Stories from the Midland

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John Towner Frederick
Alfred A. Knopf, 1924 - 319 pàgines

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Pàgina 49 - All that the Father giveth me shall come to me ; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out. For I came down from heaven, not to do mine own will, but the will of him that sent me. And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day.
Pàgina 53 - And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery. And when they had set her in the midst, they say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses in the law commanded us that such should be stoned. But what sayest thou?
Pàgina 17 - Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river — Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.
Pàgina 272 - Would that have to be given up?" Hat's mouth opened slightly. "Oh, no, not necessarily," Sam said hastily. "You see, Hobart and Lenaville are only a few miles apart—" "Forty miles!" ejaculated Art. Sam waved his hand. "Oh— forty miles! What's forty miles these days? Henry could easily run that business at forty miles. Let that boy of his— what's his name? John, Joe? —stay with the business. Be the making of him. Besides, this place is full of possibilities if some one will take hold and...
Pàgina 49 - And this is the will of him that sent me, that everyone which seeth the Son, and believeth on him, may have everlasting life: and I will raise him up at the last day.
Pàgina 300 - Alphonse's hat; then they broke as one man, rushed to their swift saddle horses, and made off in a mad pursuit of Alphonse and Arkansas. Ride hard, brave men and courageous boys! Gallop, horses! Cut into tatters the prairies and the fields! You do not know that the flutter of blue over the hill was the last you are ever to see of the unfortunate Alphonse Jaccard ! . . . There are those who will tell you, my listeners, that this whole affair is only a dream — that it never happened! They were not...
Pàgina 120 - Yes, and she can go, all right; nice reader,' his father was saying. 'Well, I think this other one would just suit you.
Pàgina 279 - ... with raised pinkish flowers, the faint smell of bedding and musty carpet — life in the old house rushed blindingly before him. He stepped awkwardly up to the bed where his mother lay, shaking, and clutching with her brown misshapen fingers at the edge of the patchwork quilt. He tried to pat her gnarled bony shoulder. "Now, ma! What's all this?
Pàgina 274 - em fight it out among themselves. He sniffed slightly but made no answer. Art was forced to go on. "It seems to me that it's asking a good deal," he stated in his pulpit manner. "It isn't such a light thing to move a family like that even forty miles. And Henry has his business. Why should he be asked to change? A thing like that can't be settled offhand." "I should say not," cried Jen. Lou leaned forward and smiled at Art. "I thought we weren't here to decide what was light or easy for ourselves,...
Pàgina 105 - Syd's finishing the lands for me. Do you want to strike them out? It will be pretty hard around those old trunks, though.' The boy did want to. — 'Not much difference, is there?' — and at once turned his team into line. The absence of his father's accustomed brusque unconsciousness struck him readily enough as a blandness affected for the benefit of the neighbour. The hardness of the ground astonished him. He wondered how he could have thought of anything else since leaving his plow in the morning....

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