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Wednesday, 5-Sep-2012 22:35 Email | Share | | Bookmark
133 Warren?" tomsshoestore

Warren?&quot; she concluded. Speaking judiciously, as one related to the church by marriage, Mrs. Warren gave verdict: &quot;I'm sure we're all heartily in accord with Mrs. Kennicott in feeling that wherever genuinepoverty is encountered, it is not only noblesse oblige but a joy to fulfil our duty to the less fortunateones. But I must say it seems to me we should lose the whole point of the thing by not regarding itas charity. Why, that's the chief adornment of the true Christian and the church! The Bible has laidit down for our guidance. Toms New Styles
`Faith, Hope, and Charity,' it says, and, `The poor ye have with yealways,' which indicates that there never can be anything to these socalled scientific schemes forabolishing charity, never! And isn't it better so? I should hate to think of a world in which we weredeprived of all the pleasure of giving. Besides, if these shiftless folks realize they're getting charity,and not something to which they have a right, they're so much more grateful.&quot; &quot;Besides,&quot; snorted Miss Ella Stowbody, &quot;they've been fooling you, Mrs. Kennicott. There isn'tany real poverty here. Take that Mrs. Toms The Row Steinhof you speak of: I send her our washing wheneverthere's too much for our hired girl I must have sent her ten dollars' worth the past year alone! I'msure Papa would never approve of a city homebuilding fund. Papa says these folks are fakers.Especially all these tenant farmers that pretend they have so much trouble getting seed andmachinery. Papa says they simply won't pay their debts. He says he's sure he hates to foreclosemortgages, but it's the only way to make them respect the law.&quot; &quot;And then think of all the clothes we give these people!&quot; said Mrs. Toms Vegan
Jackson Elder. Carol intruded again. &quot;Oh yes. The clothes. I was going to speak of that. Don't you think thatwhen we give clothes to the poor, if we do give them old ones, we ought to mend them first andmake them as presentable as we can? Next Christmas when the Thanatopsis makes its distribution,wouldn't it be jolly if we got together and sewed on the clothes, and trimmed hats, and made them &quot; &quot;Heavens and earth, they have more time than we have! They ought to be mighty good andgrateful to get anything, no matter what shape it's in.

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126 She listened TomsHerringbone

She listened respectably to statistics onDickens, Thackeray, Jane Austen, George Eliot, Scott, Hardy, Lamb, De Quincey, and Mrs.Humphry Ward, who, it seemed, constituted the writers of English Fiction and Essays. Not till she inspected the restroom did she again become a fanatic. She had often glanced at thestorebuilding which had been turned into a refuge in which farmwives could wait while theirhusbands transacted business. She had heard Vida Sherwin and Mrs. Warren caress the virtue of theThanatopsis in establishing the restroom and in sharing with the citycouncil the expense of maintaining it. Toms Herringbone
But she had never entered it till this March day. She went in impulsively; nodded at the matron, a plump worthy widow named Nodelquist, andat a couple of farmwomen who were meekly rocking. The restroom resembled a secondhandstore. It was furnished with discarded patent rockers, lopsided reed chairs, a scratched pine table, agritty straw mat, old steel engravings of milkmaids being morally amorous under willowtrees,faded chromos of roses and fish, and a kerosene stove for warming lunches. The front window wasdarkened by torn net curtains and by a mound of geraniums and rubberplants. While she was listening to Mrs. Toms Apparel Nodelquist's account of how many thousands of farmers' wives used the restroom every year, and how much they &quot;appreciated the kindness of the ladies inproviding them with this lovely place, and all free,&quot; she thought, &quot;Kindness nothing! Thekindladies' husbands get the farmers' trade. This is mere commercial accommodation. And it'shorrible. It ought to be the most charming room in town, to comfort women sick of prairie kitchens.Certainly it ought to have a clear window, so that they can see the metropolitan life go by. Someday I'm going to make a better restroom a clubroom. http://www.toms-shoe-store.org/
Why! I've already planned that as part ofmy Georgian town hall!&quot; So it chanced that she was plotting against the peace of the Thanatopsis at her third meeting(which covered Scandinavian, Russian, and Polish Literature, with remarks by Mrs. LeonardWarren on the sinful paganism of the Russian socalled church). Even before the entrance of thecoffee and hot rolls Carol seized on Mrs. Champ Perry, the kind and amplebosomed pioneerwoman who gave historic dignity to the modern matrons of the Thanatopsis. She poured out herplans. Mrs.

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119 " The other TomsClassics

&quot; The other poets worthy of consideration were Coleridge, Wordsworth Shelley, Gray,Mrs. Hemans, and Kipling. Miss Ella Stowbody obliged with a recital of &quot;The Recessional&quot; and extracts from &quot;LallaRookh.&quot; By request, she gave &quot;An Old Sweetheart of Mine&quot; as encore. Gopher Prairie had finished the poets. It was ready for the next week's labor: English Fictionand Essays. Toms Classics
Mrs. Dawson besought, &quot;Now we will have a discussion of the papers, and I am sure we shall all enjoy hearing from one who we hope to have as a new member, Mrs. Kennicott, who with hersplendid literary training and all should be able to give us many pointers and many helpfulpointers.&quot; Carol had warned herself not to be so &quot;beastly supercilious.&quot; She had insisted that in the belatedquest of these workstained women was an aspiration which ought to stir her tears. &quot;But they're soselfsatisfied. http://www.toms-shoe-store.org/ They think they're doing Burns a favor. They don't believe they have a `belated quest.'They're sure that they have culture salted and hung up.&quot; It was out of this stupor of doubt that Mrs.Dawson's summons roused her. She was in a panic. Toms Cordones
How could she speak without hurting them? Mrs. Champ Perry leaned over to stroke her hand and whisper, &quot;You look tired, dearie. Don'tyou talk unless you want to.&quot; Affection flooded Carol; she was on her feet, searching for words and courtesies: &quot;The only thing in the way of suggestion I know you are following a definite program, butI do wish that now you've had such a splendid introduction, instead of going on with some othersubject next year you could return and take up the poets more in detail. Especially actual quotations even though their lives are so interesting and, as Mrs. Warren said, so morally instructive.

