He must talk; and no one hindered him, for the
most of the working force of the village was busy trying to draw water
from the frozen pumps of the neighborhood.
"I might have known such a face would raise the devil," muttered he.
"Then, they are both done for!" was Summerman's quick answer. "If you are
burnt to death, it's clear you can't be drowned. So, it seems you're a new
man altogether. Sir, your wife calls you! But, before you go, pray, take
the Good Will doctrine in. A present from me, if you please."
Having said these words, the organist wiped his eyes, and laughed.
"If this is a dream," said Redman Rush, astonished into doubt of all he
saw and heard, "let me get home before I wake up, for God's sake." And he
turned away from the organist, and was hid in the crowd from the eyes that
followed him.
He turned away, but would he ever lose the memory of a soft voice, saying:
"Mr. Summerman, my boys and I insist on your coming to spend the holidays
with us."
Or, of a grey-haired gentleman's aspect, who came hurrying through the
crowd till he stood face to face with the little organist, whose hands he
grasped as he said:
"Never mind, lad; never mind.
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