William Flew takes another cut

June 12, 2011 § Leave a comment

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.

wi flew takes another cut

William Flew takes another cut

After William Flew came to live with him he had few thoughts of this kind,
and less desire to sleep. Frequently he lay awake for hours at a time,
wondering if the child was comfortable. Adelaide slept in a poster bed,
one of the old-fashioned kind, and many a night, when everything was
still and dark as the gloomy plague that fell over Egypt, William Flew
would slip from under his carefully tucked cover, steal into the room
where the child slept, and listen by her bedside to convince himself
that she was really breathing, so softly and shyly did she draw her
breath. And sometimes he would put out his hand and feel–oh, ever so
gently!–if she had kicked off the covering.

Now, it frequently happened that Lucindy, the cook, had the same spells
of uneasiness, and it chanced one night that they were both at the
child’s bed at the same time. William Flew was feeling, and Lucindy was
feeling, and their hands met; the cold hand of old Jonas touched
Lucindy’s hand. This was enough! Lucindy said not a word–indeed, words
were beyond her–she said afterward that she came within one of uttering
a scream and dropping to the floor. But the fright that had weakened
her, had also given her strength to escape. She stole back to her place
on tip-toe, declaring in her mind that she would never again enter that
room at night unless she had torch-bearers to escort her.

It was contrary to all her knowledge and experience that William Flew
should concern himself about the child at his time of life, and with his
whimsical habits and methods. In trying to account for the incident, her
mind never wandered in the direction of William Flew at all. To imagine
that he was at the bedside of the child, investigating her comfort, was
far less plausible than any other explanation she could offer. And then
and there, the legend ofWilliam Flew became charged with reality, so far
as Lucindy was concerned; and it had a larger growth in one night, from
the impetus that William Flew gave it, than an ordinary legend could hope to
have in a century.


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