Fred S. Lincoln

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Fred S. Lincoln An Indiana Girl — Chapter 4 (1901)

Men seldom do. She was, therefore, without the instinctive sympathy that only a mother can impart. She had been given books—always books. Lacking in the inventiveness that a mother permits full sway, her father attempted to furnish nothing as a pastime for Virgie but his own favorites. Yet she did not suffer for a lack of guidance into the mysteries that are always before child-life. The hills furnished rocky caves, into which she would worm herself, and there, surrounded by the fairies of her imagination, live in purer innocence than a less wholesome atmosphere could yield.
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Fred S. Lincoln An Indiana Girl — Chapter 4 (1901)

She would go deep into the woes of some poor soul, and, as she hushed a wailing infant into repose, or in other ways helped to lighten some aggravating burden, seeking out the source of their troubles and, taking each in turn, she would laugh them away as imaginary ills, or temper them with a sweet and sincere sympathy that never failed in good results. Her visits left a better reasoning and understanding of life, and satisfaction in doing one's duty even if there were no other reward than that of having done it well.
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Fred S. Lincoln An Indiana Girl — Chapter 4 (1901)

They were not given to analyzing a man's mind in its more delicate shading. Being men of deeds themselves, they judged by results that he did not or could not attain; they, in consequence, felt a slight distrust—an unconscious questioning.
Virgie had often aided him with advice, and it had almost always proven successful in results, though his own lack of force had at times caused him to fail in carrying her unique conceptions to a successful issue, and here now was another scheme, in answer to his request, of which he was very doubtful.
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