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Pro o f of the Puddi ng

I
The
Gift
of
the
Magi
ON
E
DOLLA
R
AN
D
EIGHTY-SEVE
N
CENTS
.
Tha
t
wa
s
all
.
An
d
sixt
y
cent
s
o
f
i
t
wa
s
i
n
pennies
.
Pennie
s
save
d
on
e
an
d
tw
o
a
t
a
tim
e
b
y
bulldozin
g
th
e
 groce
r
an
d
th
e
vegetabl
e
ma
n
an
d
th
e
butche
r
unti
l
one'
s
chee
k
burne
d
wit
h
th
e
silen
t
imputatio
n
o
f
parsimon
y
tha
t
suc
h
clos
e
dealin
g
implied
.
Thre
e
time
s
Dell
a
counte
d
it
.

On
e
 dolla
r
an
d
eighty-seve
n
cents
.
An
d
th
e
nex
t
da
y
woul
d
b
e

Christmas
.
Ther
e
wa
s
clearl
y
nothin
g
lef
t
t
o
d
o
bu
t
flo
p
dow
n
o
n
th
e
shabb
y
littl
e
couc
h
an
d
howl
.
S
o
 Dell
a
di
d
it
.
Whic
h
instigate
s
th
e
mora
l
reflectio
n
tha
t
lif
e
i
s
mad
e
u
p
o
f
sobs
,
sniffles
,
an
d
smiles
,
wit
h
sniffle
s
predominating
.
Whil
e
th
e
mistres
s
o
f
th
e
hom
e
i
s
graduall
y
subsidin
g
fro
m
th
e
firs
t
stag
e
t
o
th
e
second
,
tak
e
a
loo
k
a
t
th
e
home
.
A
furnishe
d
fla
t

a
t
$
8
pe
r
week
.
I
t
di
d
no
t
exactl
y
begga
r
description
,
bu
t
i
t
cer

tainl
y
ha
d
tha
t
wor
d
o
n
th
e
look-ou
t
fo
r
th
e
mendicanc
y
squad
.
I
n
th
e
vestibul
e
belo
w
wa
s
a
letter-bo
x
int
o
whic
h
n
o
lette
r
woul
d
go
,
an
d
a
n
electri
c
butto
n
fro
m
whic
h
n
o
morta
l
finge
r
coul
d
coa
x
a
ring
.
Als
o
appertainin
g
thereunt
o
wa
s
a
car
d
bearin
g
th
e
nam
e
'Mr
.
Jame
s
Dillingha
m
Young.
'
Th
e
'Dillingham
'
ha
d
bee
n
flun
g
t
o
th
e
breez
e
durin
g
a
forme
r
perio
d
o
f
prosperit
y
whe
n
it
s
possesso
r
wa
s
bein
g
pai
d
$30
pe
r
week
.
Now
,
whe
n
th
e
incom
e
wa
s
shrun
k
t
o
$20
,
th
e
letter
s
o
f
'Dillingham
'
looke
d
blurred
,
a
s
thoug
h
the
y
wer
e
thinkin
g
seri

ousl
y
o
f
contractin
g
t
o
a
modes
t
an
d
unassumin
g
D
.
Bu
t
wheneve
r
Mr
.
Jame
s
Dillingha
m
Youn
g
cam
e
hom
e
an
d
reache
d
hi
s
fla
t
abov
e
h
e
wa
s
calle
d
'Jim
'
an
d
greatl
y
hugge
d
b
y
Mrs
.
Jame
s

Dillingha
m
Young
,
alread
y
introduce
d
t
o
yo
u
a
s
Della
.
Whic
h
i
s

al
l
ver
y
good
.
Deli
a
finishe
d
he
r
cr
y
an
d
attende
d
t
o
he
r
cheek
s
wit
h
th
e
powde
r
 rag
.
Sh
e
stoo
d
b
y
th
e
windo
w
an
d
looke
d
ou
t
dull
y
a
t
a

gre
y
ca
t
walkin
g
a
gre
y
fenc
e
i
n
a
gre
y
backyard
.
To-morro
w
woul
d
b
e
Christma
s
Day
,
an
d
sh
e
ha
d
onl
y
$1.8
7
wit
h
whic
h
t
o
bu
y
Ji
m
a
present
.
Sh
e
ha
d
bee
n
savin
g
ever
y
penn
y
sh
e
coul
d
fo
r

2
O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
months
,
wit
h
thi
s
result
.
Twent
y
dollar
s
 a
wee
k
doesn'
t
g
o
far
.
Expense
s
ha
d
bee
n
greate
r
tha
n
sh
e
ha
d
calculated
.
The
y
alway
s
are
.
Onl
y
$1.8
7
t
o
bu
y
a
presen
t
fo
r
Jim
.
He
r
Jim
.
Man
y
a
happ
y
hou
r
sh
e
 ha
d
spen
t
plannin
g
fo
r
somethin
g
nic
e
fo
r
him
.
Some
thin
g
fine
an
d
rar
e
an
d
sterlin
g
-
somethin
g
jus
t
a
littl
e
bi
t
nea
r
t
o

bein
g
worth
y
o
f
th
e
honou
r
o
f
bein
g
owne
d
 b
y
Jim
.
Ther
e
wa
s
a
pier-glas
s
betwee
n
th
e
window
s
o
f
th
e
room
.
Per
hap
s
yo
u
hav
e
see
n
a
pier-glas
s
i
n
a
n
$
8
flat
.
A
ver
y
thi
n
an
d
ver
y

agil
e
perso
n
may
,
 b
y
observin
g
hi
s
reflectio
n
i
n
a
rapi
d
sequenc
e

o
f
longitudina
l
strips
,
obtai
n
a
fairl
y
accurat
e
conceptio
n
o
f
hi
s
looks
.
Della
,
bein
g
slender
,
ha
d
mastere
d
th
e
art
.
Suddenl
y
sh
e
whirle
d
fro
m
 th
e
windo
w
an
d
stoo
d
befor
e
th
e
glass
.
He
r
eye
s
wer
e
shinin
g
brilliantly
,
bu
t
he
r
fac
e
ha
d
los
t
it
s

colou
r
withi
n
twent
y
seconds
.
Rapidl
y
sh
e
pulle
d
dow
n
he
r
hai
r

an
d
le
t
i
t
fal
l
t
o
it
s
ful
l
length
.
Now
,
ther
e
wer
e
tw
o
possession
s
o
f
th
e
Jame
s
Dillingha
m
Young
s
i
n
whic
h
the
y
bot
h
too
k
a
might
y
pride
.
On
e
wa
s
Jim'
s
gol
d
watc
h
tha
t
ha
d
bee
n
hi
s
father'
s
an
d
hi
s
grandfather's
.
Th
e
othe
r

wa
s
Della'
s
hair
.
Ha
d
th
e
Quee
n
o
f
Sheb
a
live
d
i
n
th
e
fla
t
acros
s
th
e
airshaft
,
Dell
a
woul
d
hav
e
le
t
he
r
hai
r
han
g
ou
t
th
e
windo
w
som
e
da
y
t
o
dr
y
jus
t
t
o
depreciat
e
He
r
Majesty'
s
jewel
s
an
d
gifts
.
Ha
d
Kin
g
Solomo
n
bee
n
th
e
janitor
,
wit
h
al
l
hi
s
treasure
s
pile
d
 u
p
i
n
th
e
basement
,
Ji
m
woul
d
hav
e
pulle
d
ou
t
hi
s
watc
h
ever
y
tim
e
h
e

passed
,
jus
t
t
o
se
e
hi
m
pluc
k
a
t
hi
s
bear
d
fro
m
envy
.
S
o
no
w
Della'
s
beautifu
l
 hai
r
fel
l
abou
t
her
,
ripplin
g
an
d
shin
in
g
lik
e
a
cascad
e
o
f
brow
n
waters
.
I
t
reache
d
belo
w
he
r
kne
e
an
d

mad
e
itsel
f
almos
t
a
garmen
t
fo
r
her
.
An
d
the
n
sh
e
di
d
i
t
u
p
agai
n

nervousl
y
an
d
quickly
.
Onc
e
sh
e
faltere
d
fo
r
a
minut
e
an
d
stoo
d

stil
l
whil
e
a
tea
r
o
r
tw
o
splashe
d
o
n
th
e
wor
n
re
d
carpet
.
O
n
wen
t
he
r
 ol
d
brow
n
jacket
;
o
n
wen
t
he
r
ol
d
brow
n
hat
.
Wit
h
a
whir
l
o
f
skirt
s
an
d
wit
h
th
e
brillian
t
sparkl
e
stil
l
i
n
he
r
eyes
,
sh
e
fluttere
d
ou
t
o
f
th
e
doo
r
an
d
 dow
n
th
e
stair
s
t
o
th
e
street
.
Wher
e
sh
e
stoppe
d
th
e
sig
n
read
:
'Mme
.
Sofronie
.
Hai
r
Good
s
o
f
Al
l
Kinds.
'
On
e
fligh
t
u
p
Dell
a
ran
,
an
d
collecte
d
herself
,
pant
ing
.
Madame
,
 large
,
to
o
white
,
chilly
,
hardl
y
looke
d
th
e
'Sofronie.
'
'Wil
l
yo
u
bu
y
m
y
hair?
'
aske
d
Della
.
'
I
bu
y
hair,
'
sai
d
Madame
.
'Tak
e
ye
r
ha
t
of
f
an
d
let'
s
hav
e
a
sigh
t
a
t
 th
e
look
s
o
f
it.
'
Dow
n
ripple
d
th
e
brow
n
cascade
.
'Twent
y
dollars,
'
sai
d
Madame
,
liftin
g
th
e
mas
s
wit
h
a
practise
d
hand
.

