N 95 Mask e success of our efforts. What a river I said to my companion, thinking of all the way we had traveled from the source in the Black Forest, and how n 95 mask we had often been obliged to wade and push in the upper shallows at the beginning of June. Won t stand much nonsense now, will it he said, pulling the canoe a little farther into safety up the sand, and then composing himself for a nap. I lay by his side, happy and peaceful in the bath of the elements water, wind, sand, and the great fire of the sun thinking of the long journey that lay behind us, and of the great stretch before us to the Black Sea, and how lucky I was to have such a delightful and charming traveling companion as my friend, the Swede. We had made many similar journeys together, but the Danube, more than any other river I knew, impressed us from the very beginning with its aliveness. From its tiny bubbling entry into the world among the pinewood gardens of Donaueschingen, until this moment when it began to play the great river game of losing itself among the deserted swamps, unobserved, unrestrained, it had seemed to us like following the growth of some living creature. Sleepy at first, but later developing violent desires as it became conscious of its deep soul, it rolled, like some huge fluid being, through all the countries we had passed, holding our little craft on its mighty shoulders, playing roughly with us sometimes, yet always friendly and well meaning, till at length we had come inevitably to regard it as a Great Personage. How, indeed, could it be otherwise, since it told us so much of its secret life At night we heard it singing to the moon as we lay in our tent, uttering that odd sibilant note peculiar to itself and said to be caused by the rapid tearing of the pebbles along its bed, so great is its hurrying speed. We knew, too, the voice of its gurgling whirlpools, suddenly bubbling up on a surface previously quite calm the roar of its shallows and swift rapids its constant steady thundering below all mere surface sounds and that ceaseless tearing of its icy waters at the banks. How it stood up and shouted when the rains fell flat upon its face And how its laughter roared out when the wind blew upstream and tried to stop its growing speed We knew all its sounds and voices, its tumblings and foamings, its unnecessary splashing against the bridges that self conscious chatter when there were hills to look on the affected dignity of its speech when it passed through the little towns, far too important to laugh and all these faint, sweet whisperings when the sun caught it fairly in some slow curve and poured down upon it till the steam rose. It was full of tricks, too, in its early life before the great world knew it. There were places in the up.had held firmly on to a decent and reverent burial, and, foreseeing that the poor survivors would be quite unable to afford gravestones, he kept a strict list of the dead, and where they were buried, which was afterwards transferred to one large monument, which was bought by subscription. He cut the village off from all communication with the outer world, to prevent a spread of the disease but he sent accounts of the calamity to the public papers, which brought abundant help in money for the needs of the parish. And in these matters the schoolmaster was his right hand man. The disease was most eccentric in its path. Having scourged one side only of the main street, it burst out with virulence in detached houses at a distance. Then it returned to the village, and after lulls and outbreaks it ceased as suddenly as it began. It was about midway in its career that it fell with all its wrath upon Master Lake s windmill. The mill n 95 mask stood in a healthy position, but the dwelling room was ill ventilated, and there were defective sanitary arrangements, which Master Swift had anxiously pointed out to the miller. The plague had begun in the village, and the schoolmaster trembled for Jan. But Master Lake was not to be interfered with, and, when the schoolmaster spoke of poison, thought himself witty as he replied, It be a uncommon slow pison then, Master Swift. It must also be allowed that such epidemics, once started, do havoc in apparently clean houses and amongst well fed people. It was a little foster sister of Jan s who sickened n 95 mask first. She died within two days. Her burial was hasty enough, but Mrs. Lake had no time to fret about that, for a second child was ill. Like many another householder, the poor windmiller was now ready enough to look to his drains, and so forth but it may be doubted if the general stirring up of dirty places at this moment did not do as much harm as good. It was hot, terribly hot. Day after day passed without a breeze to cool the burning skins of the sick, and yet it was not sunshiny. People did say that the pestilence hung like a murky vapor above the district, and hid the sun. Trades were slack, corn grinding amongst the rest, and Master Lake did the housework, helped by Jan and Abel. He was stunned by the suddenness and the weight of the calamity which had come to him. He was very kind to Mrs. Lake, but the poor woman was almost past any feeling but that which, as a sort of instinct or inspiration, guided a constant watching and waiting on her sick children. She never slept, n 95 mask and would not have eaten, but that Master Lake used his authority to force some food upon her. At this time Jan s chief occupations were cookery and dish washing. His constant habit of observation made all the experiences of l.
