Medical Respirator Mask e thought might have been picked up at the mill. It contained papers only valuable to the owner, and also a five pound note, which was liberally offered to the windmiller if he could find the book, and forward it at once. Master Lake began to have a kind of reckless, gambling sort of feeling about luck. Here would be an easily earned five pounds, if he could but have the luck to find the missing property That ten shillings a week had come pretty easily to him. When all is said, there are people into whose mouths the larks fall ready cooked The windmiller looked inside the mill and outside the mill, and wandered a long way along the chalky road with his eyes downwards, but he was no nearer to the five pound note for his pains. Then he went to his wife, but she had seen nothing of the pocket book on which her husband somewhat unreasonably observed that, A might a been zartin thee couldn t help un He next betook himself to George, who was slowly, and it is to be hoped surely, sweeping out the round house. Gearge, my boy, said the windmiller, in not too anxious tones, have what do face masks actually do ee seen a pocket book lying about anywheres George leaned upon his broom with one hand, and with the other scratched his white head. What be a pocket book, then, Master Lake said he, grinning, as if at his own ignorance. Thee s eerd of a pocket book before now, thee vool, sure ly said medical respirator mask the impatient windmiller. I se eerd of a pocket of hops, Master medical respirator mask Lake, said George, after an irritating pause, during which he still smiled, and scratched his poll as if to stimulate recollection. Book book book pocket book shouted the miller. If thee can t read, thee knows what a book is, thee gawney What a vool I be, to be sure said George, his simple countenance lighted up with a broader smile than before. I knows a book, sartinly, Master Lake, I knows a book. There s one, George continued, speaking even slower than before, there s one inzide, sir, a big un. On the shelf it be. A Vamly Bible they calls un. And I m sartin sure it be there, he concluded, for a hasn t been moved since the last time you christened, Master Lake. The miller turned away, biting his lip hard, to repress a useless outburst of rage, and George, still smiling sweetly, spun the broom dexterously between his hands, as a man spins the water out of a stable mop. Just before Master Lake had got beyond earshot, George lowered the broom, and began to scratch his head once more. I be a proper vool, sartinly, said he and when the miller heard this, he turned back. Mother allus said I d no more sense in my yead than a dumbledore, George candidly confessed. And by a dumbledore he meant a humble bee. It do take me such a time to mind any thing, sir. Well, never mind, Gearge, said the miller if thee s slow.e walls. To day all was quite different. He avoided the gardens, he was afraid of being seen by his teacher, and though cook had an unusual display of pots and pans in operation, he sat in the corner of the kitchen indifferent to everything but the thought of the Yew lane Ghost. The dinner for Bessy was 208 put between two saucers, and as cook gave it into his hands she asked kindly after his sister, and added You don t look over well yourself, lad What s amiss Bill answered that he was quite well, and hurried out of the house to avoid further inquiries. He was becoming afraid of everyone As he passed the garden he thought of the gardener, and wondered if he would help him. He was very young and very good natured he had taken of late to coming to see Bessy, and Bill had his own ideas upon that point finally, he had a small class at the night school. Bill wondered whether if he screwed up his courage to night to go, John Gardener would walk back with him for the pleasure of hearing the latest accounts of Bessy. But all hopes of this sort were cut off by Master Arthur s voice shouting to him from the garden Hi, there I want you, Willie Come here, I say. Bill ran through the evergreens, and there among the flower beds in the sunshine he saw first, John Gardener driving a mowing machine over the velvety grass under Master Arthur s very nose, so there was no getting a private interview with him. Secondly, Master Arthur himself, sitting on the ground with 209 his terrier in his lap, directing the proceedings by medical respirator mask means of a donkey headed stick with elaborately carved ears and thirdly, Master Arthur s friend. Now little bits of gossip will fly and it had been heard in the dining room, and conveyed by the parlour maid to the kitchen, and passed from the kitchen into the village, that Master Arthur s friend was a very clever young gentleman consequently