O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
3
'Giv
e
i
t
t
o
m
e
quick,
'
sai
d
Della
.
Oh
,
an
d
th
e
nex
t
tw
o
hour
s
trippe
d
b
y
o
n
ros
y
wings
.
Forge
t
th
e
hashe
d
metaphor
.
Sh
e
wa
s
ransackin
g
th
e
store
s
fo
r
Jim'
s
present
.
Sh
e
foun
d
i
t
 a
t
last
.
I
t
surel
y
ha
d
bee
n
mad
e
fo
r
Ji
m
an
d
n
o
on
e
else
.
Ther
e
wa
s
n
o
othe
r
lik
e
i
t
i
n
an
y
o
f
th
e
stores
,
an
d
sh
e
ha
d
turne
d
al
l
o
f
the
m
insid
e
out
.
I
t
wa
s
a
platinu
m
fo
b
chai
n
simpl
e

an
d
chast
e
i
n
design
,
properl
y
proclaimin
g
it
s
valu
e
b
y
substanc
e
alon
e
an
d
no
t
b
y
meretriciou
s
ornamentatio
n
-
a
s
al
l
goo
d
thing
s

shoul
d
do
.
I
t
wa
s
eve
n
worth
y
o
f
Th
e
Watch
.
A
s
soo
n
a
s
sh
e
sa
w
i
t

sh
e
kne
w
tha
t
i
t
mus
t
b
e
Jim's
.
I
t
wa
s
lik
e
him
.
Quietnes
s
 an
d
valu
e
-
th
e
descriptio
n
applie
d
t
o
both
.
Twenty-on
e
dollar
s
the
y
too
k
fro
m
he
r
fo
r
it
,
an
d
sh
e
hurrie
d
hom
e
wit
h
th
e
8
7
cents
.
Wit
h
tha
t
chai
n
o
n
hi
s
watc
h
 Ji
m
migh
t
b
e
properl
y
anxiou
s
abou
t
th
e
tim
e
i
n
an
y
company
.
Gran
d
a
s
th
e
watc
h
was
,
h
e
sometime
s
looke
d
a
t
i
t
o
n
th
e
sl
y
o
n
accoun
t
o
f
th
e
ol
d
leathe
r
stra
p
tha
t
h
e

use
d
i
n
plac
e
o
f
a
chain
.
Whe
n
Dell
a
reache
d
hom
e
he
r
intoxicatio
n
gav
e
wa
y
a
littl
e
t
o
prudenc
e
an
d
reason
.
Sh
e
go
t
ou
t
he
r
curlin
g
iron
s
an
d
lighte
d
th
e

ga
s
an
d
wen
t
t
o
wor
k
repairin
g
th
e
ravage
s
mad
e
b
y
generosit
y

adde
d
t
o
love
.
Whic
h
i
s
alway
s
a
tremendou
s
task
,
dea
r
friend
s
-
a

mammot
h
task
.
Withi
n
 fort
y
minute
s
he
r
hea
d
wa
s
covere
d
wit
h
tiny
,
close
-
lyin
g
curl
s
tha
t
mad
e
he
r
loo
k
wonderfull
y
lik
e
a
truan
t
schoolboy
.
Sh
e
looke
d
a
t
he
r
reflectio
n
i
n
th
e
mirro
r
long
,
carefully
,
 an
d
critically
.
'I
f
Ji
m
doesn'
t
kil
l
me,
'
sh
e
sai
d
t
o
herself
,
'befor
e
h
e
take
s
a
secon
d
loo
k
a
t
me
,
he'l
l
sa
y
I
loo
k
lik
e
a
Cone
y
Islan
d
choru
s
girl
.

Bu
t
wha
t
coul
d
I
d
o
-
oh
!
wha
t
coul
d
I
d
o
wit
h
a
dolla
r
an
d

eighty-seve
n
cents?
'
A
t
seve
n
o'cloc
k
th
e
coffe
e
wa
s
mad
e
an
d
th
e
frying-pa
n
wa
s
o
n
th
e
bac
k
o
f
th
e
stove
,
ho
t
an
d
read
y
t
o
coo
k
th
e
chops
.
Ji
m
wa
s
neve
r
late
.
Dell
a
double
d
th
e
fo
b
chai
n
i
n
he
r
han
d
an
d
sa
t
o
n
th
e
corne
r
o
f
th
e
tabl
e
nea
r
 th
e
doo
r
tha
t
h
e
alway
s
entered
.
The
n
sh
e
hear
d
hi
s
ste
p
o
n
th
e
stai
r
awa
y
dow
n
o
n
th
e
firs
t
flight
,
an
d
sh
e
turne
d
whit
e
fo
r
jus
t
a
moment
.
Sh
e
ha
d
 a
habi
t
o
f
sayin
g
littl
e
silen
t
prayer
s
abou
t
th
e
simples
t
everyda
y
things
,
an
d
no
w
sh
e
whispered
:
'Pleas
e
God
,
mak
e
hi
m
thin
k
I
a
m
stil
l
pretty.
'
Th
e
doo
r
opene
d
an
d
Ji
m
steppe
d
i
n
an
d
close
d
it
.
H
e
looke
d
thi
n
an
d
ver
y
serious
.
Poo
r
fellow
,
h
e
wa
s
onl
y
twenty-tw
o
-
an
d

t
o
b
e
burdene
d
wit
h
a
family
!
H
e
neede
d
a
ne
w
overcoa
t
an
d
 h
e
wa
s
withou
t
gloves
.

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Ji
m
steppe
d
insid
e
th
e
door
,
a
s
immovabl
e
a
s
a
sette
r
a
t
th
e
scen
t
o
f
quail
.
Hi
s
eye
s
wer
e
fixed
upo
n
 Della
,
an
d
ther
e
wa
s
a
n
expressio
n
i
n
the
m
tha
t
sh
e
coul
d
no
t
read
,
an
d
i
t
terrifie
d
her
.
I
t
wa
s
no
t
anger
,
no
r
surprise
,
no
r
disapproval
,
no
r
horror
,
no
r
an
y
o
f
th
e
sentiment
s
tha
t
sh
e
ha
d
bee
n
prepare
d
for
.
H
e
simpl
y
stare
d
a
t
he
r
fixedl
y
wit
h
tha
t
peculia
r
expressio
n
o
n
hi
s
face
.
Dell
a
wriggle
d
of
f
th
e
tabl
e
an
d
wen
t
fo
r
 him
.
'Jim
,
darling,
'
sh
e
cried
,
'don'
t
loo
k
a
t
m
e
tha
t
way
.
I
ha
d
m
y
hai
r
cu
t
of
f
an
d
sol
d
i
t
becaus
e
I
couldn'
t
hav
e
live
d
throug
h
Christma
s
withou
t
givin
g
yo
u
a
 present
.
It'l
l
gro
w
ou
t
agai
n
-
yo
u
won'
t
mind
,
wil
l
you
?
I
jus
t
ha
d
t
o
d
o
it
.
M
y
hai
r
grow
s
awfull
y
fast
.
Sa
y
"Merr
y
Christmas!
"
Jim
,
an
d
let'
s
b
e
happy
.
Yo
u
don'
t

kno
w
wha
t
a
nic
e
-
wha
t
a
beautiful
,
nic
e
gif
t
I'v
e
go
t
fo
r
you.
'
'You'v
e
cu
t
of
f
you
r
hair?
'
aske
d
Jim
,
laboriously
,
a
s
i
f
h
e
ha
d
no
t
arrive
d
a
t
 tha
t
paten
t
fac
t
ye
t
eve
n
afte
r
th
e
hardes
t
menta
l

labour
.
'Cu
t
i
t
of
f
an
d
sol
d
it,
'
sai
d
Della
.
'Don'
t
yo
u
lik
e
m
e
jus
t
a
s
well
,
anyhow
?
I'
m
m
e
withou
t
 m
y
hair
,
ain'
t
I?
'
Ji
m
looke
d
abou
t
th
e
roo
m
curiously
.
'Yo
u
sa
y
you
r
hai
r
i
s
gone?
'
h
e
sai
d
wit
h
a
n
ai
r
almos
t
o
f
idiocy
.
'Yo
u
needn'
t
loo
k
fo
r
it,
'
sai
d
Della
.
'It'
s
sold
,
I
tel
l
yo
u
-
sol
d
an
d
gone
,
too
.
It'
s
Christma
s
Eve
,
boy
.
B
e
goo
d
t
o
me
,
fo
r
i
t
wen
t

fo
r
you
.
Mayb
e
th
e
hair
s
o
f
m
y
hea
d
wer
e
numbered,
'
sh
e
wen
t
o
n
wit
h
a
sudde
n
seriou
s
sweetness
,
'bu
t
nobod
y
coul
d
eve
r
coun
t
m
y

