. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . tell thestory but once, and that was on this particular day, at the corn-heap. Parson Brown, said she, pulling down a large armful of cornstalks andcorn, do you really think that there are such persons as ghost-seers, or thatall such things are only just like the House that Jack built,just one thingleadin into another ? Susan, said the good Parson, I have nt believed much in those thingssince what happened to you, according to Elder Almys view of the be offended, Susan. There are mostly mysterious caus
. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . tell thestory but once, and that was on this particular day, at the corn-heap. Parson Brown, said she, pulling down a large armful of cornstalks andcorn, do you really think that there are such persons as ghost-seers, or thatall such things are only just like the House that Jack built,just one thingleadin into another ? Susan, said the good Parson, I have nt believed much in those thingssince what happened to you, according to Elder Almys view of the be offended, Susan. There are mostly mysterious causes for mysteriousthings. You are an honest woman, Susan, and it is much good that you havedone in the world. As for that miracle, Susan, that was a very peculiar husking-time, and we are all your friends; just tell us your side of thatstory which makes the people — the Lord forgive em!—all call you Miracu-lous Susan. Susan drew her Rob-Roy shawl around her, and gave the Parson the samekind of a look that she had given Malachi when he just took hold of her apron-. ■-■-■ • ■■ WrelfflPrJAf* ADMINISTRATION BUILDING. THE FUNNIEST THING AT THE FAIR. l6l string to get courage to ask the question. Then her face relaxed, and therecame into it a kindly look, and she said, Parson Brown, I will. You have allbeen proper good to me, and have always meant well, if you do say Ichabod to me now; you mean well. Susan pulled down a large heap of corn to husk while telling her story, andshook out of it the dry corn-cockles, saying, First the blade, and then the ear,and then the full corn in the ear, and adding, Every cornstalk is a Thanks-giving sermon. The children drew near to hear, and with them one girl,Susanna, whose eyes grew with the story. Tell all you know, said Deacon White; and it is mighty interesting tohear a person tell a little more than he knows. I always like people that cansee just a little beyond the horizon — what is the imagination for? I shall tell
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