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Don't stand there as though you had never seen me before." "Well, it has been ages since I saw you," he declared, seating himself on the edge of the waste-box. "Yes, all of twenty-four hours. I passed you yesterday and you looked me right in the face, and never even said 'Howdy. If you were anyone else, George Udell, I'd make you wait awhile before you got another chance to do me that way."
About one o'clock on the following Wednesday, Uncle Bobbie Wicks dropped into the printing office. Udell had not returned from dinner. "Good afternoon, Mr. Wicks," said Dick, looking up from his work, "take a seat. You want to see a proof of those letter-heads, I suppose. Jack, take a proof of that stuff of Mr. Wicks'." Uncle Bobbie sank, puffing, into a chair. "I jing. Wish't I didn't get so fat.
Wicks, or as he was more often called, Uncle Bobbie, was an old resident of the county, an elder in the Jerusalem Church, and Rev. Cameron's right-hand man. "Well," he said, as he handed George the proper papers, "that place is your'n, young man, what are ye goin' to do with it?" "Oh I don't know," replied Udell, "it's handy to have round; good building spot, isn't it?"
I've thought of it many a time since though, and asked the Lord to forgive me for sech carelessness. And so he's got a job with you, has he? Well, I'm mighty glad. But say, George, were you at our church yesterday?" "No," answered Udell, "Why?" "Oh, nothin'; only I thought from the way you've been preachin' Cameron's sermon, that you'd heard him give it, that's all."
"An' there's George Udell, he aint going to keep hanging around forever, I can tell you; there's too many that'ud jump at his offer, fer him to allus be a dancin' after you; an' when you git through with your foolishness, you'll find him married and settled down with some other girl, an' what me and your father'll do when we git too old to work, the Lord only knows.
And something in his face assured his friend that whatever it was that prompted his strange request, Dick was still master of himself. Late that night as Udell passed the office on his way home, after spending the evening with Miss Wilson, he was astonished to see Jim Whitley entering the building. He stood watching for a moment; then fearing possible danger for Dick, he ran lightly up the stairs.
"O, indeed, you must not think of it," said Amy. "But I would enjoy it," he answered. "You need to rest after your day's work," she replied; "and besides, it would be so much trouble for you to come way down here in the night. No, you need not mind; this will do very well." "But we often work after hours, and I I do not live far from here," said Dick. "What do you think, Mr. Udell?"
"Seems to me that word is a little strong for those who put up their rings and stuff last night," said Udell; "and anyway, I know one in the crowd who was in earnest." "You are right, George," returned Dick. "I spoke harshly. I know there are earnest ones in the church, but I don't see how they stand it. But you're dodging my question. Do you believe in Christ as the Saviour of men?"
Udell, fer fifteen hundred, 'bout a year ago; an' I want to tell you young folks, right now, that whether he's a Christian er not, George Udell is the whitest man in this city, and the fellow what says anythin' again him's got me to whip."
While the members of the Ministerial Association were engaged in discussing Rev. Cameron's much-abused sermon, the printer, George Udell, dropped in at the office of Mr. Wicks, to make the final payment on a piece of property which he had purchased some months before. Mr.
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