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e week more than one woman was left sitting by an empty hearth, a worn out creature whom Death seemed only to have forgotten to take away. At first there was a reckless disregard of infection among the neighbors. But, after one or two of these family desolations, this was succeeded by a panic, and even the noble charity which the poor commonly show to each other s troubles failed, and no one could be got to nurse the sick or bury the dead. Now the Rector was an old man. Most of the parish officers were aged, and patriarchs in white smock frocks were as plentiful as creepers at the cottage doors. The healthy breezes and the dull pace at which life passed in the district seemed to make men slow to wear out. If the Rector had profited by these features of the parish in health, it must be confessed that they had also had their influence on his career. He was a good man, and a learned one. He stuck close to his living, and he was benevolent. But he was not of those heroic natures who can resist the influence face mask with filter and shield of the mental atmosphere around them and in a dull parish, in a sleepy age, he had not been an active parson. Some men, however, who cannot make opportunities for themselves, can do nobly enough if the chance comes to them and this chance came to the Rector in his sixty ninth year, on the wings of the black fever. To quicken spiritual life in the soul of a Master Salter he had not the courage even to attempt but a panic of physical cowardice had not a temptation for him. And so it came about that of four men who stayed the panic, by the example 3m 8210 mask of their own courage, who went from house to house, and from sick bed to sick bed who drew a cordon round the parish, and established kitchens and a temporary hospital, and nursed the sick, and encouraged the living, and buried the dead, the most active was the old Rector. The other three were the parish doctor, Squire Ammaby, and the schoolmaster. On the very first rumor of the epidemic, Lady Louisa had carried off Amabel, and had gone with Lady Craikshaw to Brighton. Both the ladies were indignant with the Squire s obstinate resolve to remain amongst his tenants. In her alarm, Lady Louisa implored him to sell the property and buy one in Ireland, which was Lady Craikshaw s native country and the list she contrived to run up of the drawbacks to the Ammaby estate would have driven a temper less stolid than her husband s to distraction. When the fever broke out among the children, the schools were closed, and Master Swift devoted his whole time to laboring with the parson, the doctor, and the Squire. No part of the Rector s devotion won more affectionate gratitude from his people than a single act of thoughtfulness, by which he preserved a record of the graves of their dead. He.not the curse of Monsieur le Cur , whose powerful presence seemed to haunt him still. On this score he was soon set at rest, and then came the old, old 180 story. He had been but a bad man. sanitary face mask If his life were to come over again, he would do differently. Did Monsieur the Viscount think that there was any hope Would Monsieur the Viscount have recognized himself, could he, two years ago, have seen himself as he was now sanitary face mask Kneeling by that rough, uncultivated figure, and pleading with all the eloquence that he could master to that rough uncultivated heart, the great Truths of Christianity so great and few and simple in their application to our needs The violet eyes had never appealed more tenderly, the soft voice had never been softer than now, as he strove to explain to this ignorant soul, the cardinal doctrines of sanitary face mask Faith and Repentance, and Charity, with an earnestness that was perhaps more effectual than his preaching. Monsieur the Viscount was quite as much astonished as flattered by the success of his instructions. The faith on which he had laid hold with such mortal struggles, seemed almost to come natural as people say to Antoine. With abundant tears he professed the deepest penitence for his past life, at the same time that he accepted the doctrine of the Atonement as a natural remedy, and never seemed to have a doubt in the Infinite Mercy that should cover his infinite guilt. 181 It was all so orthodox that even if he had doubted which he did not the sincerity of the gaoler s contrition and belief, Monsieur the Viscount could have done nothing but envy the easy nature of Antoine s convictions. He forgot the difference of their respective capabilities When non disposable n95 mask the night was far advanced the men rose from their knees, and Monsieur the Viscount persuaded Antoine to lie sanitary face mask down on his pallet, and when the gaoler s heavy breathing told that he was asleep, Monsieur the Viscount felt relieved to be alone once more alone, except for Monsieur Crapaud, whose round fiery eyes were open as usual. The simplicity with which he had been obliged to explain the truths of Divine Love to Antoine, was of signal service to Monsieur the Viscount himself. It left him no excuse for those intricacies of doubt, with which refined minds too often torture themselves and as he paced feebly up and down the cell, all the long withheld peace for which he had striven since his imprisonment seemed to flood into his soul. How blessed how undeservedly blessed was his fate Who or what was he that after such short, such mitigated sufferings, the crown of victory should be so near The way had seemed long to come, it was short to look back upon, and now the golden gates were almost reached, the everlasting doors were 182 open. A few more hours, and then and as M.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 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 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 sanitary face mask 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 dimmed one golden thread in her hair and Death, who had done so much for Mr. medical respirator mask 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.
