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Then he was obliged respirator mask home depot to join his regiment, which was ordered abroad. 42 One effect of the conquest which the General had gained over the affections of the village, was a considerable abatement of the popular prejudice against the military. Indeed 3m 9322 aura ffp2 the village was now somewhat importantly represented in the army. There was the General himself, and the Postman, and the Black Captain s tablet in the church, and Jackanapes, and Tony Johnson, and a Trumpeter. The General s Grandson Tony Johnson had no more natural taste for fighting than for riding, but he was as devoted as ever to Jackanapes, and that was how it came about that Mr. Johnson bought him a commission in the same cavalry regiment that the General s grandson whose commission had been given him by the Iron Duke was in, and that he was quite content to be the butt of the mess where Jackanapes was the hero and that when Jackanapes wrote home to Miss Jessamine, Tony wrote with the same purpose to his mother namely, to demand her congratulations that they were on active service at last, and were ordered to the front. And he added a postscript to the effect that she could have no idea how popular Jackanapes was, nor how 43 splendidly he rode the wonderful red charger whom he had named after his old friend Lollo. Sound Retire A Boy Trumpeter, grave with the weight of responsibilities and accoutrements beyond his years, and stained, so that his own mother would not have known him, with the sweat and dust of battle, did as he was bid and then pushing his trumpet pettishly aside, adjusted his weary legs for the hundredth time to the horse which was a world too big for him, and muttering, Tain t a pretty tune, tried to see something of this, his first engagement, before it came to an end. Being literally in the thick of it, he could hardly have seen less or known less of what happened in that particular skirmish if he had been at home in England. For many good reasons including dust and smoke, and that what attention he dared distract from his commanding officer was pretty well absorbed by k.ld of view, and idle memories of his own boyhood flitted over it. Then, crawling behind a dray, some strange associations built up the respirator mask home depot 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 respirator mask home depot 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 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 respirator mask home depot 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.
ith making him repeat the baby s very genteel and as she justly said uncommon name. When Abel came back from school, he resumed his charge, and Mrs. Lake went about other work. She was busy, and the nurse boy put Jan to bed himself. The sandy kitten waited till Jan was fairly established, so as to receive her comfortably, and then she dropped from the roof of the press bed, and he cuddled her into his arms, where she purred like a kettle just beginning to sing. Outside, the wind was rising, and, passing more or less through the outer door, it roared in the round house but they were well sheltered in the dwelling room, and could listen complacently to the gusts that whirled the sails, and made the heavy stones fly round till they shook the roof. Just above the press bed a candle was stuck in the wall, and the dim light falling through the gloom upon the children made a scene worthy of the pencil of Rembrandt, that great son of a windmiller. When Mrs. Lake found time to come to the corner where the old press bed stood, the kitten was asleep, and Jan very nearly so and by them sat Abel, watching every breath that his foster brother drew. And, as he watched, his trustworthy eyes and most sweet smile lighting up a face to which his forefathers had bequeathed little beauty or intellect, he might have been the guardian angel of the nameless Jan, scarcely veiled under the likeness of a child. His mother smiled tenderly back upon him. He was very dear to her, and not the less so for his tenderness to Jan. Then she stooped to kiss her foster child, who opened his black eyes very wide, and caught the sleeping kitten round the head, in the fear that it might be taken from him. Tell Abel the name of pretty young lady you see to day, love, said Mrs. Lake. But Jan was well aware of his power over the miller s wife, and was apt to indulge in caprice. So he only shook his head, and cuddled the kitten more tightly than before. Tell un, Janny dear. Tell un, there s a lovey said Mrs. Lake. Who did daddy put in the hopper But black face mask disposable still Jan gazed at nothing in particular with a sly twinkle in his black eyes, and continued to squeeze poor Sandy to a degree that can have been little less agonizing than the millstone torture and obdurate he would probably have remained, but that Abel, bending over him, said, Do ee tell poor Abel, Jan. The child fixed his bright eyes steadily on Abel s well loved face for a few seconds, and then said quite clearly, in soft, evenly accented syllables, Amabel. And the sandy kitten, having escaped with its life, crept back into Jan s bosom and purred respirator mask home depot itself to rest. CHAPTER X. ABEL AT HOME. JAN OBJECTS TO THE MILLER S MAN. THE ALPHABET. THE CHEAP JACK. PITCHERS. Poor Abel was not fated to get much regular schoolin.e children are actively, hideously vicious and degraded. And yet it is better that this should be remembered than that, since, though