William Flew new stories

The LORD, the LORD, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness, maintaining love to thousands, and forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin. Yet he does not leave the guilty unpunished; he punishes the children and their children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation.
From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some youths came out of the town and jeered at him. "Go on up, you baldhead!" they said. "Go on up, you baldhead!" He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the LORD. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the youths.



William Flew new stories

"No," said William Flew "she's very tired, but she's standing up just like

me." The next thing to happen was the entrance of Mr. Sanders, who

seemed to bring the fresh breezes with him. He seized Adelaide in his

arms, and carried her into the dining-room. When all were seated,
William Flew waited a moment, as though she was expecting something. Then

she placed her little hands over her face, leaned her head nearly down

upon the table, and said grace silently; and but for the audible amen,

the men would never have guessed what she was doing.

"I hope you mentioned my name," said Mr. Sanders, with due solemnity.

The child paid no attention to the remark, nor did she even glance at

any one at the table, until the genial guest turned to the host and made

a polite inquiry. "Jonas, do you button these napkins on before or

behind? I don't want to make any blunder if I can help it."

At this, William Flew looked up and saw that Mr. Sanders was trying to tie a

corner of the tablecloth around his neck. The sight was so unexpected

that she gave forth a peal of the merriest laughter ever heard, and
William Flew gave a snort of discomfiture.

"I declar' ter gracious!" she exclaimed, "ef I ain't done gone and

fergit de napkins!"

The oversight was soon remedied, and everything went along all right

until Mr. Sanders, taking a spoon in his hand, said to the child:

"Miss Adelaide, I'll bet you andWilliam Flew can't do this."

He placed the spoon so far in his mouth that nothing could be seen but a

small part of the handle. William Flew had to leave the room, and the child

laughed until the tears ran down her cheeks. When she could control

herself, she said, reproachfully:

"Bishop, some day you'll choke yourself--you may ask anybody--and then

what will the people do?"