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Mr. where to buy n95 mask seattle Bartram Lindsay with his chin high in the air, and Master Arthur vehemently exhorting him on some topic, of which he was pointing the moral with flourishes of the one legged donkey. For those who like to know what became of everybody, these facts are added The young gentlemen got safely home and Master Arthur gave such a comical account of their adventure, that the Rector laughed too much to scold them, even if he had wished. Beauty Bill went up and down Yew lane on many a moonlight night after this one, but he never saw another ghost, or felt any more fears in connection with Ephraim Garnett. To make matters more entirely comfortable, however, John kindly took to the 234 custom of walking home with the lad after night school was ended. In return for this attention, Bill s family were apt to ask him in for an hour and by their fire side he told the story of the two ghosts so often from the manufacture in the Rectory barn to the final apparition at the cross roads that the whole family declare they feel just as if they had seen it. Bessy, under the hands of the cheerful doctor, got quite well, and eventually married. As her cottage boasts the finest window plants in the village, it is shrewdly surmised that her husband is a gardener. Bully Tom talked very loudly for some time of having the law of the rival ghost but finding, perhaps, that the story did not redound to his credit, was unwilling to give it further publicity, and changed his mind. Winter and summer, day and night, sunshine and moonlight, have passed over the lane and the churchyard, and the wind has had many a ghostly howl among the yews, since poor Bill learnt the story of the murder but he knows sanitary face mask now that the true Ephraim Garnett has never been seen on the cross roads since a hundred years ago, and will not be till the Great Day. In the ditch by the side of Yew lane shortly after 235 the events I have sanitary face mask been describing, a little lad found a large turnip, in which someo.glance of actual fear at the closed door. Nobody can hear with the door shut. I say again I think Henry ought to be ashamed of himself. I shouldn t think he d ever get over it, having words with poor Edward the very night before he died. Edward was enough sight better disposition than Henry, with all his faults. I never heard him speak a cross word, unless he spoke cross to Henry that last night. I don t know but he did from what Rebecca overheard. Not so much cross, as sort of soft, and sweet, and aggravating, sniffed Rebecca. What do you really think ailed Edward asked Emma in hardly more than a whisper. She did not look at her sister. I know you said that he had terrible pains in his stomach, and had spasms, but what do you think made him have them Henry called it gastric trouble. You know Edward has always had dyspepsia. Mrs. Brigham hesitated a moment. Was there any talk of an examination said she. Then Caroline turned on her fiercely. No, said she in a terrible voice. No. The three sisters souls seemed to meet sanitary face mask on one common ground of terrified understanding through their eyes. The old fashioned latch of the door was heard to n95 s rattle, and a push from without made the door shake ineffectually. It s Henry, Rebecca sighed rather than whispered. Mrs. Brigham settled herself, after a noiseless rush across the floor, into her rocking chair again, and was swaying back and forth with her head comfortably leaning back, when the door at last yielded and Henry Glynn entered. He cast a covertly sharp, comprehensive glance at Mrs. Brigham with her elaborate calm at Rebecca quietly huddled in the corner of the sofa with her handkerchief to her face and only one small uncovered reddened ear as attentive as a dog s, and at Caroline sitting with a strained composure in her armchair by the stove. She met his eyes quite firmly with a look of inscrutable fear, and defiance of the fear and of him. Henry Glynn looked more like this sister than the others. Both had the same hard delicacy of form and aquilinity of feature. They confronted each other with the pitiless immovability of two statues in whose marble lineaments emotions were fixed for all eternity. Then Henry Glynn smiled and the smile transformed his face. He looked suddenly years younger, and an almost boyish recklessness appeared in his face. He flung himself into a chair with a gesture which was bewildering from its incongruity with his general appearance. He leaned his head back, flung one leg over the other, and looked laughingly at Mrs. Brigham. I declare, Emma, you grow younger every year, he said. She flushed a little, and her placid mouth widened at the sanitary face mask corners. She was susceptible to praise. Our thoughts to day ought to belong to mask without mouth the one of us who will never grow.