it is more painful, it is more hopeful. It is hard to reform vicious children, but it is easier than to reform vicious men and women. Little boys and little girls of eight or nine or ten years old, who are also drunkards, sweaters, thieves, gamblers, liars, and vicious, made Jan a laughing stock, because of his simple childlike ways. They called him green but, when he made friends with them by drawing pictures for them, they tried to teach him their own terrible lore. Once the Cheap Jack gave Jan a penny to go with some other boys to a penny theatre, or gaff. The depravity of the entertainment was a light matter to the depravity of the children by whom the place was crowded, and who had not so much lost as never found shame. Jan was standing amongst them, when he caught sight of a boy with a white head leaning over the gallery, whose face had a curious accidental likeness to Abel s. The expression was quite different, for this one was partly imbecile, but there was just likeness respirator mask home depot enough to recall the past with an unutterable pang. What would Abel have said to see him there Jan could not breathe in the place. The others were engaged, and he fought his way out. What he had heard and seen rang in his ears and danced before his eyes after he crept to bed, as the dawn broke over the streets. But as if Abel himself had watched by his bedside as he used to do, and kept evil visions away, it did not trouble his dreams. He dreamed of the windmill, and of his foster mother of the little wood, and of Master Swift and Rufus. After that night Jan had resolved that, whether Sal were his mother or not, he would run away. In the strength of his foster brother s pious memory he would escape from this evil life. He would beg his way back to the village, and to the upright, godly old schoolmaster, or at least die in the country on the road thither. He had not associated with the ragamuffins of the court without learning a little of their cunning and he had waited impatiently for a chance of eluding the watchfulness of the Cheap Jack. But the sound of that song and the meeting with Mr. Ford s client determined him to wait no longer, but to make a desperate effort for freedom then and there. The Cheap Jack was collecting the pence, and Jan had made a few bold black strokes as a beginning of a new sketch, when he ran up to the Cheap Jack and whispered, Get me a ha perth of whitening, father, as fast as you can. There s an oil shop yonder. All right, Jan, said the hunchback. Keep em together, my dear, meanwhile. We re doing prime, and you shall have a sausage for supper. As the Cheap Jack waddled away for t.s. That afternoon, while the canoe dried and hardened, we spent trying to fish, testing the leak, collecting wood, and watching the enormous flood of rising water. Masses of driftwood swept near our shores sometimes, and we fished for them with long willow branches. The island grew perceptibly smaller as the banks were torn away with great gulps and splashes. The weather kept brilliantly fine till about four o clock, and then for the first time for three days the wind showed signs of abating. Clouds began to gather in the southwest, spreading thence slowly over the sky. This lessening of the wind came as a great relief, for the incessant roaring, banging, and thundering had irritated our nerves. Yet the silence that came about five o clock with its sudden cessation was in a manner quite as oppressive. The booming of the river had everything its own way then it filled the air with deep murmurs, more musical than the wind noises, but infinitely more monotonous. The wind held many notes, rising, falling, always beating out some sort of great elemental tune whereas the river s song lay between three notes at most dull pedal notes, that held a lugubrious quality foreign to the wind, and somehow seemed to me, in my then nervous state, to sound wonderfully well the music of doom. It was extraordinary, too, how the withdrawal suddenly of bright respirator mask home depot sunlight took everything out of the landscape that made for cheerfulness and since this particular landscape had already managed to convey the suggestion of something sinister, the change of course was all the more unwelcome and noticeable. For me, I know, the darkening outlook became distinctly more alarming, and I found myself more than once calculating how soon after sunset the full moon would get up in the east, and whether the gathering clouds would greatly interfere with her lighting of the respirator mask home depot little island. With this general hush of the wind though respirator mask home depot it still indulged in occasional brief gusts the river seemed to me to grow blacker, the willows n95 healthcare mask to stand more densely together. The latter, too, kept up a sort of independent movement of their own, rustling among themselves when no wind stirred, and shaking oddly from the roots upwards. When common objects in this way become charged with the suggestion of cvs pollution mask horror, they stimulate the imagination far more than things of unusual appearance and these bushes, crowding huddled about us, assumed for me in the darkness a bizarre grotesquerie of appearance that lent to them somehow the aspect of purposeful and living creatures. Their very ordinariness, I felt, masked what was malignant and hostile to us. The forces of the region drew nearer with the coming of night. They were focusing upon our island, and more particularly upon ourselves. For t.
