Some of our people - Softcover

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 Excerpt: ...cup to his mouth and then more nervously than before she exclaimed, "Oh, wait a minute! Here are some quinine pills. Take all of them," and she poured a half dozen into his hand. Obedient to her commands, he washed them down with the coffee. "That's the best coffee I ever drank in all my life," he said. "Why, Abner!" "Yes, he said, bending forward and looking up, "because you made it and because you brought it." She gave a quick scream, "Don't move! don't move!" she exclaimed and throwing the umbrella down she jumped behind him, and with hands full of dirt repaired the little break that his movement had made. Then she took the umbrella once more and stood at his side. "I beg your pardon. I won't do it again," he said, and he added, "Jane, you are the most thoughtful person I ever knew. At the sale you were the only one who said a kind word to me and now--" "Do you think the water will get any higher?" she quickly asked. "No. But I don't care--just so you are here." "Hold the umbrella, Abner, and I'll pour you another cup of coffee. It's not very warm but it's better than nothing." He held the umbrella over her as far as he could hold his arm and wished that his arm were longer. It was a commonplace matter--pouring a cup of coffee--but somehow as she did it Abner forgot about his unwashed and unshaven face and uncombed hair and admired the girl at his side, her graceful ways, her sweet, earnest face. It made him glad that his better intentions had conquered and that he had saved the dam, if only for a few moments of her devoted attention. When a young man feels that a good woman is regarding him as a hero, martyrdom is easy and pain is naught. Courage com...