lov
e
fo
r
you
.
Shal
l
I
pu
t
th
e
chop
s
on
,
Jim?
'
Ou
t
o
f
hi
s
tranc
e
Ji
m
seeme
d
quickl
y
t
o
wake
.
H
e
enfolde
d
hi
s
Della
.
Fo
r
te
n
second
s
le
t
u
s
regar
d
wit
h
discree
t
scrutin
y
som
e
inconsequentia
l
objec
t
i
n
th
e
othe
r
direction
.
Eigh
t
dollar
s
a
wee
k
o
r
a
millio
n
a
yea
r
-
wha
t
i
s
th
e
difference
?
A
mathematicia
n
o
r
a
wi
t
woul
d
giv
e
yo
u
th
e
wron
g
answer
.
Th
e
mag
i
brough
t
valuabl
e
gifts
,
bu
t
tha
t
wa
s
no
t
amon
g
them
.
 Thi
s
dar
k
assertio
n
wil
l
b
e
illuminate
d
late
r
on
.
Ji
m
dre
w
a
packag
e
fro
m
his
overcoa
t
pocke
t
an
d
thre
w
i
t
upo
n
th
e
table
.
'Don'
t
mak
e
an
y
mistake
,
Dell,
'
h
e
said
,
'abou
t
me
.
I
don'
t
thin
k
there'
s
anythin
g
i
n
th
e
wa
y
o
f
a
haircu
t
o
r
a
shav
e
o
r
a
shampo
o

tha
t
coul
d
mak
e
m
e
lik
e
m
y
gir
l
an
y
less
.
Bu
t
i
f
you'l
l
unwra
p
tha
t
packag
e
yo
u
ma
y
se
e
wh
y
yo
u
ha
d
m
e
goin
g
awhil
e
a
t
first.'
Whit
e
finger
s
an
d
nimbl
e
tor
e
a
t
th
e
strin
g
an
d
paper
.
An
d
the
n
a
n
ecstati
c
screa
m
o
f
joy
;
an
d
then
,
alas
!
a
quic
k
feminin
e
chang
e
t
o
hysterica
l
tear
s
an
d
wails
,
necessitatin
g
th
e
immediat
e
employmen
t
o
f
al
l
th
e
comfortin
g
power
s
o
f
th
e
lor
d
o
f
th
e
flat
.

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5
Fo
r
ther
e
la
y
Th
e
Comb
s
-
th
e
se
t
o
f
combs
,
sid
e
an
d
back
,
tha
t
Dell
a
ha
d
worshippe
d
fo
r
lon
g
i
n
a
Broadwa
y
window
.
Beautifu
l
combs
,
pur
e
tortoiseshell
,
wit
h
jewelle
d
rim
s
-
jus
t
th
e
shad
e
t
o

wea
r
i
n
th
e
beautifu
l
vanishe
d
hair
.
The
y
wer
e
expensiv
e
combs
,

sh
e
knew
,
an
d
he
r
hear
t
ha
d
simpl
y
crave
d
an
d
yearne
d
ove
r
the
m
withou
t
th
e
leas
t
hop
e
o
f
possession
.
An
d
no
w
the
y
wer
e
hers
,
bu
t
th
e
tresse
s
tha
t
shoul
d
hav
e
adorne
d
th
e
covete
d
adornment
s
wer
e
gone
.
Bu
t
sh
e
hugge
d
the
m
t
o
he
r
 bosom
,
an
d
a
t
lengt
h
sh
e
wa
s
abl
e
t
o
loo
k
u
p
wit
h
di
m
eye
s
an
d
a
smil
e
an
d
say
:
'M
y
hai
r
grow
s
s
o
fast
,
Jim!
'
An
d
the
n
Dell
a
leape
d
u
p
lik
e
 a
littl
e
singe
d
ca
t
an
d
cried
,
'Oh
,
oh!
'
Ji
m
ha
d
no
t
ye
t
see
n
hi
s
beautifu
l
present
.
Sh
e
hel
d
i
t
ou
t
t
o
hi
m
eagerl
y
upo
n
he
r
ope
n
palm
.
Th
e
dul
l
preciou
s
 meta
l
seeme
d
t
o
flas
h
wit
h
a
reflectio
n
o
f
he
r
brigh
t
an
d
arden
t
spirit
.
'Isn'
t
i
t
a
dandy
,
Jim
?
I
hunte
d
al
l
ove
r
tow
n
t
o
fin
d
it
.
You'l
l
hav
e
t
o
loo
k
a
t
 th
e
tim
e
a
hundre
d
time
s
a
da
y
now
.
Giv
e
m
e
you
r
watch
.
I
wan
t
t
o
se
e
ho
w
i
t
look
s
o
n
it.
'
Instea
d
o
f
obeying
,
Ji
m
tumble
d
dow
n
o
n
th
e
couc
h
an
d
 pu
t
hi
s
hand
s
unde
r
th
e
bac
k
o
f
hi
s
hea
d
an
d
smiled
.
'Dell,
'
sai
d
he
,
'let'
s
pu
t
ou
r
Christma
s
present
s
awa
y
an
d
kee
p
'e
m
awhile
.
They'r
e
to
o
nic
e
t
o
us
e
jus
t
a
t
present
.
I
sol
d
th
e
watc
h
t
o
ge
t
th
e
mone
y
t
o
bu
y
you
r
combs
.
An
d
no
w
suppos
e
yo
u
pu
t
th
e
chop
s
on.
'
Th
e
magi
,
a
s
yo
u
know
,
wer
e
wis
e
me
n
-
wonderfull
y
wis
e
me
n
-
wh
o
brough
t
gift
s
t
o
th
e
Bab
e
i
n
th
e
manger
.
The
y
invente
d
th
e
ar
t
o
f
givin
g
Christma
s
presents
.
Bein
g
wise
,
thei
r
gift
s
wer
e
n
o
doub
t
wis
e
 ones
,
possibl
y
bearin
g
th
e
privileg
e
o
f
exchang
e
i
n
cas
e

o
f
duplication
.
An
d
her
e
I
hav
e
lamel
y
relate
d
t
o
yo
u
th
e
unevent
fu
l
chronicl
e
o
f
tw
o
foolis
h
childre
n
i
n
a
fla
t
wh
o
mos
t
unwisel
y
sacrifice
d
fo
r
eac
h
othe
r
th
e
greates
t
treasure
s
o
f
thei
r
house
.
Bu
t

i
n
a
las
t
wor
d
t
o
th
e
wis
e
o
f
thes
e
days
,
le
t
i
t
b
e
sai
d
tha
t
o
f
 al
l
wh
o
giv
e
gift
s
thes
e
tw
o
wer
e
th
e
wisest
.
O
f
al
l
wh
o
giv
e
an
d
receiv
e
gifts
,
suc
h
a
s
the
y
ar
e
wisest
.
Everywher
e
the
y
ar
e
wisest
.
The
y
ar
e

th
e
magi
.
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I
I
A
Cosmopolite
in
a
Caf
é
A
T
MIDNIGH
T
TH
E
CAF
É
wa
s
crowded
.
B
y
som
e
chanc
e
th
e
littl
e
tabl
e
a
t
whic
h
I
sa
t
ha
d
escape
d
th
e
ey
e
o
f
incomers
,
an
d
tw
o
vacan
t
chair
s
a
t
i
t
extende
d
thei
r
arm
s
wit
h
vena
l
hospitalit
y
t
o
th
e
influ
x
o
f
patrons
.
An
d
the
n
a
cosmopolit
e
sa
t
i
n
on
e
o
f
them
,
an
d
I
 wa
s
glad
,
fo
r
I
hel
d
a
theor
y
tha
t
sinc
e
Ada
m
n
o
tru
e
citize
n
o
f
th
e
worl
d
ha
s

existed
.
W
e
hea
r
o
f
them
,
an
d
w
e
se
e
foreig
n
label
s
o
n
muc
h

luggage
,
bu
t
w
e
fin
d
traveller
s
instea
d
o
f
cosmopolites
.
I
invok
e
you
r
consideratio
n
o
f
th
e
scen
e
-
th
e
marble-toppe
d
tables
,
th
e
rang
e
o
f
leather-upholstere
d
wal
l
seats
,
th
e
ga
y
com

pany
,
th
e
ladie
s
 dresse
d
i
n
demi-stat
e
toilets
,
speakin
g
i
n
a
n
exquisit
e
visibl
e
choru
s
o
f
taste
,
economy
,
opulenc
e
o
r
art
,
th
e
sedulou
s
an
d
largess-lovin
g
garçons,
th
e
musi
c
wisel
y
caterin
g
t
o
al
l
wit
h
it
s
raid
s
 upo
n
th
e
composers
;
th
e
mélange
o
f
tal
k
an
d
laughte
r
-
and
,
i
f
yo
u
will
,
th
e
Würzburge
r
i
n
th
e
tal
l
glas
s
cone
s
tha
t
ben
d
t
o
you
r
lip
s
a
s
a
rip
e
cherr
y
sway
s
 o
n
it
s
branc
h
t
o
th
e
bea
k
o
f
a
robbe
r
jay
.
I
wa
s
tol
d
b
y
a
sculpto
r
fro
m
Mauc
h
Chun
k
tha
t
th
e

