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Lessons in Life, for All Who Will Read Them

Creator: Arthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay), 1809-1885
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take him right, is not an unreasonable man. He'll do almost any thing to oblige another. But he is very stubborn if you attempt to drive him. If he comes home and finds things as they now are, he will feel dreadfully outraged; and you will become enemies instead of friends." "It can't be helped now," said Mr. Bolton. "What's done is done." "It's not yet too late to undo the work," suggested Mr. Dix. "Yes, it is. I'm not the man to make back-tracks. Good-day, Mr. Dix?" And speaking to his horse, Mr. Bolton started off at a brisk trot. He did not feel very comfortable. How could he? He felt that he had done wrong, and that trouble and mortification were before him. But a stubborn pride would not let him retrace a few wrong steps taken from a wrong impulse. To the city he went, transacted his business, and then turned his face homeward, with a heavy pressure upon his feelings. "Ah me!" he sighed to himself, as he rode along. "I wish I had thought twice this morning before I acted once. I needn't have been so precipitate. But I was provoked to think that any one claimed the right to make a public road through my farm. If I'd only known that
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CONTENTS PAGE CHRISTMAS, 1917 1 THE SECRET DAY 3 SONG 6 THE ORCHARD 8 THANKS TO MY WORLD FOR THE LOAN OF A FAIR DAY 11 SONG 13 WORDS 15 REDNECK'S SONG 17 TO THE UNBORN 19 THE NEWER ZION 21 TWO WOMEN SING 26 THE WOMAN ALONE 28 THE INEVITABLE 30 THE DOG TUPMAN 32 SAINT BRIDE 34 THE SLAVE OF GOD 36 TRUE PROMISES 40 THE CORNISHMAN 43
Halpin was a brother-in-law to Judge Caldwell! That makes the matter so much worse." And on rode Mr. Bolton, thinking only of the trouble he had so needlessly pulled down about his ears. For the last mile of the way, there had been a gentleman riding along in advance of Mr. Bolton, and as the horse of the latter made a little the best speed, he gained on him slowly, until, just as he reached the point where the road leading to his farm left the turnpike, he came up with him. "Mr. Bolton, I believe," said the gentleman, smiling, as both, in turning into the narrow lane, came up side by side. "That is my name," was replied. "And mine is Halpin," returned the other, offering his hand, which Mr. Bolton could but take, though not so cordially as would have been the case had the gate opening from his farm into Mr. Halpin's been on its hinges. "I have often heard my brother-in-law, Judge Caldwell, speak of you and your lady. We promise ourselves much pleasure in having you for neighbours. Mrs. Halpin and I will take a very early opportunity to call upon you. How is all your family?" "Quite well, I thank you," replied Mr. Bolton, trying to appear