ld of view, and idle memories of his own boyhood flitted over it. Then, crawling behind a dray, some strange associations built up the barrels into an old weatherstained wooden house in Holland, and for a while an intense realization of ffp2 3m 8822 respirator mask past scenes which love had made happy put present anxieties to sleep. But they woke again with a horrible pang, as a grim, hideous funeral car drove slowly past, nodding like a nightmare. As the traffic became less dense, and the cab went faster, the man s thoughts went faster too. He strove to do what he had not often tried, to review his life. He had unconsciously gained the will to do it, because a reparation which conscience might hitherto have pressed on him was now impossible, and because the plague that had desolated Abel Lake s home had swept the skeleton out protective face mask for germs of his own cupboard, and he could repent of the past and do his duty in the future. His conscience was stronger than his courage. He had long wished to repent, though he had not found strength to repair. On one point he did not delude himself as he looked back over his life. He had no sentimental regrets for the careless happiness of youth. Is any period of human life so tormented with cares as a self indulgent youth He had been a slave to expensive habits, to social traditions, to past follies, ever since he could remember. He had been in debt, in pocket or in conscience, from his schoolboy days to this hour. His tradesmen were paid long since, and, if death had cancelled what else he owed, how easy virtue would henceforth be It had not been easy at the date of his first marriage. He was deeply in debt, and out of favor with his father. It was on both accounts that he went abroad for some months. In Holland he married. His wife was Jan s mother, and Jan was their only child. Her people were of middle rank, leading quiet though cultivated lives. Her mother was dead, and she was her old father s only child. It would be doing injustice to the kind of love with which she inspired her husband to dwell much upon her beauty, though it was of that high type which takes possession of the memory for ever. She was very intensely, brilliantly fair, so that in a crowd her face shone out like a star. Time never n 95 mask dimmed one golden thread in her hair and Death, who had done so much for Mr. Ford s client, could not wash that face from his brain. It blotted the traffic out of the streets, and in their place Dutch pastures, whose rich green levels were unbroken by hedge or wall, stretched flatly to the horizon. It bent over a drawing on his knee as he and she sat sketching together in an old world orchard, where the trees bore more moss than fruit. The din of London was absolutely unheard by Mr. Ford s client, but he heard her voice, sayi.ng afterwards to cross the school for something, Bill passed the new teacher and his class, and came to the conclusion that they did get on together, and very well too. The rag tag and bob tail 217 shone that night, and afterwards were loud in praises of the lesson. It was so clear, and He was so patient. Indeed, patience was one great secret of Mr. Lindsay s teaching he waited so long for an answer that he generally got it. His pupils were obliged to exert themselves when there was no hope of being passed over, and everybody was waiting. Finally, Bill s share of the arithmetic lesson converted him to Master Arthur s friend. He was a clever young gentleman, and a kind one too. The lesson had been so interesting the clever young gentleman, standing without his eye glass by the blackboard, had been so strict and yet so entertaining, was so obviously competent, and so pleasantly kind, that Bill, who liked arithmetic, and like all intelligent children appreciated good teaching, had had no time to think of the Yew lane Ghost till the lesson was ended. It was not till the hymn began they always ended the night school with singing , then he remembered it. Then, while he was shouting with all his might Bishop Ken s glorious old lines Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings, he caught Mr. Lindsay s eyes fixed on him, and back came the thoughts of his terrible fright, with a n95 mask radiation little shame too at his