Beauty Bill had been bs en 149 ffp2 very anxious to see medical respirator mask him. As, however, the clever young gentleman was lying on his back on the grass, with his hat flattened over his face to keep out the sun, and an open book lying on its face upon his waistcoat to keep the place, and otherwise quite immovable, and very like other young gentlemen, Bill did not feel much the wiser for looking at him. He had a better view of him soon, however, for Master Arthur began to poke his friend s legs with the donkey headed stick, and to exhort him to get up. Hi Bartram, get up Here s my prime pupil. See what we can turn out. You may examine him if you like. Willie this gentleman is a very clever gentleman, so you must keep your wits about you. He ll put questions to you, I can tell you There s as much difference between his head and mine, as between mine and the head of this stick. And Master Arthur flourished his.
he blessing wi. What says the Scripture, man The living, the living, he shall praise Thee The doctor was a Scotchman, and Master Swift always listened with sympathy to a North countryman. He was convinced, too, and took his tuning fork to the meals, and led the grace. Nor could his expectation of the speedy end of all things restrain his instinctive anxiety and watchfulness for Jan s health. On the evening of that visit to the mill, he used some little manoeuvring to accomplish Jan s being sent back with him to the village, to arrange for the burial of the three children. A glow of satisfaction suffused his rough face as he got Jan out of medical respirator mask the tainted house into the fresh evening air, though it paled again before that other look which was now habitual to him, as, waving his hand towards the ripening corn fields, he quoted from one of Mr. Herbert s loftiest hymns, We talk of harvests, there are no such things, But when we leave our corn and hay. There is no fruitful year but that which brings The last and loved, though dreadful Day. Oh, show Thyself to me, Or take me up to Thee CHAPTER XXVI. THE BEASTS OF THE VILLAGE. ABEL SICKENS. THE GOOD SHEPHERD. RUFUS PLAYS THE PHILANTHROPIST. MASTER SWIFT SEES THE SUN RISE. THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS. Amid the havoc made by the fever amongst men, women, and children, the immunity of the beasts and birds had a sad strangeness. There was a small herd of pigs which changed hands three times in ten days. The last purchaser hesitated, and was only induced by the cheapness of the bargain to suppress a feeling that they brought ill luck. Cats mewed wistfully about desolated hearths. One dog moaned near the big grave in which his master lay, and others, with sad sagacious eyes, went to look for new friends and homes. It was a day or two after the burial of the miller s three children, that, as Jan sat at dinner with Abel and his two parents, he was struck by the way in which the mill cats hung about Abel, purring and rubbing themselves against his legs. I do think they misses the others, he whispered to his foster brother, and his tears fell thick and fast on to his plate. Abel made no answer. He did not wish Jan to know that he had given all his food by bits to the cats, because he could not swallow it himself. But, later in the day, Jan found him in the round house, lying on an empty sack, with his head against a full one. Don how to use face mask medical t ee tell mother, he said but I do feel bad. And as Jan sat down, and put his arms about him, on the very spot where they had so often sat together, learning the alphabet and educating their thumbs, Abel laid his head on his foster brother s shoulder, saying, I do think, Janny dear, that Mary, she wants me, and the others too. I think I be going after them. Bu.w, you shouldn t have come out on this expedition. Now, for you, Willie, added the young gentleman, whirling sharply round, if you re not a pattern Solomon henceforth, it won t be the fault of your friends. And if wisdom doesn t bring you to school after this, I shall try the argument of the where to buy a mask near me one legged donkey. I don t think I shall miss next time, Sir. 233 I medical respirator mask hope you different respiratory masks won t. Now, John, as you ve come so far, you may as well see the lad safe home but don t shake hands with the family in the present state of your fists, or you might throw somebody into a fit. Good night Yew lane echoed a round of Good nights and Bill and the gardener went off in high spirits. As they crossed the road, Bill looked round, and under the trees saw the young gentlemen strolling back to the Rectory, arm in arm. Mr. Bartram Lindsay with his chin high in the air, and Master Arthur vehemently exhorting him on some topic, of