The Jericho Road
THE JERICHO ROAD by W. BION ADKINS Author of "Twelve Steps Toward Heaven," "The Anonymous Letter," etc. 1901 Like the rivers, forever running yet never passed, like the winds forever going yet never gone, so is Odd-Fellowship.
there's anybody in this country who has a right to eat good and plenty
it's a hired man. If any of our folks don't like it, let them wait until
the second table."
That settled it, and I could see that Bishop was pleased over the
outcome.
"I sorter hated to tell Wallace to wait," he said to me after Harding
had turned away. "It might offend him. He's a queer fish, but has the
makings of the best hired man in the county."
When we entered the big dining-room Wallace was sitting in one corner
reading. He laid aside the book, arose and bowed slightly. Harding went
right up to him.
"Mr. Wallace, I believe," he said, shaking hands. "My name's Harding,
and I'll introduce you to the rest of us." And he did.
This young Scotchman is a handsome chap. His features are those of Byron
in his early manhood. His hair is dark and wavy as it falls back from a
smooth high forehead. He is tall, broad of shoulder and singularly easy
and graceful in his movements. He certainly looks like a man who has
seen better days.
I am still inclined to my original opinion that he is some college chap
who is trying to get a financial start so as to enter on his chosen
THE JERICHO ROAD by W. BION ADKINS Author of "Twelve Steps Toward Heaven," "The Anonymous Letter," etc. 1901 Like the rivers, forever running yet never passed, like the winds forever going yet never gone, so is Odd-Fellowship.