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But Payson, Sr., simply died right in the middle of everything without any chance of a spiritual understanding "reconciliation" would be inaccurate with his son.
But none was to be found; and at the close of their alarming exhibition, the chief haughtily arose, bowed to the missionary, who was now seated again, and passed out; each of his followers imitating him in the salute as he glided from the room. "The Indians have taken down their wigwam, and gone away," said Tom to Mr. Payson, the next day.
Had Papa Payson not been absorbed in the forty-eight-page Christmas edition of the Los Angeles Herald, he might have overheard the following semi-conversation: " " "Main eight-double-eight." "Yes." "Is this the Westminster?" "Will you er that is did the Stanford Glee Club leave this morning?" "Oh! Will you tell me, please, whether Mr. Cecil Van Dyke left with them?" "Oh, I'm so sorry!
Payson smiled. He knew he was in for a thorough hazing by the boys. "That's all right. I'll get back at you some day when you and Bud " Polly interrupted him with a remark about minding his own business. Bud avoided entering into the conversation. He had walked toward the door and was standing on the steps when he answered for Polly.
"Sure, come in," cried Polly, glad to find any excuse to shake off the depression of Echo's dream. "Howdy, Mrs. Payson, just come over to see Jack," was the jolly Sheriff's greeting. "He's down at the corral," she informed him. Mrs. Allen hurried in from the kitchen at this moment, calling: "Echo, come here, and look at this yere cake. It looks as if it had been sot upon."
The man who first fought off the Apaches and who was now to offer himself as a sacrifice was only one of two Jack Paysons, a replica of his conscious self. Swiftly Jack Payson arose and faced the Indians. "Good-bye!" he cried to his comrade. Dick struggled to his feet and threw himself on Jack to force him down behind the barricade. For a moment both men were in full view of the Apaches.
"Haven't seen the newspapers lately?" "I never read the papers, Blair." "Right-o. But I had to.... Buck up, now, Dare!" "All right. Shoot it quick," returned Lane, feeling his breast contract and his skin tighten with a chill. "Red Payson has gone west." "Blair! You don't mean dead?" exclaimed Lane. "Yes, Reddie's gone and I guess it's just as well, poor devil!" "How? When?"
"All right," replied Bridge, "we can eat some of this canned stuff and have our ham and coffee after we reach camp tomorrow morning, eh?" "And now that we've gotten through Payson safely," suggested The Oskaloosa Kid, "let's change back into our own clothes. This disguise makes me feel too conspicuous." Willie Case had heard enough.
Payson have liberty to preach some part of the time in the year in the westerly part of the town." This was certainly a modest request, but was denied, the people of the east evidently thinking that if they yielded an inch they might, at no very distant date, have to travel two or three miles. All this, however, was but a skirmish.
The pleasant lozenge does not do the work. Rather let us set ourselves to do that for Christ which is most oppugnant to our natural feelings. You do not take part in prayer-meeting because you cannot pray like Edward Payson, or exhort like John Summerfield.
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