which he was pointing the moral with flourishes of the one legged donkey. For those who like to know what became of everybody, these facts are added The young gentlemen got safely home and Master Arthur gave such a comical account of their adventure, that the Rector laughed too much to scold them, even if he had wished. Beauty Bill went up and down Yew lane on many a moonlight night after this one, but he never saw another ghost, or felt any more fears in connection with Ephraim Garnett. To make matters more entirely comfortable, however, John kindly took to the 234 custom of walking home with the lad after night school was ended. In return for this attention, Bill s family were apt to ask him in for an hour and by their fire side he told the story of the two ghosts so often from the manufacture in the Rectory barn to the final apparition at the cross roads that the whole family declare they feel just as if they had seen it. Bessy, under the hands of the cheerful doctor, got quite well, and eventually married. As her cottage boasts the finest window plants in the village, it is shrewdly surmised that her husband is a gardener. Bully Tom talked very loudly for some time of having the law of the rival ghost but finding, perhaps, that the story did not redound medical respirator mask to his credit, was unwilling to give it further publicity, and changed his mind. Winter and 3m medical respirator summer, day and night, sunshine and moonlight, have passed over the lane and the churchyard, and the wind has had many a ghostly howl among the yews, since poor Bill learnt the story of the murder but he knows now that the true Ephraim Garnett has never been seen on the cross roads since a hundred years ago, and will not be till the Great Day. In the ditch by the side of Yew lane shortly after 235 the events I have been describing, a where can you find kimberly clark mask n95 little lad found a large turnip, in which someo.e rose the windmill, and a thatched cattle shed and some palings made an admirable foreground. On the top and edges of these lay the snow, outlining them in white, which again the slate pencil could imitate effectively. There only wanted something darker than the slate masque ffp2 itself to do those parts of the foreground and the mill which looked darker than the sky, and for this Jan trusted to pen and ink when he reached his desk. The drawing was very successful, and Jan was so absorbed in admiring it that he did not notice the schoolmaster s approach, but feeling some one behind him, he fancied it was one of the boys, and held up the slate triumphantly, whispering, Look ee here It was Master Swift who looked, and snatching the slate he brought it down on the sharp corner of the desk, and broke it to pieces. Then he went back to his place, and spoke neither bad nor good to Jan for the rest of the school time. Jan would much rather have been beaten. Once or twice he made essay to go up to Master Swift s desk, but the old man s stern countenance discouraged him, and he finally shrank into a corner and sat weeping bitterly. He sat there till every scholar but himself had gone, and still the schoolmaster did not speak. Jan slunk out, and when Master Swift turned homewards Jan followed silently in his footsteps through the snow. At the door of the cottage, the old man looked round with a relenting face. I suppose Rufus ll insist on your coming in, said he and Jan rushing in hid his face in Rufus s curls, and sobbed heavily. Tut, tut said the schoolmaster. No more of that, child. There is n95 better or n99 s bitters enough in life, without being so prodigal of your tears. Come and sit down with ye, he went on. You re very young, lad, and maybe I m foolish to be angry with ye that you re not wise. But yet ye ve more sense than your years in some respects, and I m thinking I ll try and make ye see things as I see em. I m going to tell ye something about myself, if ye d care to hear it. I d be main pleased, Master Swift, said Jan, earnestly. I d none of your advantages, lad, said the old man. where to get masks berkeley ca n95 When I was your age, I knew more mischief than you need ever know, and uncommon little else. I m a self educated man, I used to hope I should live to hear folk say a self made Great Man. It s a bitter thing to have the ambition without the genius, to smoulder in the fire that great men shine by However, it s something to have just the saving sense to know that ye ve not got it, though it s taken a wasted lifetime to convince me, and I sometimes think the deceiving serpent is more scotched than killed yet. However, ye seem to me to be likelier to lack the ambition than the genius, so we may let that bide. But there s a snare of mine, Jan, that I mean your feet to be.
