Paula the Waldensian - Eva Lecomte

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It was decided, in accord with Mlle. Virtud, to have classes twice a week. Thursdays would be for reading, writing and arithmetic, and Sundays would be a time for learning songs and for putting their studies into practice by reading in the Bible, and, for what several had been asking, namely, to learn how to pray. If the Breton was a model scholar, this could not be said of his two younger sons. These boys appeared to be much below the average in natural intelligence, besides the fact that their ordinary educational opportunities had, as in the case of Joseph, their older brother, been decidedly neglected. Their father had compelled them to attend the "night-school," but apparently they didn't seem to grasp what it was all about. Without any apparent cause they both would suddenly duck down below the table to hide their merriment. Whatever story, no matter how interesting, was read aloud, they didn't appear to comprehend a word of it, and if a chapter from the Bible was read they either showed elaborate signs of boredom or else they would doze in their seats. Paula would gaze at them sadly--her young heart was grieved at such colossal indifference. The three comrades of the Breton, however, were decidedly different, taking up their studies with great eagerness and listening well to everything that was read aloud. "It's a whole lot better here than spending our money at the liquor shop," they would say with a smile of satisfaction. "I'll say so," the Breton would chime in. "I'll tell you what, comrades, if I'd known only before all that one gains in Christ's service, I would have started long ago on this new life with Him." The happiest and most beloved of all in the school was Gabriel. He was so happy that he was able to come in and study with the others; and when it 189
came to singing, his marvelously fresh and clear tones outclassed them all-- that is, all but one. I seem to hear yet those lovely hymns that were sung with such sincerity and heartiness--but the voice that rang clear and true above all others is now mingling its notes with the choirs of heaven. 190
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PAULA THE WALDENSIAN Eva Lecomte
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Villar-Pellice, France. Translator'
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Of course, our own garden covering
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errands for me, and the only thing
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sir, take this little orphan as you
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"You can talk to me as you like," I
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However, on this particular afterno
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"Keep quiet, Lisita. Your tongue ru
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other end of the house. Are you res
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happy song of the canaries, from wh
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and then suddenly came that terribl
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help me?'" "But I thought Mamma die
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church, nor anything of the kind. H
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"Oh," I exclaimed beamingly; "I do
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At last the great day arrived. It w
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With tenderness and infinite care P
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cup of hot milk. She placed her han
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father had placed under the apple-t
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endeavor to make her happy and forg
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"See my flowers," she said. "I pick
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luntly tell her the truth that we l
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any time to come and call us, but s
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"No," she said, "I'm not afraid to
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"Because I didn't know what to say
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Chapter 6 In the midst of darkness
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already told you that in this house
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"Oh, let her pray, father," implore
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words. Have you found them yet?" Pa
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would have exchanged all my books f
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you." But Paula continued crying, i
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the back of her sleeve, as she turn
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Poor Paula seemed at a loss. "Well,
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And so Teresa and Paula kneeled tog
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"Well, well," said my father, "I'm
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saw it again, I'm afraid--I'm afrai
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"Why do you ask that, sir?" she sai
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until, until--" My poor father coul
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"Oh, yes, indeed, I do forgive you,
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And then, as she thought of the dea
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for the first time in my life, I wa
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"No, Teresa dear," and Paula sighed
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"Oh, no indeed, you shall all come
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And the "things" which we "saw" wer
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"Oh, sir," cried Paula, to one of t
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here," she said amiably. "Now, we m
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do with you! Here's another package
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Chapter 9 A little glimpse of heave
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For there is no night there. Paula
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Paula that sang. But don't punish h
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Chapter 10 In the country Once a ye
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Soon after this there would appear
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and Edward informed us that at one
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disappointment to you," he said, pa
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But she shook her head as if trying
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"How is that?" "Oh, I'm just stayin
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upon the beauty of her eyes and hai
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Paula threw her grammar on a road-s
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We soon recognized with joy that it
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of people." Paula had such a sympat
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"Oh, why not now, Louisa?" "Because
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Mademoiselle Paula. That afternoon
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Chapter 12 A treasure restored Our
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"You know, Paula, father always giv
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her past life in that far-off Walde
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Chapter 13 The school-teacher and h
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disagreeable thing in the house wit
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exacting a promise from Paula that
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Presently the shawl came down from
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"I'm afraid you will have to wait a
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Page 149 and 150: "May God bless them both," and Marg
Page 151 and 152: Chapter 15 The Breton It was a snow
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Page 161 and 162: "And do you believe He could do it?
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Page 173 and 174: Chapter 17 The young school-mistres
Page 175 and 176: tell you! It's God Himself who's do
Page 177 and 178: permission at last. The Breton came
Page 179 and 180: learned to pray. But now some of th
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Page 183 and 184: a smile. "You see, the Breton has a
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Page 197 and 198: Chapter 20 In His presence At times
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