The Web of Time

Surely the years love best to ply their industry among the young. For two or three of them, each taking up the work where its predecessor laid it down, can transform a youth or...

David began very haltingly. Yet he could not but feel the cordiality of his welcome; and his glance, at first rather furtive and shy, became more confident as he gradually felt...

"Oh, lots o’ things—all the real things, that is. All that’s lovely; all I’m lookin’ at now—nobody can’t take them away, the trees, an’ the flowers, an’ the birds. No matter how...

Ascending the creaking stairs, he stopped and listened. It seemed as if some voice must speak—for silence like to this he had never known before. But all was still, wondrously s...

"Sure thing!" echoed David, utterly delighted. "I’m goin’ to have that on the invitations—there ain’t goin’ to be no ’Answer P.D.Q.’ on the left-hand corner; I’m goin’ to have s...

"That’s jest where I’m glad to have a chance to learn you somethin’," David returned with quite unwonted eagerness. It was evident he had struck a vein. "There ain’t near so muc...

was all that was written there. But every character was aflame with fondness, and every word was a vision, bright with tender beauty, fragrant of the unselfish courage that had...

"You just watch him; that won’t trouble him much. Boys love sand. It was me that hired him, Martha. He come right up to me on the street an’ took off his hat like I was an earl:...

Her brother said nothing as he proceeded to fold up the rather generous remains of his dinner; poor laddie, he knew the taste of bread eaten with tears, even if he had never hea...

"I heard you were in Glenallen," her low voice began, "but I didn’t expect to see you. When did you come? Oh, pardon me, let me introduce you to my friend," as she spoke her com...

Grave and kindly were the salutations of her visitors, equally sincere and dignified the greetings in return. After some irrelevant conversation, David introduced the purpose of...

"It’s Mr. Borland," he said in an awed whisper—"Mr. David Borland. He wants to jine, Mr. Moderator," the beadle informed the court in much the same tone as is employed when deat...

The doctor’s face was soft with grave compassion; long years of familiarity with human suffering had not chilled that sacred fire. Putting his arm about the youth’s shoulder, he...

He remembered afterwards, what he did not then remark, that the doctor, observing his rapt expression, came close with some whispered explanation—some discourse on the relaxatio...

"Jumping Jehoshaphat! is that you, Simmons?" was the exclamation that greeted Harvey as soon as he was recognized. "Come on up—we were just speaking of you. I’ll be down to the...

Thus ran the piteous tale. The mother spoke no word for long, staunching the flowing wound as best she could and by such means as only mothers know. And she mutely wondered once...

No tears, no outward sign, marked the emotion of the soulful moment, and soon Harvey and Mr. Borland had started for the station. Once, and only once, did the youth look behind;...

"No, nothing—they wanted something we didn’t have; I sent them to Ford’s," referring to a more elaborate establishment on an adjoining street. "I was speaking about you going to...

Dr. Wallis gave the brazen door-knob an uncommonly vigorous tug. "She likes you to ring as if you meant it," he explained to Harvey, the distant product of his violence pealing...

I. The Ashes on the Hearth II. The Wine-Press Alone III. Love’s Labourer IV. The Riches of the Poor V. A Flow of Soul VI. An Investment VII. "Effectual Calling" VIII. Of Such is...

Looking down, one of the first to be descried was David Borland himself, as blithe and cheerful as though he were beginning, rather than concluding, his sojourn in the spacious...

One pair of eyes, at least, had watched Harvey’s unostentatious retreat from the clamorous throng about the table. And no sooner had Madeline noted his departure than she quietl...

Harvey gazed long into the triumphant face. Then he moved slowly up to her, holding out his arms, and she put her own about his neck with hurrying, passionate eagerness and held...

Miss Farringall sighed. "I wish I could coax you out of that," she said. "Why will you go away so soon, Jessie? These days you’ve been here have been such a joy; I’m such a lone...