scen
e
wa
s
trul
y
Parisian
.
M
y
cosmopolit
e
wa
s
name
d
E
.
Rushmor
e
Coglan
,
an
d
h
e
wil
l
b
e
hear
d
fro
m
nex
t
summe
r
a
t
Cone
y
Island
.
H
e
i
s
t
o
establis
h
a
ne
w
'attraction
'
there
,
h
e
informe
d
me
,
offerin
g
kingl
y
diversion
.
An
d
the
n
hi
s
conversatio
n
ran
g
alon
g
parallel
s
o
f
latitud
e
an
d
lon
gitude
.
H
e
too
k
th
e
great
,
roun
d
worl
d
i
n
hi
s
hand
,
s
o
t
o
speak
,
familiarly
,
contemptuously
,
an
d
i
t
seeme
d
n
o
large
r
tha
n
th
e
see
d

o
f
a
Maraschin
o
cherr
y
i
n
a
table-d'hôt
e
grap
e
fruit
.
H
e
spok
e
dis

respectfull
y
o
f
th
e
equator
,
h
e
skippe
d
fro
m
continen
t
t
o
conti
nent
,
h
e
deride
d
th
e
zones
,
h
e
moppe
d
u
p
 th
e
hig
h
sea
s
wit
h
hi
s

napkin
.
Wit
h
a
wav
e
o
f
hi
s
han
d
h
e
woul
d
spea
k
o
f
a
certai
n
bazaa
r
i
n
Hyderabad
.
Whiff
!
H
e
woul
d
hav
e
yo
u
o
n
ski
s
i
n
Lap
land
.
Zip
!
No
w
yo
u
rod
e
th
e
breaker
s
wit
h
th
e
Kanaka
s
a
t

Kealaikahiki
.
Presto
!
H
e
dragge
d
yo
u
throug
h
a
n
Arkansa
s
post
-

oa
k
swamp
,
le
t
yo
u
dr
y
fo
r
a
momen
t
o
n
 th
e
alkal
i
plain
s
o
f
hi
s
Idah
o
ranch
,
the
n
whirle
d
yo
u
int
o
th
e
societ
y
o
f
Viennes
e
arch

dukes
.
Ano
n
h
e
woul
d
b
e
tellin
g
yo
u
o
f
a
col
d
h
e
acquire
d
i
n
a
Chicag
o
lak
e
breez
e
an
d
ho
w
ol
d
Escamil
a
cure
d
i
t
i
n
Bueno
s
Ayre
s
wit
h
a
ho
t
infusio
n
o
f
th
e
chuchula
weed
.
Yo
u
woul
d
hav
e

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addresse
d
th
e
lette
r
t
o
'E
.
Rushmor
e
Coglan
,
Esq.
,
th
e
Earth
,
Sola
r
System
,
th
e
Universe,
'
an
d
hav
e
maile
d
it
,
feelin
g
confiden
t
tha
t
i
t
woul
d
b
e
delivere
d
t
o
him
.
I
wa
s
sur
e
tha
t
I
 ha
d
a
t
las
t
foun
d
th
e
on
e
tru
e
cosmopolit
e
sinc
e
Adam
,
an
d
I
listene
d
t
o
hi
s
world-wid
e
discours
e
fearfu
l
les
t
I
shoul
d
discove
r
i
n
i
t
th
e
loca
l
not
e
o
f
th
e
mer
e
globe-trotter
.
Bu
t
hi
s
opinion
s
neve
r
fluttere
d
o
r
drooped
;
h
e
wa
s
a
s
impartia
l
t
o
cities
,
countrie
s
an
d
continent
s
a
s
th
e
wind
s
o
r
gravitation
.
An
d
a
s
E
.
Rushmor
e
Cogla
n
prattle
d
o
f
thi
s
 littl
e
plane
t
I
though
t
wit
h
gle
e
o
f
a
grea
t
almost-cosmopolit
e
wh
o
wrot
e
fo
r
th
e
whol
e
worl
d
an
d
dedicate
d
himsel
f
t
o
Bombay
.
I
n
a
poe
m
h
e
ha
s
t
o
sa
y
tha
t
ther
e
i
s
 prid
e
an
d
rivalr
y
betwee
n
th
e
citie
s
o
f
th
e
earth
,
an
d
tha
t
'th
e
me
n
tha
t
bree
d
fro
m
them
,
the
y
traffi
c
u
p
an
d

down
,
bu
t
clin
g
t
o
thei
r
cities
'
he
m
a
s
 a
chil
d
t
o
th
e
mother'
s

gown.
'
An
d
wheneve
r
the
y
wal
k
'b
y
roarin
g
street
s
unknown
'
the
y
remembe
r
thei
r
nativ
e
cit
y
'mos
t
faithful
,
foolish
,
fond
;
makin
g
he
r
mere-breathe
d
nam
e
thei
r
bon
d
upo
n
thei
r
bond.
'
An
d
m
y
gle
e
wa
s
rouse
d
becaus
e
I
ha
d
caugh
t
Mr
.
Kiplin
g
napping
.
Her
e
I

ha
d
foun
d
a
ma
n
no
t
mad
e
fro
m
dust
;
on
e
wh
o
ha
d
n
o
narro
w

boast
s
o
f
birthplac
e
o
r
country
,
on
e
who
,
i
f
h
e
bragge
d
a
t
all
,
woul
d
bra
g
o
f
hi
s
whol
e
roun
d
glob
e
agains
t
th
e
Martian
s
an
d
th
e

inhabitant
s
o
f
th
e
Moon
.
Expressio
n
o
n
thes
e
subject
s
wa
s
precipitate
d
fro
m
E.
Rush
-
mor
e
Cogla
n
b
y
th
e
thir
d
corne
r
t
o
ou
r
table
.
Whil
e
Cogla
n
wa
s
describin
g
t
o
m
e
th
e
topograph
y
alon
g
th
e
Siberia
n
Railwa
y
th
e
orchestr
a
glide
d
int
o
a
medley
.
Th
e
concludin
g
ai
r
wa
s
'Dixie,
'

an
d
a
s
th
e
exhilaratin
g
note
s
tumble
d
fort
h
the
y
wer
e
almos
t
over
powere
d
b
y
a
grea
t
clappin
g
o
f
hand
s
fro
m
almos
t
ever
y
table
.
I
t
i
s
wort
h
a
paragrap
h
t
o
sa
y
tha
t
thi
s
remarkabl
e
scen
e
ca
n
b
e
witnesse
d
ever
y
evenin
g
i
n
numerou
s
café
s
i
n
th
e
Cit
y
o
f
Ne
w

York
.
Ton
s
o
f
bre
w
 hav
e
bee
n
consume
d
ove
r
theorie
s
t
o
accoun
t
fo
r
it
.
Som
e
hav
e
conjecture
d
hastil
y
tha
t
al
l
Southerner
s
i
n
tow
n
hi
e
themselve
s
t
o
café
s
a
t
nightfall
.
Thi
s
applaus
e
o
f
th
e
'rebel
'
ai
r
i
n
a
Norther
n
cit
y
doe
s
puzzl
e
a
little
;
bu
t
i
t
i
s
no
t
insolvable
.
Th
e

wa
r
wit
h
Spain
,
man
y
years
'
generou
s
min
t
an
d
water-melo
n
crops
,
a
fe
w
long-sho
t
winner
s
a
t
th
e
 Ne
w
Orlean
s
race-track
,
an
d
th
e
brillian
t
banquet
s
give
n
b
y
th
e
Indian
a
an
d
Kansa
s
citizen
s
wh
o
compos
e
th
e
Nort
h
Carolin
a
Society
,
hav
e
mad
e
th
e
Sout
h

rathe
r
a
'fad
'
i
n
Manhattan
.
You
r
manicur
e
wil
l
lis
p
softl
y
tha
t
you
r
lef
t
forefinge
r
remind
s
he
r
s
o
muc
h
o
f
a
gentleman'
s
i
n
Rich
mond
,
Va
.
Oh
,
certainly
;
bu
t
man
y
a
lad
y
ha
s
t
o
wor
k
no
w
-
th
e
war
,
yo
u
know
.

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Whe
n
'Dixie
'
wa
s
bein
g
playe
d
a
dark-haire
d
youn
g
ma
n
spran
g
u
p
fro
m
somewher
e
wit
h
a
Mosb
y
guerrill
a
yel
l
an
d
wave
d
franticall
y
 hi
s
soft-brimme
d
hat
.
The
n
h
e
straye
d
throug
h
th
e

smoke
,
droppe
d
int
o
th
e
vacan
t
chai
r
a
t
ou
r
tabl
e
an
d
pulle
d
ou
t
cigarettes
.
Th
e
evenin
g
wa
s
a
t
th
e
perio
d
whe
n
reserv
e
 i
s
thawed
.
On
e
o
f
u
s
mentione
d
thre
e
Würzburger
s
t
o
th
e
waiter
;
th
e
dark-haire
d
youn
g
ma
n
acknowledge
d
hi
s
inclusio
n
i
n
th
e
orde
r
b
y
a
smil
e
an
d
a
nod
.
I
hastene
d
t
o
as
k
 hi
m
a
questio
n
becaus
e
I
wante
d
t
o
tr
y
ou
t

a
theor
y
I
had
.
'Woul
d
yo
u
min
d
tellin
g
me,
'
I
began
,
'whethe
r
yo
u
ar
e
fro
m
-
'
Th
e
fist
o
f
E
.
Rushmor
e
Cogla
n
bange
d
 th
e
tabl
e
an
d
I
wa
s
jarre
d
int
o
silence
.
'Excus
e
me,
'
sai
d
he
,
'bu
t
that'
s
a
questio
n
I
neve
r
lik
e
t
o
hea
r
asked
.
Wha
t
doe
s
i
t
matte
r
wher
e
a
ma
n
i
s
from
?
I
s
i
t
fai
r
t
o
judg
e