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The priest had always had a love for animals and for ugly, common animals , which his pupil had by no means shared. His room at medical face mask disposable the chateau had been little less than a menagerie. He had even kept a glass beehive there, which communicated with a hole in the window through which the bees flew in and out, and he would stand for respirator mask home depot hours with his thumb in the breviary, watching the labours of his pets. And this also had been his room This dark, damp cell. 159 Here, breviary in hand, he when to replace n95 mask had stood, and lain, and knelt. Here, in this miserable prison, he had found something to love, and on which to expend the rare intelligence and benevolence of his nature. Here, finally, in the last hours of his life, he had written on the fly leaf of his prayer book something to comfort his successor, and, being dead, yet spoke the words of consolation which he had administered in his lifetime. Monsieur the Viscount read that paper now with different feelings. There is, perhaps, no argument so strong, and no virtue that so commands the respect of young men, as consistency. Monsieur the Preceptor s lifelong counsel and example would have done less for his pupil than was effected by the knowledge of his consistent career, now that it was past. It was not the nobility of the priest s principles that awoke in Monsieur the Viscount a desire to imitate his religious example, but the fact that he had applied them to his own life, not only in the time of wealth, but in the time of tribulation and in the hour respirator mask home depot of death. All that high strung piety that life of prayer those unswerving admonitions to consider the vanity of earthly treasures, and to prepare for death which had sounded so unreal amidst the perfumed elegances of the chateau, came back now with a reality gained from experiment. The daily life of 160 self denial, the conversation garnished from Scripture and from the Fathers, had not, after all, been mere priestly affectationsis mother s jokes on the subject of Gearge s young ooman, and they recurred to him when he and George formed a curious alliance, which demands explanation. It was not solely because the windmiller looked favorably upon the little Jan that he and Abel were now allowed to wander in the business parts of the windmill, when they could not be out of doors, to an extent never before permitted to the children. Part of the change was due to a change in the miller s man. However childlike in some respects himself, George was not fond of children, and he had hitherto seemed to have a particular spite against Abel. He, quite as often as the miller, would drive the boy from the round house, and thwart his fancy for climbing the ladders to see the processes of the different floors. Abel would have been happy for hours together watching the great stones grind, or the corn poured by golden showers into the hopper on its way to the stones below. Many a time had he crept up and hidden himself behind a sack but George seemed to have an impish ingenuity in discovering his hiding places, and would drive him out as a dog worries a cat, crying, Come out, thee little varment Master Lake he don t allow thee hereabouts. The cleverness of the miller s man in discovering poor Abel s retreats probably arose from the fact that he had so rooted a dislike for the routine work of his daily duties that he would rather employ himself about the mill in any way than by attending to the mill business, and that his idleness and stupidity over work were only equalled by his industry and shrewdness in mischief. Poor Abel had a dread of the great, gawky, mischievous looking man, which probably prevented his complaining to his mother of many a sly pinch and buffet which he endured from him. And George took some pains to keep up this wholesome awe of himself, by vague and terrifying speeches, and by a trick of what he called dropping on poor Abel in the dusk, with hideous grimaces and uncouth sounds. He once came thus upon Abel in an upper floor, and the boy fled from him so hastily that he caught his foot in the ladder and fell headlong. Though it must have been quite uncertain for some moments whether Abel had not broken his neck, the miller s man displayed no anxiety. He only clapped his hands upon his knees, in a sort of uncouth ecstasy of spite, saying, Down a ffp2 mask virus comes vlump, like a twoad from roost. Haw, haw, haw Happily, Abel fell with little more damage to himself than the mill cats experienced in many such a tumble, as they fled before the tormenting George. But, after all this, it was with no small surprise that Abel found himself the object of attentions from the miller s man, which bore the look of friendliness. 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