Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
Tonight as Hinter rode through the pine-scented gloom the light-house keeper sat in his big chair beside the window that looked upon the lake. Spent from a trying fit of coughing, his nerves crying for the rest which was denied him, the sick man had gazed across to where the shuttle of sunset was weaving its fabric of changing colors upon sky and water. But he had not seen those glad lights; had not heard the cries of the haven-seeking gulls or the soft plaintive notes of the night birds from the Point forest. The lights had flashed and departed unseen, the wild calls had been voiced and sunk to silence unheard, because a tenderer light, which had belonged to this, his own hour, had vanished; a sweeter song than even night birds could voice had been stilled—the light in his Erie's eyes and the low notes from her glad heart. "I can't, ma'am, it's locked," and in proof of his assurance, Pledge turned the handle and shook the door. "Naw, why should there be? That's what you're supposed to do, if you get the chance—shoot 'em, an' get the reward.".
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“I like Sunday School best ’cause I do things there.”I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
CHAPTER I.—MRS. WOPP’S HOSPITALITY.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
"May I have a word with you, sir?" he exclaimed in a coarse, hoarse, broken voice. "As a gentleman!" said Captain Acton, who followed his daughter's words with mingled impatience and wonder. "There is little that I would not do to oblige you, sir," answered Mr Lawrence, and going to the piano he stood beside it, as though waiting for Lucy to seat herself at the instrument. Above him bent a face with tender blue eyes and red, half-smiling lips beneath a crowning glory as golden as frost-pinched maple leaf. And she would be at school in the morning! It was while pondering on how he might contrive to wear his Sunday clothes on the morrow that Billy fell asleep to dream that he was old man Scroggie's ghost and that he was sitting in the centre of Lake Erie with the big hardwoods bush on his knees, waiting for her to come that he might present it all to her..
298 people found this
review helpful