own timidity. Which of us trusts as we should do in the defence of the Most High 218 Bill lingered as he had done the last time, and went out with the grown ups. It had been raining, and the ground was wet and sludgy, though it was fair overhead. The wind was cold, too, and Mr. Lindsay began to cough so violently, that Bill felt rather ashamed of taking him so far out of his way, through the damp chilly lane, and began to wonder whether he could not summon up courage to go alone. The 3m breathing air masks result was, that with some effort he said Please, Mr. Lindsay, Sir, I think you won t like to come so far this cold night. I ll try and manage, if you like. Mr. Lindsay laid one hand on Bill s shoulder, and said quietly No, thank you, my boy, we ll come with you, Thank you, all the same. Nevertheless, Bartram, said Master Arthur, I wish you could keep that cough of yours quiet it will spoil everything. A boy 3m face mask n95 was eating peppermints in the shade of his copy book this very night. I did box his ears but I wish I had seized the goodies, they might have kept you quiet. Thank you, was the reply, I abhor peppermint but I have got some lozenges, if that will satisfy you. And when I smell ghosts, I can smother myself in my pocket handkerchief. Master Arthur laughed boisterously. 219 We shall smell one if brimstone will do it. I hope he won t set himself on fire, or.here at the Crown to tell you the Brighton address. The house he chose at Brighton was in a terrace. He had been there before. It was kept by his old college gyp, a man of discreet silence, who was admirably partnered by an excellent cook. The rooms were on the first floor. The two bedrooms were at the back, and opened out of each other. Saunders can 3m 9105 vs 8210 have the smaller one, though it is the only one with a fireplace, he said. I how to wear the n95 mask ll stick to the larger of the two, since it s got a bathroom adjoining. I wonder what time he ll arrive with the car. Saunders came about seven, cold and cross and dirty. We ll light the fire in the dining room, said Eustace, and get Prince to unpack some of the things while we are at dinner. What were the roads like Rotten swimming with mud, and a beastly cold wind against us all day. And this is July. Dear old England Yes, said Eustace, I think we might do worse than leave dear old England for a few months. They turned in soon after twelve. You oughtn t to feel cold, Saunders, said Eustace, when you can afford to sport a great cat skin lined coat like this. You do yourself very well, all things considered. Look at those gloves, for instance. Who could possibly feel cold when wearing them They are far too clumsy though for driving. Try them on and see, and he tossed them through the door on to Eustace s bed, and went on with his unpacking. A minute later he heard a shrill cry of terror. Oh, Lord, he heard, it s in the glove Quick, Saunders, quick Then came a smacking thud. Eustace had thrown it from him. I ve chucked it into the bathroom, he gasped, it s hit the wall and fallen into the bath. Come now if you want to help. Saunders, with a lighted candle in his hand, looked over the edge of the bath. There it was, old and maimed, dumb and blind, with a ragged hole in the middle, crawling, staggering, trying to creep up the slippery sides, only to fall back helpless. Stay there, said Saunders. I ll empty a collar box or something, and we ll jam it in. It can t get out while I m away. Yes, it can, shouted Eustace. It s getting out now. It s climbing up the plug chain. No, you brute, you filthy brute, you don t Come back, Saunders, it s getting away from me. I can t hold n 95 mask it it s all slippery. Curse its claw Shut the window, you idiot The top too, as well as the bottom. You utter idiot It s got out There was the sound of something dropping on to dust mask effectiveness the hard flagstones below, and Eustace fell back fainting. For a fortnight he was ill. I don t know what to make of it, the doctor said to Saunders. I can only suppose that Mr. Borlsover has suffered some great emotional shock. You had better let me send someone to help you nurse him. And by all means indulge that whim of his never to be left alone in the.
