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answered Slade arms asked bar-keeper bar-room better brandy called Cedarville countenance dangerous dead dear Dear father distillery Doctor Green dollars door drink ears ejaculation entered evil excited exclaimed eyes face Fanny father fearful feel Frank Slade glance Glasgow glass half hand Hargrove Harvey Green head heard heart hostler hour husband inquired instantly Joe Morgan Judge Hammond Judge Lyman landlord light lips liquor look Lyon manslaughter Matthew mill miller mind mother murder never night passed Poor-house porch promise quickly remarked replied ruin scarcely seemed seen sheriff Sickle and Sheaf Simon Slade sitting-room sleep soon speaking spoke started stood talk tavern tavern-keeper tell temperance There's thing thought tion to-night tone trouble turned uttered voice walked wife William Reid Willy Hammond wish words young Hammond
Page 46 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on His breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Page 60 - And then you took me up in your arms and kissed me, and said — 'Yes, Mary, I am your real father, Not old Joe Morgan — but Mr, Morgan now,' It seemed all so strange, that I looked into the bar-room to see who was there, But it wasn'ta barroom any longer; but a store full of goods...
Page 60 - ... Mr. Slade's great bull-dog Nero, and he growled at me so dreadfully that I was frightened and ran back home. Then I started again and went away round by Mr. Mason's. But there was Nero in the road, and this time he caught my dress in his mouth and tore a great piece out of the skirt. . . . But I ... kept right on until I came to the tavern and there you stood in the door. And you were dressed so nice. You had on a new hat and a new coat; and your boots were new and polished just like Judge Hammond's....
Page 159 - Reid, Edinburgh. This Work comprehends a large and classified selection of Facts, Opinions, Statistics, Anecdotes, and Comments on Texts of Scripture, bearing upon every department of the Temperance Question. New Edition, 704 pp., Crown 8vo, Price 6s, Post Free.
Page 44 - I'll try and walk there! I can sit down and rest by the way! Oh dear, how tired I am! Father, father! Oh dear! MORGAN. Here I am. Lie down, my child. I have not gone and left you. MARY. Oh, I know you, now! It is my father! Stoop down to me. I want to whisper something to you - not to mother. I don't want her to hear it - it will make her feel so bad.
Page 32 - There was so much of biting contempt in the tones, as well as the words of the half intoxicated man, that Slade, who had himself been drinking rather more freely than usual, was angered beyond self-control.
Page 12 - Come, landlord," he added, as he strode across to the bar, speaking in a changed, reckless sort of a way, "fix me up a good hot whisky-punch, and do it right; and there's another sixpence toward the fortune you are bound to make, It's the last one left — not a copper more in my pockets"— and he turned them inside-out, with a half-solemn, halfludicrous air, "I send it to keep company in your till with four others that have found their way into that snug place since morning, and which will be lonesome...
Page 13 - Well, he was a good miller — no one ever disputed that — and it's plain to see that he is going to make a good landlord, I thought his heart was a little too soft; but the indurating process has begun; and, in less than ten years, if it isn't as hard as one of his old millstones, Joe Morgan is no prophet. Oh, you needn't knit your brows so, friend Simon, we're old friends; and friends are privileged to speak plain.
Page 26 - Lynwood, and so did not care to trouble him any more. The upshot of the whole matter is, he broke down next, and had to sell the mill at a heavy loss." "Who has it now?" "Judge Hammond is the purchaser.
Page 38 - No ; and if he'll just keep away from here, he may go to on a hard trotting horse and a porcupine saddle as fast as he pleases. He's tried my patience beyond endurance, and my mind is made up, that he gets no more drams at this bar. I've borne his vile tongue and seen my company annoyed by him just as long as I mean to stand it. Last night decided me. Suppose I'd killed that child?