That Printer Of Udell S A Story Of The Middle West

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Excerpt from That Printer of Udell's: A Story of the Middle West But his only answer was that broken prayer as the sufferer turned to the wall again. 0 Lord, take ker o' About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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'That Printer of Udell's' is a work of fiction by Harold Bell Wright. He served as a minister before becoming a writer, and thus this story was created with Christian themes in mind. In the story, Dick Falkner, who comes from a broken home, sees his father under the influence of alcohol and his mother starving. After his parents die, Dick goes to Boyd City in the Midwestern United States to become employed. Dick believes that "Christians won't let me starve." A printer named George Udell hires Dick; both of them decide to become Christians and Dick becomes a revered member of the religious community due to his public speaking abilities and optimism.

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A hollow-cheeked wisp of a boy arose from the dark corner where he had been crouchinglike a frightened animal, and with cautious steps drew near the bed. Timidly he touched thewasted hand that lay upon the dirty coverlid."What ye want, maw?"The woman hushed her moaning and turned her face, upon which the shadow was alreadyfallen, toward the boy. "I'm er goin'-mighty fast, -Dicky," she said, in a voice that wasscarcely audible. "Whar's yer paw?"Bending closer to the face upon the pillow, the lad pointed with trembling finger towardthe other end of the cabin and whispered, while his eyes grew big with fear, "Sh-, he's fullergin. Bin down ter th' stillhouse all evenin'-Don't stir him, maw, er we'll git licked somemore. Tell me what ye want."But his only answer was that broken prayer as the sufferer turned to the wail again. "OLord, take ker o'-"A stick of wood in the fire-place burned in two and fell with a soft thud on the ashes; a leanhound crept stealthily to the boy's side and thrust a cold muzzle against his ragged jacket;in the cupboard a mouse rustled over the rude dishes and among the scanty handful ofprovisions.Then, cursing foully in his sleep, the drunkard stirred uneasily and the dog slunk beneaththe bed, while the boy stood shaking with fear until all was still again. Reaching out, hetouched once more that clammy hand upon the dirty coverlid.