a
ma
n
b
y
hi
s
post-offic
e
address
?
Why
,
I'v
e
see
n
Kentuckian
s
wh
o

hate
d
whisky
,
Virginian
s
wh
o
weren'
t
descende
d
fro
m
Pocahon
tas
,
Indianian
s
wh
o
hadn'
t
writte
n
a
novel
,
Mexican
s
wh
o
didn'
t
wea
r
velve
t
trouser
s
wit
h
silve
r
dollar
s
sewe
d
alon
g
th
e
seams
,
funn
y
Englishmen
,
spendthrif
t
Yankees
,
cold-bloode
d
Southern
ers
,
narrow-minde
d
Westerners
,
an
d
Ne
w
Yorker
s
wh
o
wer
e
to
o
bus
y
t
o
sto
p
fo
r
a
n
hou
r
o
n
th
e
stree
t
t
o
watc
h
a
one-arme
d
grocer'
s
cler
k
d
o
u
p
cranberrie
s
i
n
pape
r
bags
.
Le
t
a
ma
n
b
e
a
ma
n

an
d
don'
t
handica
p
hi
m
wit
h
 th
e
labe
l
o
f
an
y
section.
'
'Pardo
n
me,
'
I
said
,
'bu
t
m
y
curiosit
y
wa
s
no
t
altogethe
r
a
n
idl
e
one
.
I
kno
w
th
e
South
,
an
d
whe
n
th
e
ban
d
play
s
"Dixie
"
I
lik
e
t
o
observe
.
I
hav
e
forme
d
th
e
belie
f
tha
t
th
e
ma
n
wh
o
applaud
s
tha
t
ai
r
wit
h
specia
l
violenc
e
an
d
ostensibl
e
sectiona
l
loyalt
y
i
s
invari
abl
y
a
nativ
e
o
f
eithe
r
Secaucus
,
N.J.
,
o
r
th
e
 distric
t
betwee
n
Murra
y
Hil
l
Lyceu
m
an
d
th
e
Harle
m
River
,
thi
s
city
.
I
wa
s
abou
t
t
o
pu
t
m
y
opinio
n
t
o
th
e
tes
t
b
y
inquirin
g
o
f
thi
s
gentlema
n
whe
n
yo
u
interrupte
d
wit
h
 you
r
ow
n
-
large
r
theory
,
I
mus
t
confess.
'
An
d
no
w
th
e
dark-haire
d
youn
g
ma
n
spok
e
t
o
me
,
an
d
i
t
becam
e
eviden
t
tha
t
hi
s
min
d
als
o
move
d
alon
g
it
s
ow
n
se
t
o
f

grooves
.
'
I
shoul
d
lik
e
t
o
b
e
a
periwinkle,
'
sai
d
he
,
mysteriously
,
'o
n
th
e
to
p
o
f
a
valley
,
an
d
sin
g
too-ralloo-ralloo.
'
Thi
s
wa
s
clearl
y
to
o
obscure
,
s
o
I
turne
d
agai
n
t
o
 Coglan
.
'I'v
e
bee
n
aroun
d
th
e
worl
d
twelv
e
times,
'
sai
d
he
.
'
I
kno
w
a
n
Esquima
u
i
n
Upernavi
k
wh
o
send
s
t
o
Cincinnat
i
fo
r
hi
s
neckties
,

an
d
I
sa
w
a
goat-herde
r
i
n
Urugua
y
 wh
o
wo
n
a
priz
e
i
n
a
Battl
e

Cree
k
breakfast-foo
d
puzzl
e
competition
.
I
pa
y
ren
t
o
n
a
roo
m
i
n

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Cairo
,
Egypt
,
an
d
anothe
r
i
n
Yokoham
a
al
l
th
e
yea
r
round
.
I'v
e
go
t
slipper
s
waitin
g
fo
r
m
e
i
n
a
tea-hous
e
i
n
Shanghai
,
an
d
I
don'
t

hav
e
t
o
tel
l
'e
m
ho
w
t
o
coo
k
m
y
egg
s
i
n
Ri
o
d
e
Janeir
o
o
r
Seattle
.
It'
s
a
might
y
littl
e
ol
d
world
.
What'
s
th
e
us
e
o
f
braggin
g
abou
t
bein
g
fro
m
th
e
North
,
o
r
th
e
South
,
o
r
th
e
ol
d
manor-hous
e
i
n

th
e
dale
,
o
r
 Eucli
d
Avenue
,
Cleveland
,
o
r
Pike'
s
Peak
,
o
r
Fairfa
x

County
,
Va.
,
o
r
Hooligan'
s
Flat
s
o
r
an
y
place
?
It'l
l
b
e
a
bette
r
worl
d
whe
n
w
e
qui
t
bein
g
fool
s
abou
t
som
e
mildewe
d
tow
n
o
r
te
n
acre
s
o
f
swamplan
d
jus
t
becaus
e
w
e
happene
d
t
o
b
e
bor
n
there.
'
'Yo
u
see
m
t
o
b
e
a
genuin
e
cosmopolite,
'
I
sai
d
admiringly
.
'Bu
t
i
t
als
o
seem
s
tha
t
yo
u
woul
d
 decr
y
patriotism.
'
'
A
reli
c
o
f
th
e
ston
e
age,
'
declare
d
Cogla
n
warmly
.
'W
e
ar
e
al
l
brother
s
-
Chinamen
,
Englishmen
,
Zulus
,
Patagonians
,
an
d
th
e

peopl
e
i
n
th
e
ben
d
o
f
th
e
Ka
w
River
.
Som
e
da
y
al
l
thi
s
pett
y
prid
e

i
n
one'
s
cit
y
o
r
stat
e
o
r
sectio
n
o
r
countr
y
wil
l
b
e
wipe
d
out
,
an
d
we'l
l
al
l
b
e
citizen
s
o
f
th
e
world
,
a
s
w
e
ough
t
t
o
be.
'
'Bu
t
whil
e
yo
u
ar
e
wanderin
g
i
n
foreig
n
lands,
'
I
persisted
,
'd
o
no
t
you
r
thought
s
rever
t
t
o
som
e
spo
t
-
som
e
dea
r
an
d
-
'
'Nar
y
a
spot,
'
interrupte
d
E
.
R
.
Cogla
n
flippantly
.
'Th
e
terres
trial
,
globular
,
planetar
y
hun
k
o
f
matter
,
slightl
y
flattene
d
a
t
th
e
poles
,
an
d
know
n
a
s
th
e
Earth
,
i
s
m
y
abode
.
I'v
e
me
t
a
goo
d
man
y
object-boun
d
 citizen
s
o
f
thi
s
countr
y
abroad
.
I'v
e
see
n
me
n
fro
m

Chicag
o
si
t
i
n
a
gondol
a
i
n
Venic
e
o
n
a
moonligh
t
nigh
t
an
d
bra
g

abou
t
thei
r
drainag
e
canal
.
I'v
e
see
n
a
Southerne
r
 o
n
bein
g
intro
duce
d
t
o
th
e
Kin
g
o
f
Englan
d
han
d
tha
t
monarch
,
withou
t
battin
g

hi
s
eyes
,
th
e
informatio
n
tha
t
hi
s
grandaun
t
o
n
hi
s
mother'
s
sid
e
wa
s
relate
d
b
y
marriag
e
t
o
th
e
Perkinses
,
o
f
Charleston
.
I
kne
w
a

Ne
w
Yorke
r
wh
o
wa
s
kidnappe
d
fo
r
ranso
m
b
y
som
e
Afghanista
n

bandits
.
Hi
s
peopl
e
sen
t
ove
r
th
e
mone
y
an
d
h
e
cam
e
bac
k
t
o
Kabu
l
wit
h
th
e
agent
.
"Afghanistan?
"
th
e
native
s
sai
d
t
o
hi
m
throug
h
a
n
interpreter
.
"Well
,
no
t
s
o
slow
,
d
o
yo
u
think?
"
"Oh
,
I

don'
t
know,
"
say
s
he
,
an
d
h
e
begin
s
 t
o
tel
l
the
m
abou
t
a
cab-drive
r
a
t
Sixt
h
Avenu
e
an
d
Broadway
.
Thos
e
idea
s
don'
t
sui
t
me
.
I'
m
no
t

tie
d
dow
n
t
o
anythin
g
tha
t
isn'
t
8,00
0
mile
s
i
n
diameter
.
Jus
t
pu
t

m
e
dow
n
a
s
E
.
Rushmor
e
Coglan
,
citize
n
o
f
th
e
terrestria
l
sphere.
'
M
y
cosmopolit
e
mad
e
a
larg
e
adie
u
an
d
lef
t
me
,
fo
r
h
e
though
t
tha
t
h
e
sa
w
someon
e
throug
h
th
e
 chatte
r
an
d
smok
e
who
m
h
e
knew
.
S
o
I
wa
s
lef
t
wit
h
th
e
would-b
e
periwinkle
,
wh
o
wa
s
reduce
d
t
o
Würzburge
r
withou
t
furthe
r
abilit
y
t
o
voic
e
hi
s
aspiration
s
t
o
perch
,
melodious
,
upo
n
 th
e
summi
t
o
f
a
valley
.
I
sa
t
reflectin
g
upo
n
m
y
eviden
t
cosmopolit
e
an
d
wonderin
g
ho
w
th
e
poe
t
ha
d
manage
d
t
o
mis
s
him
.
H
e
wa
s
m
y
discover
y
an
d

