Hoskins, got sick and Jim goes there to play and sing to her, and
you know what George Hoskins is. He must have his drink and offer
visitors some--and poor Jim--just the smell of it knocks him out. The
minister says Jim must be saved. But how's it to be done, tell me
that? There ain't anything smart or knowing about me, but the
minister'll never save Jim Tumley less'n he kills off a few of our
comfortable, respectable drinkers and closes up the hotel. And I tell
you, nobody but God Almighty could make this town dry."
"Well, Fanny," smiled Grandma, "I've noticed that if there ever is a
job that nobody but the Almighty can handle, He generally takes it in
hand and settles it."
CHAPTER XVI
THE HOUSEWARMING
Jocelyn Brownlee was dressing for the minister's party. She was laying
out the prettiest of her pretty things and sighing as she did it. For
what two months before would have seemed a joyous occasion was now
nothing but a painful, trying ordeal, an ordeal that must, however, be
gallantly gone through with.
Ever since that afternoon when she had stood on the back porch waving
joyfully to David and received no answer her world had lost its color.
All the rose and gold had faded and she stood lonely and lost and cold
in a mist of mystery.
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