icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

A Day of Fate

Chapter 2 IT WAS INEVITABLE

Word Count: 1940    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

s so depressed that everything I said was forced and unnatural. My head felt as if it were bursting, and I was enraged with myself and the

s trying to satisfy herself that I had recovered my senses, and that my unexpected words, spoken in the morning, were the result of a mood that was as transient as it was abnormal. I think I puzzled h

on banishing every unnatural

end, Old Plod? Did the

as ever this morning. T

laugh. "Old Plod inspires me with a sense of confidence and stabi

afe as a horse-block, a

me Da

ghtly. She evidently had some association in her min

ly answers as a stea

ong," I replied, "even in a wor

dy sunshine to these

hine' would make the world as d

but even if we had all burned up last night, this part of the world would have been wonderfu

," I said carelessly. "The greatest good to the

I don't like it," Miss Warren prot

ton. God cares for each one of His children, a

ad of thee, mother. If

we must go off

s love for us in a que

abru

other looked pained a

said

me day, I hope. The lightning bolt may h

d she didn't need any," said the matter-of-fact Adah, "At any rate

a trifle bitterly; "for according to Mrs. Yocom

ther Adah nor I was in

could c

t a thrilling narrative you could write for your paper," Miss Warren began. Seemingly

rigible, however,

make an item among the

the doctor arrived so promptly. The casualty had already occurred, and I'm quite

s Warren; blunders are

enius fo

e. One would think, Mr. Morton, accepting your view of yourself, that you could supply your

rs would make

your paper is very

er had the bad taste to publis

gic in that remark. Ha

rt

I doubt whether you have ever seen New Yor

be afraid of lightnin

to flash back and fo

mless, and Mr. Morton's partake of the auro

e not so myster

ause is,

rom the table; and she came and took my hand. "Richard Morton,

t was full of kind, regretful interest; but with the perversity

that an owl would have been equally useful there. I fear I'm going to be ill, Mrs.

en?" she asked, with a smile that

slang of the shop; I meant one of the boys employed in the printing-rooms. Mrs. Yocomb, I have now satisfied you that I'm too much of a bear to deserve any gentler nurse. I truly think I had better

w I should feel hurt beyond measure. Thee's

often put my foot down, but when I do, it's like old South Mountain there. Ah, here comes the doctor. Doctor Bates, if thee doesn

," said Adah, in a low tone. She had stolen close to my

worse," Doctor

dently believed in tonic treatment and counter-irritants. "He woul

all thee wishes if th

oyish face shadowed

k, for her little figure came tottering out of the parlor

thee doesn't stay I'

d carried her back to the sof

lah; I'll do an

her hands gleefull

. He's promised me

be in bed this moment. Your pulse indicates a very high fever. What's more, you seem badl

e very long. Because these friends are so good and kind is no reason why I

said Mrs. Yocomb earnestly. "Adah, thee see that his room is ready. I'

than I can. I'll try and help a little, however, and will prescribe for you after I've seen Zillah;" a

tanding in the doorway, and a little aloof, came to me, and he

ow how sorry I am. I do owe you so much! Pleas

o did not ask me to stay

o, that I'd be ill in

right. "Remember I'm ill, delirious it may be; but whatever happens, also remember that I said I wouldn't change anything. Wer

as if I were giving her ab

e. Oh, if you but

I shook my head, with a

n a whisper, and we

om. I saw Adah's intent, wistful look as I tried to thank her. Mrs. Yocomb's kind,

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
A Day of Fate
A Day of Fate
“1880. The book begins: Another month's work will knock Morton into pi, was a remark that caught my ear as I fumed from the composing-room back to my private office. I had just irately blamed a printer for a blunder of my own, and the words I overheard reminded me of the unpleasant truth that I had recently made a great many senseless blunders, over which I chafed in merciless self-condemnation. For weeks and months my mind had been tense under the strain of increasing work and responsibility. It was my nature to become absorbed in my tasks, and, as night editor of a prominent city journal, I found a limitless field for labor. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.”
1 Chapter 1 THE DAY AFTER2 Chapter 2 IT WAS INEVITABLE 3 Chapter 3 RETURNING CONSCIOUSNESS4 Chapter 4 IN THE DARK5 Chapter 5 A FLASH OF MEMORY6 Chapter 6 WEAKNESS7 Chapter 7 OLD PLOD IDEALIZED8 Chapter 8 AN IMPULSE9 Chapter 9 A WRETCHED FAILURE10 Chapter 10 IN THE DEPTHS11 Chapter 11 POOR ACTING12 Chapter 12 THE HOPE OF A HIDDEN TREASURE13 Chapter 13 THE OLD MEETING-HOUSE AGAIN14 Chapter 14 LOVE TEACHING ETHICS15 Chapter 15 DON'T THINK OF ME 16 Chapter 16 RICHARD17 Chapter 17 MY WORST BLUNDER18 Chapter 18 MRS. YOCOMB'S LETTERS19 Chapter 19 ADAH20 Chapter 20 THANKSGIVING DAY21 Chapter 21 RIPPLES ON DEEP WATER