1
0
O
HENR
Y
 -
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
I
believe
d
i
n
him
.
Ho
w
wa
s
it
?
'Th
e
me
n
tha
t
bree
d
from
the
m
the
y
traffi
c
u
p
an
d
down
,
bu
t
clin
g
t
o
thei
r
cities
'
he
m
a
s
a
chil
d
t
o
th
e
mother'
s
gown.
'
No
t
s
o
E
.
Rushmor
e
Coglan
.
Wit
h
th
e
whol
e
worl
d
fo
r
hi
s
-
M
y
meditation
s
wer
e
interrupte
d
b
y
a
tremendou
s
nois
e
an
d
conflic
t
i
n
anothe
r
par
t
o
f
th
e
 café
.
I
sa
w
abov
e
th
e
head
s
o
f
th
e

seate
d
patron
s
E
.
Rushmor
e
Cogla
n
an
d
a
strange
r
t
o
m
e
engage
d

i
n
terrifi
c
battle
.
The
y
fough
t
betwee
n
th
e
table
s
lik
e
Titans
,
an
d
glasse
s
crashed
,
an
d
me
n
caugh
t
thei
r
hat
s
u
p
an
d
wer
e
knocke
d
down
,
an
d
a
brunett
e
screamed
,
an
d
a
blond
e
bega
n
t
o
sin
g
'Teas
ing.
'
M
y
cosmopolit
e
wa
s
sustainin
g
th
e
prid
e
an
d
reputatio
n
o
f
th
e
Eart
h
whe
n
th
e
waiter
s
close
d
i
n
o
n
bot
h
combatant
s
wit
h
thei
r

famou
s
flyin
g
wedg
e
formation
an
d
bor
e
the
m
outside
,
stil
l
resist
ing
.
I
calle
d
McCarthy
,
on
e
o
f
 th
e
Frenc
h
garçons,
an
d
aske
d
hi
m
th
e
caus
e
o
f
th
e
conflict
.
'Th
e
ma
n
wit
h
th
e
re
d
tie
'
(tha
t
wa
s
m
y
cosmopolite)
,
sai
d
he
,
'go
t
ho
t
o
n
accoun
t
o
f
thing
s
sai
d
 abou
t
th
e
bu
m
sidewalk
s
an
d
wate
r
suppl
y
o
f
th
e
plac
e
h
e
com
e
fro
m
b
y
th
e
othe
r
guy.
'
'Why,
'
sai
d
I
,
bewildered
,
'tha
t
ma
n
i
s
a
citize
n
o
f
th
e
worl
d
-
a
cosmopolite
.
H
e
-
'
'Originall
y
fro
m
Mattawamkeag
,
Maine
,
h
e
said,
'
continue
d
McCarthy
,
'an
d
h
e
wouldn'
t
stan
d
fo
r
n
o
knockin
'
th
e
place.
'
III
Between
Rounds
TH
E
MA
Y
MOO
N
SHON
E
BRIGH
T
upo
n
th
e
privat
e
 boarding-hous
e
o
f
Mrs
.
Murphy
.
B
y
referenc
e
t
o
th
e
almana
c
a
larg
e
amoun
t
o
f
territor
y
wil
l
b
e
discovere
d
upo
n
whic
h
it
s
ray
s
als
o
fell
.
Sprin
g

wa
s
i
n
it
s
heyday
,
wit
h
ha
y
feve
r
soo
n
t
o
follow
.
Th
e
park
s
wer
e
gree
n
wit
h
ne
w
leave
s
an
d
buyer
s
fo
r
th
e
Wester
n
an
d
Souther
n

trade
.
Flower
s
an
d
summer-resor
t
agent
s
wer
e
blowing
;
th
e
ai
r

an
d
 answer
s
t
o
Lawso
n
wer
e
growin
g
milder
;
hand-organs
,
foun

tain
s
an
d
pinochl
e
wer
e
playin
g
everywhere
.
Th
e
window
s
o
f
Mrs
.
Murphy'
s
boarding-hous
e
wer
e
open
.
A
grou
p
o
f
boarder
s
wer
e
seate
d
o
n
th
e
 hig
h
stoo
p
upo
n
round
,
fla
t

mat
s
lik
e
Germa
n
pancakes
.
I
n
on
e
o
f
th
e
second-floo
r
front
window
s
Mrs
.
McCaske
y

O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
1
1
awaite
d
he
r
husband
.
Suppe
r
wa
s
coolin
g
o
n
th
e
table
.
It
s
hea
t
wen
t
int
o
Mrs
.
McCaskey
.
A
t
nin
e
Mr
.
McCaske
y
came
.
H
e
carrie
d
hi
s
coa
t
o
n
hi
s
ar
m
an
d
hi
s
pip
e
i
n
hi
s
teeth
;
an
d
 h
e
apologize
d
fo
r
disturbin
g
th
e
boarder
s
o
n
th
e
step
s
a
s
h
e
selecte
d
spot
s
o
f
ston
e
betwee
n
the
m
o
n
whic
h

t
o
se
t
hi
s
siz
e
9
,
widt
h
Ds
.
A
s
h
e
opene
d
 th
e
doo
r
o
f
hi
s
roo
m
h
e
receive
d
a
surprise
.
Instea
d
o
f
th
e
usua
l
stove-li
d
o
r
potato-mashe
r
fo
r
hi
m
t
o
dodge
,

cam
e
onl
y
words
.
Mr
.
McCaske
y
reckone
d
tha
t
th
e
benig
n
Ma
y
moo
n
ha
d
soft
ene
d
th
e
breas
t
o
f
hi
s
spouse
.
'
I
hear
d
ye,
'
cam
e
th
e
ora
l
substitute
s
fo
r
kitchenware
.
'Y
e
ca
n
apollygiz
e
t
o
riff-raf
f
o
f
th
e
street
s
fo
r
settin
'
ye
r
unhand
y
fee
t
o
n
th
e
tail
s
o
f
thei
r
frocks
,
bu
t
ye'
d
wal
k
o
n
th
e
nec
k
o
f
ye
r
wif
e
th
e

lengt
h
o
f
a
clothes-lin
e
withou
t
s
o
muc
h
a
s
a
"Kis
s
m
e
fut,
"
an
d
I'
m
sure
,
it'
s
tha
t
lon
g
fro
m
rubberin
'
ou
t
th
e
wind
y
fo
r
y
e
an
d
th
e

victual
s
col
d
suc
h
a
s
there'
s
mone
y
t
o
bu
y
afte
r
drinkin
'
u
p
ye
r

wage
s
a
t
 Gallegher'
s
ever
y
Saturda
y
evenin'
,
an
d
th
e
ga
s
ma
n
her
e
twic
e
to-da
y
fo
r
his.
'
'Woman!
'
sai
d
Mr
.
McCaskey
,
dashin
g
hi
s
coa
t
an
d
ha
t
upo
n
a
chair
,
'th
e
nois
e
o
f
y
e
i
s
 a
n
insul
t
t
o
m
e
appetite
.
Whe
n
y
e
ru
n
dow
n
politenes
s
y
e
tak
e
th
e
morta
r
fro
m
betwee
n
th
e
brick
s
o
f
th
e
foundation
s
o
f
society
.
'Ti
s
n
o
mor
e
tha
n
exercisin
'
th
e
acrimon
y
o
f
a
gentlema
n
whe
n
y
e
as
k
th
e
dissen
t
o
f
ladie
s
blockin
'
th
e
wa
y

fo
r
steppin
'
betwee
n
them
.
Wil
l
y
e
brin
g
th
e
pig'
s
fac
e
o
f
y
e
ou
t
o
f
th
e
wind
y
 an
d
se
e
t
o
th
e
food?
'
Mrs
.
McCaske
y
aros
e
heavil
y
an
d
wen
t
t
o
th
e
stove
.
Ther
e
wa
s
somethin
g
i
n
he
r
manne
r
tha
t
warne
d
Mr
.
McCaskey
.
Whe
n
th
e

corner
s
o
f
he
r
 mout
h
wen
t
dow
n
suddenl
y
lik
e
a
baromete
r
i
t
usuall
y

foretol
d
a
fal
l
o
f
crocker
y
an
d
tinware
.
'Pig'
s
face
,
i
s
it?
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
McCaskey
,
an
d
hurle
d
a
stewpa
n
ful
l
o
f
baco
n
an
d
turnip
s
a
t
he
r
lord
.
Mr
.
McCaske
y
wa
s
n
o
novic
e
a
t
repartee
.
H
e
kne
w
wha
t
shoul
d
follo
w
th
e
entree
.
O
n
th
e
tabl
e
wa
s
a
roas
t
sirloi
n
o
f
pork
,
gar

nishe
d
wit
h
shamrocks
.
H
e
retorte
d
wit
h
this
,
an
d
dre
w
th
e
appropriat
e
retur
n
o
f
a
brea
d
puddin
g
i
n
a
n
earthe
n
dish
.
A
hun
k

o
f
Swis
s
chees
e
accuratel
y
throw
n
b
y
he
r
husban
d
struc
k
Mrs
.
McCaske
y
belo
w
on
e
eye
.
Whe
n
sh
e
replie
d
wit
h
a
well-aime
d
coffee-po
t
ful
l
o
f
a
hot
,
black
,
semi-fragran
t
liqui
d
th
e
battle
,

accordin
g
t
o
courses
,
shoul
d
hav
e
ended
.
Bu
t
Mr
.
McCaske
y
wa
s
n
o
5
0
cen
t
tabl
e
d'hôter
.
Le
t
chea
p
Bohemian
s
conside
r
coffe
e
th
e
end
,
i
f
the
y
would
.
Le
t
the
m
mak
e

