"Do you know, I have fancied at times, that Mr. Falkner learned
something on his trip last fall, that he has not told us?"
George opened his eyes. "What makes you think that?"
"Oh, because; somehow he seems so different since he returned."
But George shook his head. "I thought so too for a while," he replied;
"but I talked with him just the other day, and I'm afraid he's given
up all hope. He works to hide the hurt. But I'll tell you one thing,
girlie, if anything could make a Christian of me, it would be Dick's
life. There's something more than human in the way he stands up against
this thing."
Then Dick received another letter, from a post office in Texas.
"Dere Dikkie: I take my pen in hand to let u no that Ime wel an hoape
u ar the same. Jim Whitly is ded he don tried to nife me an i fixed
him. he wanted to hire me to kil u fer some papers an we was in you
ol caben kross the river from the still. He said ter tel u thet he
lied to u an that Amy is pure. I don't no what he means but thot u ort
ter no. I skipped--burn this. your daddys pard.
"JAKE THOMPSON."
The Association building was finished at last, and the pastor of the
Jerusalem Church sat in his little den looking over the morning mail.
There were the usual number of magazines, papers, and sample copies
of religious periodicals, with catalogues and circulars from publishing
houses; an appeal to help a poor church in Nebraska whose place of
worship had been struck by lightning; a letter from a sister in
Missouri, asking for advice about a divorce case; one from a tinware
man in Arkansas, who inquired about the town with a view of locating;
and one that bore the mark of the Association, which informed him,
over the signature of the Secretary, that he had been unanimously
called to take charge of the new work.
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