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Title: The Devil's Garden
Author: W. B. Maxwell
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THE
DEVIL'S GARDEN
By
W. B. MAXWELL
Author of
IN COTTON WOOL, MRS. THOMPSON, SEYMOUR CHARLTON, ETC.

Indianapolis
The Bobbs-Merrill Company
Publishers

1914
THE DEVIL'S GARDEN
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THE DEVIL'S GARDEN

The Devil playeth in a man's mind like a
wanton child in a garden, bringing his filth
to choke each open path, uprooting the
tender plants, and trampling the buds that
should have blown for the Master.

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IThe village postmaster stood staring at an official envelope that had just been shaken out of a mailbag upon

the sorting-table. It was addressed to himself; and for a few moments his heart beat quicker, with sharp, clean percussions, as if it were trying to imitate the sounds made by the two clerks as they plied their stampers on the blocks. Perhaps this envelope contained his fate.

Soon the stamping was finished; the sorting went on steadily and methodically; before long the letters and
parcels were neatly arranged in compartments near the postmen's bags. The first delivery of the day was ready

to go forth to the awakening world.
"All through, Mr. Dale."
The postmaster struck a bell, and glanced at the clock. Five fifty-six. Up to time, as usual.
"Now then, my lads, off with you."
The postmen had come into the sorting-room, and were packing their bags and slinging their parcels.
"Sharp's the word."
Picking up his unopened letter, the postmaster went through the public office, stood on the outer threshold,

and looked up and down the street.
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