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112 " `So you like TomsWrapBoots

&quot; `So you like my looks, eh?' I says, kind of innocent. &quot; `What difference does that make? Want you to saw that wood before Saturday,' he says, real sharp. Common workman going and getting fresh with a fifth of a million dollars all walkingaround in a handmedown fur coat! &quot; `Here's the difference it makes,' I says, just to devil him. `How do you know I like yourlooks?' Maybe he didn't look sore! Nope,' I says, `thinking it all over, I don't like your applicationfor a loan. Take it to another bank, only there ain't any,' I says, and I walks off on him. &quot;Sure. Toms Wrap Boots
Probably I was surly and foolish. But I figured there had to be one man in townindependent enough to sass the banker!&quot; He hitched out of his chair, made coffee, gave Carol a cup, and talked on, half defiant and halfapologetic, half wistful for friendliness and half amused by her surprise at the discovery that therewas a proletarian philosophy. At the door, she hinted: &quot;Mr. Bjornstam, if you were I, would you worry when people thought you were affected?&quot; &quot;Huh? Kick 'em in the face! Say, if I were a seagull, and all over silver, think I'd care what apack of dirty seals thought about my flying?&quot; It was not the wind at her back, it was the thrust of Bjornstam's scorn which carried her throughtown. She faced Juanita Haydock, cocked her head at Maud Dyer's brief nod, and came home toBea radiant. She telephoned Vida Sherwin to &quot;run over this evening. Toms Tiny &quot; She lustily playedTschaikowsky the virile chords an echo of the red laughing philosopher of the tarpaper shack. (When she hinted to Vida, &quot;Isn't there a man here who amuses himself by being irreverent to thevillage gods Bjornstam, some such a name?&quot; the reformleader said &quot;Bjornstam? Oh yes. Fixesthings. He's awfully impertinent.&quot;)IV Kennicott had returned at midnight. At breakfast he said four several times that he had missedher every moment. toms shoe store
On her way to market Sam Clark hailed her, &quot;The top o' the mornin' to yez! Going to stop andpass the time of day mit Sam'l? Warmer, eh? What'd the doc's thermometer say itwas? Say, you folks better come round and visit with us, one of these evenings. Don't be sodoggone proud, staying by yourselves.&quot; Champ Perry the pioneer, wheatbuyer at the elevator, stopped her in the postoffice, held herhand in his withered paws, peered at her with faded eyes, and chuckled, &quot;You are so fresh andblooming, my dear. Mother was saying t'other day that a sight of you was better 'n a dose ofmedicine.&quot; In the Bon Ton Store she found Guy Pollock tentatively buying a modest gray scarf. &quot;Wehaven't seen you for so long,&quot; she said.

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105 Their supper was TomsTinyTOMS

Their supper was the feast of two girls. Carol was in the diningroom, in a frock of black satinedged with gold, and Bea, in blue gingham and an apron, dined in the kitchen; but the door wasopen between, and Carol was inquiring, &quot;Did you see any ducks in Dahl's window?&quot; and Beachanting, &quot;No, ma'am. Say, ve have a svell time, dis afternoon. Tina she have coffee andkn?ckebr?d, and her fella vos dere, and ve yoost laughed and laughed, and her fella say he vospresident and he going to make me queen of Finland, and Ay stick a fedder in may hair and say Aybane going to go to var oh, ve vos so foolish and ve laugh so!&quot; When Carol sat at the piano again she did not think of her husband but of the bookdruggedhermit, Guy Pollock. She wished that Pollock would come calling. &quot;If a girl really kissed him, he'd creep out of his den and be human. Toms Tiny TOMS
If Will were as literate as Guy, or Guy were asexecutive as Will, I think I could endure even Gopher Prairie. &quot;It's so hard to mother Will. I couldbe maternal with Guy. Is that what I want, something to mother, a man or a baby or a town? I willhave a baby. Some day. But to have him isolated here all his receptive years &quot;And so to bed. toms shoes women &quot;Have I found my real level in Bea and kitchengossip? &quot;Oh, I do miss you, Will. But it will be pleasant to turn over in bed as often as I want to,without worrying about waking you up. &quot;Am I really this settled thing called a `married woman'? I feel so unmarried tonight. So free.To think that there was once a Mrs. Kennicott who let herself worry over a town called GopherPrairie when there was a whole world outside it! &quot;Of course Will is going to like poetry. Toms Youth
&quot;III A black February day. Clouds hewn of ponderous timber weighing down on the earth; anirresolute dropping of snow specks upon the trampled wastes. Gloom but no veiling of angularity.The lines of roofs and sidewalks sharp and inescapable. The second day of Kennicott's absence. She fled from the creepy house for a walk.

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