Story of Chester Lawrence
Story of Chester Lawrence. CHAPTER I. It was raining when the ship was ready to sail; yet on the pier a large crowd of people stood under dripping umbrellas, waving and shouting farewells to their friends on board. The departing passengers, most of them protected by an upper deck, pressed four deep against the rail, and waved and shouted in return. The belated passenger, struggling with heavy hand baggage, scrambled up the gang-plank. The last visitors were hustled ashore; amid noise and bustle, the plank was drawn away, and the ship was clear. A tremor ran through the vessel as the propeller began to move, and soon there was a strip of water between the pier and the ship. Then a tiny tug-boat came alongside, fastened itself to the steamer, and with calm assurance, guided its big brother safely into the harbor and down the bay. The
42:001:008 And it came to pass, that while he executed the priest's
office before God in the order of his course,
42:001:009 According to the custom of the priest's office, his lot was to
burn incense when he went into the temple of the Lord.
42:001:010 And the whole multitude of the people were praying without at
the time of incense.
42:001:011 And there appeared unto him an angel of the Lord standing on
the right side of the altar of incense.
42:001:012 And when Zacharias saw him, he was troubled, and fear fell
upon him.
42:001:013 But the angel said unto him, Fear not, Zacharias: for thy
prayer is heard; and thy wife Elisabeth shall bear thee a son,
and thou shalt call his name John.
42:001:014 And thou shalt have joy and gladness; and many shall rejoice
at his birth.
42:001:015 For he shall be great in the sight of the Lord, and shall
drink neither wine nor strong drink; and he shall be filled
Story of Chester Lawrence. CHAPTER I. It was raining when the ship was ready to sail; yet on the pier a large crowd of people stood under dripping umbrellas, waving and shouting farewells to their friends on board. The departing passengers, most of them protected by an upper deck, pressed four deep against the rail, and waved and shouted in return. The belated passenger, struggling with heavy hand baggage, scrambled up the gang-plank. The last visitors were hustled ashore; amid noise and bustle, the plank was drawn away, and the ship was clear. A tremor ran through the vessel as the propeller began to move, and soon there was a strip of water between the pier and the ship. Then a tiny tug-boat came alongside, fastened itself to the steamer, and with calm assurance, guided its big brother safely into the harbor and down the bay. The