1
2
O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
tha
t
faux
pas.
H
e
wa
s
 foxie
r
still
.
Finger-bowl
s
wer
e
no
t
beyon
d
th
e
compas
s
o
f
hi
s
experience
.
The
y
wer
e
no
t
t
o
b
e
ha
d
i
n
th
e

Pensio
n
Murphy
;
bu
t
thei
r
equivalen
t
wa
s
a
t
hand
.
Triumphantl
y

h
e
sen
t
th
e
granite-war
e
wash-basi
n
a
t
th
e
hea
d
o
f
hi
s
matrimo
nia
l
adversary
.
Mrs
.
McCaske
y
dodge
d
i
n
time
.
Sh
e
reache
d
fo
r
a
flat-iron
,
wit
h
which
,
a
s
a
sor
t
o
f
cordial
,
sh
e
hope
d
t
o
brin
g
th
e
gastronomica
l
due
l
t
o
a
close
.
Bu
t
a
loud
,
wailin
g
screa
m
down
stair
s
cause
d
bot
h
he
r
an
d
Mr
.
McCaske
y
t
o
paus
e
i
n
a
sor
t
o
f
involuntar
y
armistice
.
O
n
th
e
 sidewal
k
a
t
th
e
corne
r
o
f
th
e
hous
e
Policema
n
Clear
y
wa
s
standin
g
wit
h
on
e
ea
r
upturned
,
listenin
g
t
o
th
e
cras
h
o
f
househol
d
utensils
.
'
'Ti
s
Jaw
n
McCaske
y
an
d
hi
s
missu
s
a
t
 i
t
again,
'
meditate
d
th
e
policeman
.
'
I
wonde
r
shal
l
I
g
o
u
p
an
d
sto
p
th
e
row
.
I
wil
l
not
.
Marrie
d
folk
s
the
y
are
;
an
d
fe
w
pleasure
s
the
y
have
.
'Twil
l
no
t
las
t
long
.
Sure
,
they'l
l
hav
e
t
o
borro
w
mor
e
dishe
s
t
o
kee
p
i
t
u
p
with.
'
An
d
jus
t
the
n
cam
e
th
e
lou
d
screa
m
below-stairs
,
betokenin
g
fea
r
o
r
dir
e
extremity
.
'
'Ti
s
probabl
y
th
e
cat,
'
sai
d
Policema
n

Cleary
,
an
d
walke
d
hastil
y
i
n
th
e
othe
r
direction
.
Th
e
boarder
s
o
n
th
e
step
s
wer
e
fluttered
.
Mr
.
Toomey
,
a
n
insuranc
e
solicito
r
b
y
birt
h
an
d
a
n
investigato
r
b
y
profession
,
wen
t
insid
e
t
o
analys
e
th
e
scream
.
H
e
returne
d
wit
h
th
e
new
s
tha
t
Mrs
.
Murphy'
s
littl
e
bo
y
Mik
e
wa
s
lost
.
Followin
g
th
e
messenger
,
ou
t
bounce
d
Mrs
.
Murph
y
-
tw
o
hundre
d
pound
s
i
n
tear
s
an
d
hysterics
,
clutchin
g
th
e
ai
r
an
d
howlin
g
t
o
th
e
sk
y
fo
r
th
e
los
s
o
f
thirt
y
pound
s
o
f
freckle
s
an
d
mischief
.
Bathos
,
truly
;
bu
t
Mr
.
Toome
y
sa
t
dow
n
 a
t
th
e
sid
e
o
f
Mis
s
Purdy
,
milliner
,
an
d
thei
r
hand
s
cam
e
togethe
r
i
n
sympathy
.
Th
e
tw
o
ol
d
maids
,
Misse
s
Walsh
,
wh
o
complaine
d
ever
y
da
y
abou
t
th
e
nois
e
i
n
th
e
halls
,
inquire
d
immediatel
y
i
f
anybod
y
ha
d
looke
d
behin
d
th
e
clock
.
Majo
r
Grigg
,
wh
o
sa
t
b
y
hi
s
fa
t
wif
e
o
n
th
e
to
p
step
,
aros
e
an
d
buttone
d
hi
s
coat
.
'Th
e
littl
e
on
e
 lost?
'
h
e
exclaimed
.
'
I
wil
l
scou
r

th
e
city.
'
Hi
s
wif
e
neve
r
allowe
d
hi
m
ou
t
afte
r
dark
.
Bu
t
no
w
sh
e
said
:
'Go
,
Ludovic!
'
i
n
a
bariton
e
voice
.
'Whoeve
r
ca
n
loo
k
upo
n

tha
t
mother'
s
grie
f
withou
t
springin
g
t
o
he
r
relie
f
ha
s
a
hear
t
o
f
stone.
'
'Giv
e
m
e
som
e
thirt
y
o
r
-
sixt
y
cents
,
m
y
love,
'
sai
d
th
e
Major
.
'Los
t
childre
n
sometime
s
stra
y
far
.
I
ma
y
nee
d
car-fares.
'
Ol
d
ma
n
Denny
,
hall-room
,
fourt
h
floo
r
back
,
wh
o
sa
t
o
n
th
e
lowes
t
step
,
tryin
g
t
o
rea
d
a
pape
r
b
y
th
e
stree
t
lamp
,
turne
d
ove
r

a
 pag
e
t
o
follo
w
u
p
th
e
articl
e
abou
t
th
e
carpenters
'
strike
.
Mrs
.
Murph
y
shrieke
d
t
o
th
e
moon
:
'Oh
,
ar-r-Mike
,
f'
r
Gawd'
s
sake
,
wher
e
i
s
m
e
littl
e
bi
t
a
v
a
boy?
'
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3
'When'
d
y
e
se
e
hi
m
last?
'
aske
d
ol
d
ma
n
Denny
,
wit
h
on
e
ey
e
o
n
th
e
repor
t
o
f
th
e
Buildin
g
Trade
s
League
.
'Oh,
'
waile
d
Mrs
.
Murphy,.
'
'twa
s
yisterday
,
o
r
mayb
e
fou
r
hour
s
ago
!
I
dunno
.
Bu
t
it'
s
los
t
h
e
is
,
m
e
littl
e
bo
y
Mike
.
H
e
wa
s
playin
'
o
n
th
e
sidewal
k
onl
y
thi
s
mornin
'
-
o
r
wa
s
 i
t
Wednesday
?
I'
m
tha
t
bus
y
wit
h
wor
k
'ti
s
har
d
t
o
kee
p
u
p
wit
h
dates
.
Bu
t
I'v
e
looke
d
th
e
hous
e
ove
r
fro
m
to
p
t
o
cellar
,
an
d
it'
s
gon
e
h
e
is
.
Oh
,
fo
r
th
e
lov
e
a
v
Hive
n
-
'
Silent
,
grim
,
colossal
,
th
e
bi
g
cit
y
ha
s
eve
r
stoo
d
agains
t
it
s
revilers
.
The
y
cal
l
i
t
har
d
a
s
iron
;
the
y
sa
y
tha
t
n
o
puls
e
 o
f
pit
y
beat
s
i
n
it
s
bosom
;
the
y
compar
e
it
s
street
s
wit
h
lonel
y
forest
s
an
d

desert
s
o
f
lava
.
Bu
t
beneat
h
th
e
har
d
crus
t
o
f
th
e
lobste
r
i
s
foun
d
a
delectabl
e
an
d
lusciou
s
food
.
Perhap
s
a
differen
t
simil
e
woul
d
hav
e
bee
n
wiser
.
Still
,
nobod
y
shoul
d
tak
e
offence
.
W
e
woul
d
cal
l
n
o
on
e
a
lobste
r
withou
t
goo
d
an
d
sufficien
t
claws
.
N
o
calamit
y
s
o
 touche
s
th
e
commo
n
hear
t
o
f
humanit
y
a
s
doe
s
th
e
strayin
g
o
f
a
littl
e
child
.
Thei
r
fee
t
ar
e
s
o
uncertai
n
an
d
feeble
;
th
e
way
s
ar
e
s
o
stee
p
an
d
strange
.
Majo
r
Grigg
s
 hurrie
d
dow
n
t
o
th
e
corner
,
an
d
u
p
th
e
avenu
e
int
o
Billy'
s
place
.
'Gimm
e
a
rye-high,
'
h
e
sai
d
t
o
th
e
servitor
.
'Haven'
t
see
n
a
bow-legged
,
dirty-face
d
littl
e
devi
l
o
f
a
six-year
-