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He would have had Benjamin s share of bits from the cupboard, but that the other children begged so medical respirator mask much oftener, and Mrs. Lake was not capable of refusing any thing to a steady tease. He could walk the whole length medical respirator mask of a turnip field without taking a munch, unless he were hungry, though even dear old Abel invariably exercised his jaws upon a turmut. And he made himself ill with hedge fruits and ground roots seldomer than any other member of the family. So far, Jan gave less trouble than the rest. But then he had a spirit of enterprise which never misled them. From the effects of this, Abel saved his life more than once. On one occasion he pulled him out of the wash tub, into which he had plunged head foremost, in a futile endeavor to blow soap bubbles through a fragment of clay pipe, which he had picked up on the road, and which made his lips sore for a week, besides nearly causing his death by drowning. From diving into the deepest recesses of the windmill it became hopeless to try to hinder him, and when Abel was fairly taken into the business Mrs. Lake relied upon his care for his foster brother. And Jan was wary and nimble, for his own part, and gave little trouble. His great delight was to gaze first out of one window, and then out of the opposite one either blinking as the great sails drove by, as if they would strike him in the face, or watching the shadows of them invisible, as they passed like noon day ghosts over the grass. His habit of taking himself off on solitary expeditions neither the miller s hazel stick nor Mrs. Lake s treacle stick could cure by force or favor. One November evening, just after tea, Jan disappeared, and the yellow kitten also. When his bed time came, Mrs. Lake sought him high and low, and Abel went carefully, mill candlestick in hand, through every floor, from the millstones t.gone away Not that he did say that that was the princess song what he said was, I wish I were an only son This was rather a vain wish, for round the dining room fire where he soon joined them were gathered his nine brothers and sisters, who, to say the truth, 13 were not looking much more lively and cheerful than he. And yet of all days in the year on which to be doleful and dissatisfied this was Christmas Eve. Now I know that the idea of dulness or discomfort at Christmas is a very improper one, particularly in a story. We all know how every little boy in a story book spends the Christmas holidays. First, there is the large hamper of good things sent by grandpapa, which is as inexhaustible as Fortunatus s purse, and contains everything, from a Norfolk turkey to grapes from the grandpaternal vinery. There is the friend who gives a guinea to each member of the family, and sees who will spend it best. There are the godpapas and godmammas, who might almost be fairy sponsors from the number of expensive gifts that they bring upon the scene. The uncles and aunts are also liberal. One night is devoted to a magic lantern which has a perfect focus , another to the pantomime, a third to a celebrated conjuror, a fourth to a Christmas tree and juvenile ball. The happy youth makes himself sufficiently ill with plum pudding, to testify to the reader how good it was, and how much there was of it but recovers in time to fall a victim to the negus and trifle at 14 supper for the same reason. He is neither fatigued with late hours nor surfeited with sweets or if he is, we do not hear of it. But as this is a strictly candid history, I will at once confess the truth, on behalf of my hero medical respirator mask and his brothers and sisters. They had spent the morning in decorating the old church, in pricking holly about the house, and in making a mistletoe bush. Then in the afternoon they had tasted the Christmas soup and seen it given out they had put a finishing touch to the snow man by crowning him with holly, and had dragged the yule logs home from the carpenter s. And now, the early tea being over, Paterfamilias had gone to finish his sermon for to morrow his friend was shut up in his room and Materfamilias was in hers, with one of those painful headaches which medical respirator mask even Christmas will not always keep away. So the ten children were left to amuse themselves, and they found it rather a difficult matter. Here s a nice Christmas said our hero. He had turned his youngest brother out of the arm chair, and was now lying in it with his legs over the side. Here s a nice Christmas A fellow might just as well be at school. I wonder what Adolphus Brown would think of being cooped up with a lot of children like this It s his party to night, and he s to have champagne an.