Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 21, 2025
Yocomb said I would not dare to wish her to do wrong." Mrs. Yocomb did not come down to dinner, and the meal was a quiet one. Mr. Yocomb's eyes glistened with a serene, happy light, but he ate sparingly, and spoke in subdued tones. He reminded me of the quaint old scripture "A man's wisdom maketh his face to shine." Whatever might be said against his philosophy, it produced good cheer and peace.
Yocomb's side, but still looked at the cloud with the same wide-eyed dread, as if spellbound by it. "To me," she resumed in her former tone, that only became more hurried and full of fear as the tempest approached, "these awful storms are no part of heaven.
"Indeed, I would like to see Mr. and Mrs. Yocomb's ancestors; and, now I think of it, some one of them should wear a jaunty, worldly hat to account for Adah. By Jove! but she was beautiful as she lay there, with her perfect physical life suspended instantaneously. If the lightning would only create a woman within the exquisite casket, the result would well repay what we have passed through.
I know of so many worn-out people in New York, both men and women, that I wish that Mr. Yocomb's words were printed at the head of ail our leading newspapers." "Yes," said Mr. Yocomb, "if editors and newspaper writers were only as eager to quiet the people as they are to keep up the hubbub of the world, they might make their calling a useful one.
Yocomb, in his warm, hearty way. Was I a profane wretch because the thought would come that if I could draw, in shy, hesitating admission, another story as old as the world it would be heavenly music? Could it have been that it was my intent gaze and concentrated thought that made her turn suddenly to me after complying with Mr. Yocomb's request?
As I entered she looked at me in utter bewilderment, then shrank with instinctive fear from the presence of a seeming intruder. I saw the impulse of her half-conscious mind, and called Miss Warren, who came at once, and her presence seemed reassuring. "What's the matter?" she asked, with the same thick utterance that I had noted in Mr. Yocomb's voice.
I take it as an omen that we may become friends in spite of my shortcomings. You should have been named first in the order of merit." "Mrs. Yocomb rarely makes mistakes," she replied. "That confirms my omen." "Omens are often ominous." "I'm prepared for the best." "Hush!" and she bowed her head in the grace customary before meals in this house. I had noted that Mr. Yocomb's bow to Mr.
Reuben sat down on the piazza, in his quiet, undemonstrative way. Miss Warren came down and stood close to Mr. Yocomb's side, as if she half unconsciously sought the good man's protection.
"The ideal government is that of an absolute and friendly power." I had a vague consciousness of being wakened from time to time, and of taking something from Mrs. Yocomb's hand, and then sinking back into an enthrallment of blessed and refreshing slumber. With every respiration life and health flowed back.
My approach had been unnoted, nor had I seen any of the family. Noiselessly as possible I opened the door and stood within the hallway. I heard Mrs. Yocomb's voice in the kitchen. Reuben was whistling upstairs, and Zillah singing her doll to sleep in the dining-room. I took these sounds to be good omens. If she had not come there would not have been such cheerfulness.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking