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The roads were completely blocked from fence to fence, and all sources of communication in Glendow were cut off. Each house was a little world of its own, a lighthouse in the midst of an ocean of snow where the long drifts piled and curled like hungry foaming breakers.
Some were pleased with Fraser's ignominious defeat, and treated it as a huge joke. But others were sorely scandalized. What would the members of the other church in Glendow say when they heard of it? To think that their clergyman should be racing on the river, and on a Sunday, too, while on his way to attend a funeral the most solemn of all occasions!
He wants to set the world on fire, an' has all kinds of new-fangled idees. He will never do fer a Councillor-never. What Glendow wants is a real practical man, one who understands human nater." "But Mr. Gadsby is a superior man," replied Mrs. Larkins. "He reads much, and is trying to farm along scientific lines." "Tryin' to farm! Yes, yer right thar, Mrs. Larkins.
Didn't the Holy Apostle say, 'Quit ye like men, be strong? 'Git up a pertition, sez I, 'an' git every decent, honest man in Glendow to sign it, an' send it to the Bishop. Tell 'im? sez I, that the parson isn't neglectin' his parish an' that yez hev full confidence in 'im. "'We don't like to do it, sez they. "'Why not? sez I. "'We don't like to stir up strife, sez they.
No, not that way, but by rising above him in manhood." "How? In what way, Nellie?" "Settle down to steady work. Redeem your home. Show Dick and the people of Glendow that you are not a fool or a pauper, but a man. Oh, Stephen, we want to be proud of you and I do, too." "Do you, Nellie, really?" "Indeed I do, Stephen." For an instant only their eyes met. For an instant there was silence.
But he was mistaken. Oh, yes, he didn't know what was beneath the ashes. Come, Steve, let's go an' ax 'im a few questions. Mebbe he'll explain things. Anyway we'll give 'im a chance. Come, let's hurry!" A Rope of Sand Silas Farrington was much disturbed by Tony Stickles' arrival in Glendow. He had always laughed at the lad, considering him a stupid, ungainly creature.
Trees lined the way, stern old oaks, beeches and maples the grove on her uncle's farm, the place where people came for miles to hold picnics. As Nellie walked along her thoughts turned often to Glendow. She wondered what Stephen was doing, and if his logs were rafted. She missed him greatly.
The buzz of gossip once more filled the air of Glendow. This last affray between Parson John and Farrington and the part Nellie had taken gave greater scope to the numerous busy tongues. Up and down the shore road and throughout the back settlements the news travelled. It was discussed at the store, the blacksmith shop, the mill, and in the homes at night, wherever a few were gathered together.
Read it read it for yourself," and with a trembling hand he passed over the letter. "My dear Westmore," so began the epistle. "What is the trouble between you and your parishioners in Glendow? I have recently received a petition signed by twenty of your people asking for your removal, on the following grounds: "First.
The church was crowded the day old Billy was buried, for a funeral in Glendow was always an important event. Parson John was clad in his simple robes of office and read the Burial Service in a resonant, well-modulated voice. Beholding such nobleness, gentleness and dignity of his face and bearing, only the most suspicious could associate him with any underhanded dealing.
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