Behold Elijah fed by the sacred birds.

By Adrian P.Brownwell, to be exact.

This morning I went down town with the sheriff selling the roof over our heads.

This afternoon who should come to me soliciting the pleasure of lending, me money--who, I say, but Adrian P.Brownwell ?" "Well, I hope you didn't keep him standing," put in Buchanan.
"My son," responded the colonel, as he whetted the carving knife on the steel--a form which was used more for rhetorical effect than, culinary necessity, as there were pork chops on the platter, "my son, no true gentleman will rebuke another who is trying to lend him money.
Always remember that." And the colonel's great body shook with merriment, as he proceeded to fill up the plates.

But one plate went from the table untouched, and Molly Culpepper went about her work with a leaden heart.