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At that period Pepper's Ghost chanced to be the great novelty of New York City, and Artemus Ward was casting about for a novel title to his old lecture. Whether he or Mr. De Walden selected that of "Artemus Ward's Struggle with a Ghost" I do not know; but I think that it was Mr. De Walden's choice. The title was seasonable, and the lecture successful.

Hence, as I say, if the mortal remains of a saint are enshrined within that reliquary, the spirit or 'soul' enveloping it MAY work 'miracles, for all we dare to know!" He paused, and looking kindly at Walden's grave and somewhat troubled face, added "Some day, when we are in very desperate straits, John, we will am what your saint can do for us!" He smiled.

This, as she saw the clergyman's tall athletic figure entering Mrs. Tapple's tiny garden, "Good-morning, Mr. Walden!" and as he raised his hat, she smiled graciously "I want to send off a French telegram, and I'm afraid it's rather difficult " A glance at Mrs. Tapple explained the rest, and Walden's eyes twinkled mirthfully. "Perhaps I can be of some use, Miss Vancourt," he said. "Shall I try?"

That from a mere ruin, had under John Walden's incumbency become a gem of architecture, so unique and perfect as to be the wonder and admiration of all who beheld it, and whereas in the early Victorian reign a few people stopped at Riversford because it was a county town and because there was an inn there where they could put up their horses, so a few people now went to St.

Onct one of them come back" and here Morley came closer to Sandy "it was back in ole Miss Ann Walden's early days he came back and something happened!" The whisper made Sandy creep with chill. "What?" he asked, hoarsely. "He done a mighty wrong to Miss Ann's little sister, her that was called Queenie and looked it!

The maid, Nancy Pyrle, was hustled off to 'wait on Miss Vancourt upstairs, and don't be clumsy with your 'ands, whatever you do! Primmins, the butler, was sent to remove the tea-things from the morning-room, at which command he turned round somewhat indignantly, asking 'who are you a-orderin' of; don't you think I know my business? Spruce himself, unhappily coming by chance to the kitchen door to ask if it was really true that Miss Vancourt had arrived, was shrilly told to 'go along and mind his own business, and so it happened that when Bainton appeared, charged with the Reverend John Walden's message concerning the Five Sisters, he might as well have tried to obtain an unprepared audience with the King, as to see or speak with the lady of the Manor.

And with this, a great crown of crimson and white blossoms, set on a tall, gaily-painted pole and adorned with bright coloured ribbons, came nid-nodding down the box-tree alley to the middle of the lawn opposite Walden's study window, where it was quickly straightened up and held in position by the eager hands of some twenty or thirty children, of all sizes and ages, who, surrounding it at its base, turned their faces, full of shy exultation towards their pastor, still singing, but in more careful time and tune: "The Heavenly gates are open wide, Our paths are beaten plain, And if a man be not too far gone, He may return again.

My friends were sorry, and I felt ashamed of myself for being so easily knocked up or knocked down. How thoroughly I entered into Frau von Walden's honestly-expressed dislike to "roughing it"! Yet it was not only the uncivilised look of the place, nor the coarse food, nor the want of comfort that made me feel that one night of Silberbach would indeed be enough for me.

I saw him going there twice this week. 'Liza Walden's got ahead of you at last, Mary." "Well, I never did!" said Mrs. Bentley. "Well, Young Si is the first that ever preferred 'Liza Walden's butter to mine. Everyone knows what hers is like. She never works her salt half in. Well, Young Si's welcome to it, I'm sure; I wish him joy of his exchange." Mrs. Bentley rattled her dishes ominously.

Pembroke's eyes beamed with exultant light. Von Walden's face was without expression. As for the Prince, he still wore that bantering smile. He was confident of the end. He knew that I was a tyro, whereas he had faced death many times. I sighed. I knew that I should not aim to take his life. I was absolutely without emotion; there was not the slightest tremble in my hand as I accepted the pistol.

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