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What gain would come to a man with a heart of stone to be in an environment of perfect and eternal love!" Dorian finished the reading and laid the paper on the desk. For some time he sat very still, thinking of these beautiful words from his dear friend to him. Surely, Uncle Zed was very much alive in any environment which his beautiful life had placed him.
"These are the times," said the Bishop, "when the truth comes forcibly to us all that nothing in this world matters much or counts for much in the end but good deeds, kind words, and unselfish service to others. All else is now dross.... The mantle of Brother Zed seems to have fallen on Dorian Trent. May he wear it faithfully and well."
'Jarge, 'e zed, 'if I be took write to my wife and tell 'er it be the Lard's will and she be not to grieve. And I zed, 'So be, Jacob, and you'll do the same for I. Our Officer, Capt'n S T , d'you know 'en, sir? No? 'E com from Devizes way, he wur a grand man, never thinking of hisself but only of us humble chaps he said, 'Now for it, lads, and we advances in 'stended order.
It was the time when I read what Uncle Zed had written about sin and death." "O, I had not intended you to see that." "But I did, and I read carefully every word of it. I understood most of it, too. 'The wages of sin is death' That applies to me. I am a sinner. I shall die. I have already died, according to Uncle Zed." "No, Carlia, you misapply that.
She could not understand that a big, very-much-alive boy should have his mind so fixed on a dead girl that he should altogether forget there were living ones about, especially one, Carlia Duke. One evening Dorian met Uncle Zed driving his cow home from the pasture, and the old man invited the younger man to walk along with him. Dorian always found Uncle Zed's company acceptable.
"Uncle Zed. O, shucks!" "Well, of course, you do not have to go," said Dorian. "I think you're mean. I do want to go if Mildred is going." "I don't know Uncle Zed," said Mildred, "but if Mrs. Trent and Dorian wish me to go, I shall be pleased; and of course, you will go with us." "She's invited," repeated Dorian. "It's Uncle Zed's seventy-fifth birthday.
Then, after the University, there would be some Eastern College for a period of years, and after that, other work. The task Dorian had set before him was a big one, but it was a very important one, and no one seemed to be doing it as yet. He might fail in accomplishing what he and Uncle Zed and perhaps the Lord had in mind regarding him, but he would do his very best, anyway.
Trent's cupboard; a jar of apricot preserves, suggested by Dorian. Uncle Zed asked a blessing not only on the food, but on the kind hands which had provided it. Then they ate heartily, and yet leaving a generous part to be left in Uncle Zed's own cupboard. Then Dorian had a presentation to make.
"Well, a farmer doesn't usually amount to much, I mean in the eyes of the world. Farmers seem to be in a different class from merchants, for example, or from bankers or other more genteel workers." "Listen to me, Dorian Trent." Uncle Zed laid down his book as if he had a serious task before him. "Let me tell you something.
"I would like to." "Let's move on. Meeting is out, and the folks are coming home." They walked slowly back to the house. Mr. and Mrs. Duke soon arrived and told of the splendid meeting they had had. "Uncle Zed spoke," said Mr. Duke, "and he did well, as usual. He's a regular Orson Pratt." "The people do not know it," added Dorian; "perhaps their children or their children's children will."
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