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    Naboth’s Vineyard
    Naboth’s Vineyard
    Naboth’s Vineyard
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    Naboth’s Vineyard

    By Fred M. White

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    The story of Naboth, who owned a vineyard in Jezreel.Ahab, claims to be a Naboth vineyard. He says: „I want to use the land for a vegetable garden. I will give you the best vineyard.” Naboth. replies that he inherited this vineyard and is not going to dress him.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKtoczyta.pl
    Release dateOct 29, 2018
    ISBN9788381629782
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      Naboth’s Vineyard - Fred M. White

      Fred M. White

      Naboth’s Vineyard

      Warsaw 2018

      Contents

      CHAPTER I

      CHAPTER II

      CHAPTER III

      CHAPTER IV

      CHAPTER I

      ‘BUT it is such a pretty scheme, Heath. The place has been my envy for years; and now to let such an opportunity go by would be almost like flying in the face of Providence.’

      Colonel Sandhurst spoke very warmly; in a way, indeed, which was quite a contrast to his usual calm judicious utterance. He had his long neatly clad limbs planted very widely apart before the fireplace of Mr Heath’s private office; while the latter gentleman sat at a desk stabbing a blotting-pad with a penknife, as if he were slaughtering his client’s arguments as they cropped up, hydra-headed, before this legal Hercules.

      ‘It is a pretty scheme,’ said he, with a certain dry irritation. ‘I’ve seen plenty of them in my time–mostly failures. And I don’t mind telling you in all candour that I hope this will be one. Why can’t you leave Mrs Charlesworth alone? Here you have one of the most beautiful places in Sussex, a handsome almost princely income to keep it up, and yet nothing but the possession of Fernleigh will content you.’

      ‘But don’t you see there is no house on my property down here?–three thousand acres in a ring-fence with Fernleigh and its five hundred

      right in the centre. It seems very hard–’

      ‘It is a great deal harder for my poor client, Mrs Charlesworth, to turn out of her old home.–Oh! of course as mortgagee you have a perfect right to foreclose, and I am a great fool to allow sentiment in business.’

      ‘But if the woman can’t afford to live there, what right has she to stay?’

      ‘Cannot you understand that if this long-delayed Chancery business was concluded, she would have ample means? I wish you would abandon this plan, Sandhurst; I do indeed. If you only knew how attached the poor little woman is to her home; how happy she is there with her daughter, and her blind boy–there, hang it, you couldn’t do it! Of course I am a weak-minded old man, but–’

      The Colonel pulled his long moustaches in some perturbation of spirit. Usually speaking, he was a kind-hearted individual enough, and really felt very sorry for Mrs Charlesworth’s unmerited misfortunes. But at the same time it is very annoying, as most landed proprietors know, to have a long stretch of some one else’s property exactly in the centre of your own. And, moreover, the Bartonsham estate was celebrated for its preserves, while the unhappy owner of Fernleigh had no sympathy with the pursuit of either foxes or pheasants. Colonel Sandhurst had no personal antipathy to his neighbour; nevertheless, when an opportunity offered for a heavy mortgage, he jumped at the chance. And now that more than two years’ interest was in arrear, and the Colonel in a position to foreclose at any moment, the temptation was too strong to be resisted.

      ‘I do not see why I should drag a lot of sentiment into the matter,’ he said reflectively. ‘Of course I am very sorry, and all that kind of thing; but if I don’t have it, some one else will, you see.’

      ‘I am afraid so,’ the lawyer groaned parenthetically. ‘I see that plainly enough.’

      ‘Very well, then. Again, if it comes to a sale, I shall probably be run up to a fancy sum by one or more of the lady’s friends.–Come, I will make you a proposition. My mortgage is for seven thousand five hundred, and for this the property is legally mine. But I don’t want to appear grasping. Suppose we call it a sale, and I give you another two thousand five

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