. My tussle with the devil, and other stories . oing around the world!and I am going to make a heap ofmoney and be famous! Silence! Creak—creak!! Half of eternity passes—whenonce more, emboldened spirit takeshold of courage and dares to speak. I have made up my mind and Iam going to do what I said, and noth-ing shall keep me from it! Silence! Creak—creak!! Years pass in review. The coalsburn to ash, and from a far-offsphere issues a voice: MY HEARTH 137 ril have none of that do what you are told to do! Silence! Creak—creak!! The pictures fade. A clock chair groans an
. My tussle with the devil, and other stories . oing around the world!and I am going to make a heap ofmoney and be famous! Silence! Creak—creak!! Half of eternity passes—whenonce more, emboldened spirit takeshold of courage and dares to speak. I have made up my mind and Iam going to do what I said, and noth-ing shall keep me from it! Silence! Creak—creak!! Years pass in review. The coalsburn to ash, and from a far-offsphere issues a voice: MY HEARTH 137 ril have none of that do what you are told to do! Silence! Creak—creak!! The pictures fade. A clock chair groans and grandfathergoes in search of his lantern. Creak—creak! and then the touchof a gentle hand and a voice madesweet from singing many hymns: Make your pictures, my boy, forthey will come true. Make them,hold them, and most of all believe inthem. Good night. Silence! Creak—creak!! tS^t Sijree W^ tll^t tR^vtt Wi FOREWORD Without Health, Life seems Harmony it becomes when combined, Happiness,here, is the result. 141. Ctie Cliree W^ PART I. N a tavern, which was onthe waterfront and visitedmostly by sailors on shoreleave, lay a semblance ofa man. He was tattered and in at his feet was a dog asforlorn as he was and in a starvedcondition. Standing around the pair was acircle of men—the regular habituesof the place. WhereM you find him, Pete? in-quired a sour-visaged standee. On the wharf. I heard the dog,and as my boy wants a cur, I fol-lowed the sound. But love ye! Icouldnt touch the dog, for he wasthat crazy at seeing me. Seemed likehe would never stop running around 143 144 MY TUSSLE WITH THE DEVIL me—but always out of reach—firstto me and then to the bundle. Finally I got Steve there, and to-gether we set to work to pick himup, and do you know, that cur jestsettled down as quiet and followedat our heels. Seemed as if that waswhat he wanted. Here the men looked sheepishly ateach other, as if each was ashamedat the emotion which s
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