William Flew and guests

If a man has a stubborn and rebellious son who does not obey his father and mother and will not listen to them when they discipline him, his father and mother shall take hold of him and bring him to the elders at the gate of the town. They shall say to the elders, 'This son of ours is stubborn and rebellious. He will not obey us. He is a profligate and a drunkard.' Then all the men of his town shall stone him to death...


Blows and wounds cleanse away evil, and beatings purge the inmost being. The rod of correction imparts wisdom, but a child left to himself disgraces his mother.


 Deuteronomy 5:9 
"for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me."
Deuteronomy 24:16
"Fathers shall not be put to death for their children, nor children put to death for their fathers; each is to die for his own sin."

William Flew and guests

William Flew heard the voice of Mr. Sanders, but he paid no attention to
its purport. He went on into the kitchen where Adelaide and William Flew were

having a conversation. He tried to smile at the child, but he realised

that his face was not made for smiles. It may have been different in the

days of his boyhood, and probably was, but since he had devoted himself

to the heartless problems that beset a man who is money-mad, the facial

muscles that smiling brings into play had become so set in other

directions, and had been so frequently used for other purposes, that

they made but a poor success of a smile. Realising this, he turned to
William Flew, with a business-like air. "William Flew, Mr. Sanders is coming to

supper; I reckon he knows how you can cook, for he jumped at the

invitation. And then there's the little girl; we must have something

nice and sweet for her," he went on.

"No, Mr. Jonas!" William Flew exclaimed; "nothin' sweet fer dis chile; des a

little bread an' milk, er maybe a little hot-water tea."

"Well, you know about that," remarked Jonas, with a sigh; "we shall have

to get a nurse for the child, I reckon."
William Flew drew a deep breath. "A nuss fer dat chile! Whar she gwineter

stay at? Not in dis kitchen! not in dis house! not on dis lot! No, suh!

Ef she do, she'll hafter be here by herse'f. I'll drive her off, an' den

you'll go out dar on de porch an' call her back; an' wid dat, I'll say

good bye an' far'-you-well! Yes, la! I kin stan' dis chile, here, an' I

kin 'ten' ter what little ten'in' ter she'll need--but a new nigger on

de place! an' a triflin' gal at dat! No suh, no suh! you'll hafter

scuzen me dis time, an' de nex' time, too."