here and fight out the battle. Tenney wouldn't do anything dramatically silly. Tira was "'way off" in fearing that. He would only fix Raven with those unpleasant eyes and ask if he were saved. Very well, Raven agreed. It was worth trying. They must catch the first chance of seeing Tira alone.
"I'll help him in." Curiously, though Tenney had forgotten the hurt except as a part of his mental pain, now that his mind was directed toward it he winced, and made much of getting to the door. Yet it seemed to be in no sense to challenge sympathy.
To Raven there was suddenly a presence beside them: not a Holy Presence, such as they might well have invoked, but Old Crow. And he remembered how Old Crow had eased the mind of Billy Jones. "Tenney," he said, "don't you remember what Tira believed in? She believed in the Lord Jesus Christ. She believed He could forgive sins." "Do you believe it?" Tenney hurled at him. "Can He forgive that?"
Then, as Tenney frowned slightly and glanced at him in a questioning suspicion, he continued, "Then we're neighbors. My name's Raven." The man nodded. "They said you were comin'," he remarked. He held out his hand for the axe. Raven, loath to give it to him, yet saw no excuse for withholding it. After all, she was safely locked in.
"We ain't alone, Isr'el, be we?" she challenged breathlessly. "I dunno what you're talkin' about," said Tenney uneasily, and she laughed. It was, Raven wonderingly thought, a light-hearted laugh, as if she had no longer anything to bear. "Why," said she, "same as I told you. We ain't alone a minute o' the time, if we don't feel to be. He's with us, the Lord Jesus Christ."
Is life itself narrative in pattern? Can the foregoing question be answered without qualification? Discuss the comparative advantages of the narrative of action and the narrative of character. WILLIAM TENNEY BREWSTER: Introduction to "Specimens of Prose Narration." ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: "A Gossip on Romance." HENRY JAMES: Essay on Turgénieff, in "Partial Portraits."
"Oh, I know," said Dick, "New England's chock full of tragedy. But I tell you I've seen Tenney. He's only a kind of a Praise-God Barebones. Put him back a few hundred years, and you'd see him sailing for Plymouth, for freedom to worship God. Understand, Jack, I've seen Tenney." "Yes," said Raven drily, "I've seen Tenney, too. And seen him in action.
That would be Tenney. He must be accounting to himself for the lonesome house, though indeed Tira would have left some word for him. When she went up the path to Raven's door she was praying to the little imps of luck that Amelia might not be the first to hear her. She tapped softly, once, twice, and then Raven's screen came up and he looked down at her. They spoke a word each. "Hurry," said Nan.
I guess there will be things to break about the folks that are out in it." Tenney came up to him and peered down at him in blank terror. "Who's out in it?" he asked. "Who've you seen?" Raven laughed jarringly. It did seem to him grimly amusing to be dallying thus with a man's fears. He was not used to playing games with the human creature's destiny.
The section was scouted in December, 1876, by Joseph H. Richards, Lewis P. Garden, James Thurman and Peter O. Peterson, from Allen's Camp, and they participated in starting a ditch from the river. There appeared to have been no indication of occupancy when, in March, 1877, Ammon M. Tenney passed through the valley and determined it a good place for location.
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