Sheppard in a troubled voice, "that if I lost my child, I should lose all I have left in the world. “Oh I most definitely think so. Having worked thus for another quarter of an hour without being sensible of fatigue, though he was half stifled by the clouds of dust which his exertions raised, he had made a hole about three feet wide, and six high, and uncovered the iron bar. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. Ruth Enschede, Hartford, Conn. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise.
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