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THE
DEVIL'S GARDEN
By
W. B. MAXWELL
Author of
IN COTTON WOOL, MRS. THOMPSON, SEYMOUR CHARLTON, ETC.
Indianapolis
The Bobbs-Merrill Company
Publishers
1914
THE DEVIL'S GARDEN
The Devil playeth in a man's mind like a
wanton child in a garden, bringing his filth
to choke each open path, uprooting the
tender plants, and trampling the buds that
should have blown for the Master.
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I
The village postmaster stood staring at an official envelope that had just been shaken out of a mailbag upon the sorting-table. It was addressed to himself; and for a few moments his heart beat quicker, with sharp, clean percussions, as if it were trying to imitate the sounds made by the two clerks as they plied their stampers on the blocks. Perhaps this envelope contained his fate.
Soon the stamping was finished; the sortin