The Delineator Volume 59

The Delineator Volume 59

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 edition. Excerpt: ... never worn it any way." Mrs. Jennings looked out at the dim perspective of sunlit meadows and at the pallid pink horizon encompassing them in a band of color. The yard seemed filled with shadows of trees; some honey bees droned drowsily as they flew by. A tear trickled down her weather-beaten cheek and splashed on a leaf of the currant bush. "I was fifty-three in May, Emeline," she said guarding her voice. "Sometimes somethin' seems to say in my ears: 'Ad'line Jennings, you're an old fool to have a gray poplin trimmed with pink ribbons. You're an old woman now. You're worshippin' a false god an' settin' up a graven i. image in your heart. Beware of the Lord's wrath. / An', Emeline" She stole nearer the porch with a finger mysteriously on her lip and a cautious glance over her shoulder to see if they were alone. She sank on the lower step and wiped her forehead again. "Las' night jest after you an' Ben Holman had set out for the singin' I seen a real sperrit." Mrs. Jennings paused impressively. Emeline's round, blue eyes grew more distended. "It was your grandfather, my own father. Jest as I was a-standin' by the window watchin' you two an' thinkin' how much handsomer you would look with Cheney Warren instead--an' all at once I looked up, an' there in the middle of the room I seen it. It was all white an' kind of mist-like, like nothin' else but a puff of wood-smoke. I wa'n't even scared, Emeline; it seemed jest as nateral as when grandfather used to come down stairs in the dead of night an' make one of us girls get up an' get him some cold beans. I jest expected him to say: 'Ad'line, wa'n't there any left from supper?' But he didn't. I watched him, wonderin' what he was warnin' me of. An' all at...
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  • Paperback | 110 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 213g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123680791X
  • 9781236807915