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"
I
know
my
Redeemer
liveth
and
that
He
will
keep
him
against
that
day
.
"
And
then
he
walked
and
walked
hours
before
he
could
present
himself
to
Clyde
's
mother
,
who
,
on
her
knees
in
the
home
of
the
Rev.
and
Mrs.
Francis
Gault
,
Salvationists
of
Auburn
,
had
been
,
since
four
-
thirty
,
praying
for
the
soul
of
her
son
whom
she
still
tried
to
visualize
as
in
the
arms
of
his
Maker
.
"
I
know
in
whom
I
have
believed
,
"
was
a
part
of
her
prayer
.
SOUVENIR
Dusk
,
of
a
summer
night
.
And
the
tall
walls
of
the
commercial
heart
of
the
city
of
San
Francisco
--
tall
and
gray
in
the
evening
shade
.
And
up
a
broad
street
from
the
south
of
Market
--
now
comparatively
hushed
after
the
din
of
the
day
,
a
little
band
of
five
--
a
man
of
about
sixty
,
short
,
stout
,
yet
cadaverous
as
to
the
flesh
of
his
face
--
and
more
especially
about
the
pale
,
dim
eyes
--
and
with
bushy
white
hair
protruding
from
under
a
worn
,
round
felt
hat
--
a
most
unimportant
and
exhausted
looking
person
,
who
carried
a
small
,
portable
organ
such
as
is
customarily
used
by
street
preachers
and
singers
.
And
by
his
side
,
a
woman
not
more
than
five
years
his
junior
--
taller
,
not
so
broad
,
but
solid
of
frame
and
vigorous
--
with
snow
white
hair
and
wearing
an
unrelieved
costume
of
black
--
dress
,
bonnet
,
shoes
.
And
her
face
broader
and
more
characterful
than
her
husband
's
,
but
more
definitely
seamed
with
lines
of
misery
and
suffering
.
At
her
side
,
again
,
carrying
a
Bible
and
several
hymn
books
--
a
boy
of
not
more
than
seven
or
eight
--
very
round-eyed
and
alert
,
who
,
because
of
some
sympathetic
understanding
between
him
and
his
elderly
companion
,
seemed
to
desire
to
walk
close
to
her
--
a
brisk
and
smart
stepping
--
although
none-too-well
dressed
boy
.
With
these
three
,
again
,
but
walking
independently
behind
,
a
faded
and
unattractive
woman
of
twenty-seven
or
eight
and
another
woman
of
about
fifty
--
apparently
,
because
of
their
close
resemblance
,
mother
and
daughter
.
It
was
hot
,
with
the
sweet
languor
of
a
Pacific
summer
about
it
all
.
At
Market
,
the
great
thoroughfare
which
they
had
reached
--
and
because
of
threading
throngs
of
automobiles
and
various
lines
of
cars
passing
in
opposite
directions
,
they
awaited
the
signal
of
the
traffic
officer
.
"
Russell
,
stay
close
now
.
"
It
was
the
wife
speaking
.
"
Better
take
hold
of
my
hand
.
"
