AcreSoft Story Classic: ???? Kids Educational and Bedtime Stories for Children to Adults, in English

"How did you find Miss Lamar, doctor? Anything much the matter?" asked Dale, sauntering into his friend's office that evening, shortly after the return of the latter from his round of visits among his patients. Kenneth sat at his table, spatula in hand, making pills, a slight cloud of care on his brow. His reply was not a direct answer to the question. "Sit down, Godfrey," he said. "I've been thinking of calling in your aid in the management of this case." "Mine?" laughed Dale...

There was as yet no post-office in Chillicothe, and no regular mail. One came occasionally, brought by a man on horseback, and its arrival was always an event fraught with deep interest to most of the inhabitants. This occurred during Kenneth's absence, for the first time in many weeks. There was a letter for him from Glen Forest, of which Dale took possession, paying the postage. "When will your master be home?" he asked of Zeb, who was lounging before the office door...

"There's even-handed justice for ye, stranger?" A stalwart backwoodsman in hunting garb of dressed skins was the speaker, and the words were addressed to Kenneth, near to whom he had stood during the brief trial of Bill Slack. Dale had walked away in company with a brother lawyer, and Kenneth was turning from the unpleasant scene with a thought of pity for the weakness and wickedness of the unhappy criminal...

The Brannons fled immediately upon being released, after the carrying out of the sentence. No one mourned their departure: but Nell Lamar, having heard from Dale of the look the culprit had cast upon Kenneth, rejoiced not a little in secret that they were gone. "Dr. Clendenin had been so kind to her on her journey," she explained to herself, "that in common gratitude she must care for his safety...

Early hours were the rule among the settlers in those primitive days, and by nine o'clock all was darkness and silence in the dwelling of the Lamars. A bed stood in one corner of the large family room, a trundle bed beneath it, which was drawn out at night; and here slept the parents and younger children. One of two smaller apartments between this and the kitchen was appropriated to Nell; the other occupied by the older children...

Then drew near unto Him all the publicans and sinners for to hear Him. And the Pharisees and scribes murmured, saying, This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them. And He spake this parable unto them, saying, What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth... You can read the actual account in Luke 15:1-10, in the Bible. #truestory #story AcreSoft Story Classic acresoft.com cointr.ee/acresoft

Within five or six miles of Chillicothe an approaching horseman was espied by our travellers, and, as he drew near, Mrs. Nash and her two boys recognized him with a simultaneous cry of delight. "Robert!" "Father, father!" To which he responded with a glad "Hurrah! so there you are at last!" as he put spurs to his horse and came dashing up to the side of the wagon containing his wife and children...

Kenneth Clendenin, having completed his medical studies at Philadelphia, graduated with honor, and afterward spent a year in the hospitals there, was now about emigrating to Chillicothe, a town recently laid out by General Nathaniel Massie, in what was then the Northwestern Territory; now the state of Ohio. None of his family were to accompany him, but he was to act as escort to two ladies, who, with their children, were also going thither to join their husbands...

Our story opens in spring of 1797, in a sequestered valley in Western Pennsylvania. On a green hillside dotted here and there with stately oaks and elms, and sloping toward the road, beyond which flowed the clear waters of a mountain stream, stood a brick farm-house—large, roomy, substantial; beautiful with climbing vines and flowering shrubs...

Summer had come again, and in all the gardens the roses were blooming and giving forth their fragrance. They were in full bloom in all the beds, the young plants bore quite a burden of blossoms, and they nodded down from the flower-pots in all the windows. It was a great rose year. The summer evening lay brightly over Wildbach and all the meadows and woods round about. The golden evening sunlight shown on Dietrich's little house, and its glittering windows could be seen from far away...