N 95 Mask why not 74 Why not repeated the other, with renewed laughter. Why not Because to learn a language, my Friedrich, one must have a master, and exercises, and a phrase book, and progressive reading lessons with vocabulary and, in short, one must learn a language n 95 mask in the way everybody else learns it that is why not, my Friedrich. Everybody is nobody, said Friedrich, hotly at least nobody worth caring for. If I had a grammar and a dictionary, I would read those beautiful poems. Hear him said the cheerful little bookseller. He will read Petrarch. He If my volumes stop in the shelves till thou canst read them, my child ho ho ho and he rubbed his brushy little beard with glee. Friedrich s temper was not by nature of the calmest, and this conversation rubbed its tenderest points. He answered almost fiercely Take care of your volumes. If I live, and they do stop in the shelves, I will buy them of n 95 mask you some day. Remember and he turned sharply round to n 95 mask hide the tears which had begun to n 95 mask fall. For a moment the good shopkeeper s little mouth became as round as his round little eyes and his round little face then he laid his hands on the counter, and jumping neatly over flung his 75 dead weight on to Friedrich, and embraced him heartily. My poor child a kiss would that it had pleased Heaven to make thee the son of a nobleman another kiss. But hear me. A man in Berlin is now compiling an Italian grammar. It is to be out in a month or two. I shall have a copy, and thou shalt see it and if ever thou canst read Petrarch I will give thee my volumes a volley of kisses. And now, as thou hast stayed so long, come into the little room and dine with me. With which invitation the kind hearted German released his young friend and led him into the back room, where they buried the memory of Petrarch in a mess of vegetables and melted butter. It may be added here, that the Petrarchs remained on the shelf, and that years afterwards the round faced little bookseller redeemed his promise with pride. Of these visits the father was to all intents and purposes ignorant. He knew that Friedrich went to see the bookseller, and that the bookseller was good natured to him but he never dreamt that his son read the books with which his neighbour s shop was lined, and he knew nothing of the wild visions which that same shop bred and nourished in the mind of his boy, and which made the life outside its door 76 step seem a dream. The father and son saw that life from different points of view. The boy felt that he was more talented than other boys, and designed himself for a poet the tradesman saw that the boy was more talented than other boys, and designed him for the business and the opposite nature of these determinations was the one great misery of Friedric.hers are, you know. I wish he were my twin brother He couldn t be your twin brother, said Amabel, gravely he s not a gentleman. Well, he s not exactly not a gentleman, said D Arcy. However, I asked him if he sent his pictures to the Academy, and he said no, but his master does, the artist he lives with. And he told me his master s name, and the number of his pictures and I ve brought you a n 95 mask catalogue, and the numbers are 401, 402, and 403. And we are going to the Academy this afternoon, and I ve asked mamma to ask Lady Louisa to let you come with us. But don t say any thing 3m n95 filter about me and the boy, for I don t want it to be known I have been out early. At this moment Mademoiselle, who had been looking into the garden from an upper window, hastened to fetch Amabel indoors. It was between three and four o clock in the afternoon, and the Academy was crowded. The crush was so oppressive that Lady Adelaide wanted to go away, but D Arcy had expressed a wish to see No. 401, and D Arcy s wishes were law to his father, so he struggled in search of the picture, and the others followed him. And when a small crowd that was round it had dispersed, they saw it quite clearly. It was the painter s picture. As the other spectators passed, they spoke of the coloring and the draughtsmanship of the mellow glow of sunshine, which, faithful to the richness of southern summers, carried also a poetical hint of the air of glory in which genius lives alone. To cdc n95 some the graceful figure of Cimabue was familiar, but the new group round the picture saw only the shepherd lad. And if, as the spectators said, his eyes haunted them about the room, what ghosts must they not have summoned to haunt Mr. Ford s client as n 95 mask he gazed Mais c est Monsieur D Arcy screamed the French governess. And Amabel said, It s Bogy but he s got no leaves. Lady Adelaide was quite composed. The likeness was very striking, but her maternal eyes saw a thousand points of difference between the Giotto of the painting and her son. How very odd she said. I wonder who sat for the Giotto If he really were the boy Amabel thinks she saw in the wood, I think her Bogy and the model must both be the same as a wonderful child Mr. Ammaby was telling me about, who painted the sign of the inn in his village but his father was a windmiller called Lake, and Mamma mamma cried D Arcy, papa is ill. The sound of his son s voice recalled Mr. Ford s client to consciousness but it was a very partial and confused consciousness. He heard voices speaking of the heat, the crush, etc., as in a dream. He was not sure whether he was being carried or led n 95 mask along. The painting was no longer before him, but it mattered little. The shepherd boy s eyes were as dark as his own but that look in their upward gaze, which.