ol
d
los
t
ki
d
aroun
d
her
e
anywhere
,
hav
e
you?
'
Mr
.
Toome
y
retaine
d
Mis
s
Purdy'
s
han
d
o
n
th
e
steps
.
'Thin
k
o
f
tha
t
dea
r
littl
e
babe,
'
sai
d
Mis
s
Purdy
,
'los
t
fro
m
hi
s
mother'
s
 sid
e
-
perhap
s
alread
y
falle
n
beneat
h
th
e
iro
n
hoof
s
o
f
gallopin
g
steed
s
-
oh
,
isn'
t
i
t
dreadful?
'
'Ain'
t
tha
t
right?
'
agree
d
Mr
.
Toomey
,
squeezin
g
he
r
hand
.
'Sa
y
I
star
t
ou
t
an
d
 hel
p
loo
k
fo
r
um!
'
'Perhaps,
'
sai
d
Mis
s
Purdy
,
'yo
u
should
.
Bu
t
oh
,
Mr
.
Toomey
,
yo
u
ar
e
s
o
dashin
g
-
s
o
reckles
s
-
suppos
e
i
n
you
r
enthusias
m
som
e
acciden
t
shoul
d
befal
l
you
,
the
n
wha
t
-
'
Ol
d
ma
n
Denn
y
rea
d
o
n
abou
t
th
e
arbitratio
n
agreement
,
wit
h
on
e
finge
r
o
n
th
e
lines
.
I
n
th
e
secon
d
floo
r
fron
t
Mr
.
an
d
Mrs
.
McCaske
y
cam
e
t
o
 th
e
windo
w
t
o
recove
r
thei
r
secon
d
wind
.
Mr
.
McCaske
y
wa
s
scoop
in
g
turnip
s
ou
t
o
f
hi
s
ves
t
wit
h
a
crooke
d
forefinger
,
an
d
hi
s
lad
y
wa
s
wipin
g
a
n
ey
e
tha
t
th
e
sal
t
o
f
th
e
roas
t
por
k
ha
d
no
t
benefited
.
The
y
hear
d
th
e
outcr
y
below
,
an
d
thrus
t
thei
r
head
s
ou
t
o
f
th
e

window
.
'
'Ti
s
littl
e
Mik
e
i
s
lost,
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
McCaske
y
 i
n
a
hushe
d
voice
,
'th
e
beautiful
,
little
,
trouble-makin
g
ange
l
o
f
a
gossoon!
'
'Th
e
bi
t
o
f
a
bo
y
mislaid?
'
sai
d
Mr
.
McCaske
y
leanin
g
ou
t
o
f

1
4
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Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
th
e
window
.
'Why
,
now
,
that'
s
ba
d
enough
,
entirely
.
Th
e
childer
,
the
y
b
e
different
.
I
f
'twa
s
a
woma
n
I'
d
b
e
willin'
,
fo
r
the
y
leav
e
peac
e
behin
d
'e
m
whe
n
the
y
go.
'
Disregardin
g
 th
e
thrust
,
Mrs
.
McCaske
y
caugh
t
he
r
husband'
s
arm
.
'Jawn,
'
sh
e
sai
d
sentimentally
,
'Missi
s
Murphy'
s
littl
e
by
e
i
s
lost
.
'Ti
s
a
grea
t
cit
y
fo
r
losin
g
littl
e
boys
.
Si
x
year
s
ol
d
h
e
 was
.
Jawn
,
'ti
s
th
e
sam
e
ag
e
ou
r
littl
e
by
e
woul
d
hav
e
bee
n
i
f
w
e
ha
d
ha
d
on
e
si
x
year
s
ago.
'
'W
e
neve
r
did,
'
sai
d
Mr
.
McCaskey
,
lingerin
g
wit
h
th
e
fact
.
'Bu
t
i
f
w
e
had
,
Jawn
,
thin
k
wha
t
sorro
w
woul
d
b
e
i
n
ou
r
heart
s
thi
s
night
,
wit
h
ou
r
littl
e
Phela
n
ru
n
awa
y
an
d
stole
n
i
n
th
e
cit
y
nowhere
s
a
t
all.
'
'Y
e
tal
k
foolishness,
'
sai
d
Mr
.
McCaskey
.
'
'Ti
s
Pa
t
h
e
woul
d
b
e
named
,
afte
r
m
e
ol
d
fathe
r
i
n
Cantrim.
'
'Y
e
lie!
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
McCaskey
,
withou
t
anger
.
'M
e
brothe
r
wa
s
wort
h
 ti
n
doze
n
bog-trottin
g
McCaskeys
.
Afte
r
hi
m
woul
d
th
e
by
e
b
e
named.
'
Sh
e
leane
d
ove
r
th
e
window-sil
l
an
d
looke
d
dow
n
a
t
th
e
hurryin
g
an
d
bustl
e
below
.
'Jawn,
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
McCaske
y
softly
,
'I'
m
sorr
y
I
wa
s
hast
y
wi
d
ye.
'
'
'Twa
s
hast
y
puddin'
,
a
s
y
e
say,
'
sai
d
he
r
husband
,
'an
d
hurry
-
u
p
turnip
s
an
d
get-a-move-on-y
e
coffee
.
'Twa
s
wha
t
y
e
coul
d
cal
l

a
 quic
k
lunch
,
al
l
right
,
an
d
tel
l
n
o
lie.
'
Mrs
.
McCaske
y
slippe
d
he
r
ar
m
insid
e
he
r
husband'
s
an
d
too
k
hi
s
roug
h
han
d
i
n
hers
.
'Liste
n
a
t
th
e
cryin
'
o
f
poo
r
Mrs
.
Murphy,
'
sh
e
said
.
'
'Ti
s
a
n
awfu
l
thin
g
fo
r
a
bi
t
o
f
a
by
e
t
o
b
e
los
t
i
n
thi
s
grea
t
bi
g
city
.
I
f

'twa
s
ou
r
littl
e
Phelan
,
Jawn
,
I'
d
b
e
 breakin
'
m
e
heart.
'
Awkwardl
y
Mr
.
McCaske
y
withdre
w
hi
s
hand
.
Bu
t
h
e
lai
d
i
t
aroun
d
th
e
nearin
g
shoulder
s
o
f
hi
s
wife
.
'
'Ti
s
foolishness
,
o
f
course,
'
sai
d
he
,
roughly
,
'bu
t
I'
d
 b
e
cu
t
u
p
som
e
meself
,
i
f
ou
r
littl
e
-
Pa
t
wa
s
kidnappe
d
o
r
anything
.
Bu
t

ther
e
neve
r
wa
s
an
y
childe
r
fo
r
us
.
Sometime
s
I'v
e
bee
n
ugl
y
an
d

har
d
wit
h
 ye
,
Judy
.
Forge
t
it.
'
The
y
leane
d
together
,
an
d
looke
d
dow
n
a
t
th
e
heart-dram
a
bein
g
acte
d
below
.
Lon
g
the
y
sa
t
thus
.
Peopl
e
surge
d
alon
g
th
e
sidewalk
,
crowding
,
questioning
,
filling
th
e
ai
r
 wit
h
rumour
s
an
d
inconsequen
t
sur
mises
.
Mrs
.
Murph
y
ploughe
d
bac
k
an
d
fort
h
i
n
thei
r
midst
,
lik
e
a
sof
t
mountai
n
dow
n
whic
h
plunge
d
a
n
audibl
e
catarac
t
o
f
tears
.
Courier
s
cam
e
an
d
went
.

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Y
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D
STORIE
S
1
5
Lou
d
voice
s
an
d
a
renewe
d
uproa
r
wer
e
raise
d
i
n
fron
t
o
f
th
e
boarding-house
.
'What'
s
u
p
now
,
Judy?
'
aske
d
Mr
.
McCaskey
.
'
'Ti
s
Missi
s
 Murphy'
s
voice,
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
McCaskey
,
harking
.
'Sh
e
say
s
she'
s
afte
r
findin
g
littl
e
Mik
e
aslee
p
behin
d
th
e
rol
l
o
f
ol
d
linoleu
m
unde
r
th
e
be
d
i
n
he
r
room.
'
Mr
.
McCaske
y
laughe
d
loudly
.
'That'
s
ye
r
Phelan,
'
h
e
shoute
d
sardonicall
y
'Divi
l
a
bi
t
woul
d
a
Pa
t
hav
e
don
e
tha
t
tric
k
i
f
th
e
by
e
w
e
neve
r
ha
d
i
s
straye
d
an
d
stole
,
b
y
th
e
powers
,
cal
l
 hi
m
Phelan
,
an
d
se
e
hi
m
hid
e
ou
t
unde
r
th
e
be
d
lik
e
a
mang
y
pup.
'
Mrs
.
McCaske
y
aros
e
heavily
,
an
d
wen
t
towar
d
th
e
dis
h
closet
,
wit
h
th
e
corner
s
o
f
he
r
mout
h
 draw
n
down
.
Policema
n
Clear
y
cam
e
bac
k
aroun
d
th
e
corne
r
a
s
th
e
crow
d
dispersed
.
Surprised
,
h
e
upturne
d
a
n
ea
r
towar
d
th
e
McCaske
y
apartmen
t
wher
e
th
e
cras
h
o
f
iron
s
an
d
chinawar
e
an
d
th
e
rin
g
o
f
hurle
d
kitche
n
utensil
s
seeme
d
a
s
lou
d
a
s
before
.
Policema
n
Clear
y
too
k
ou
t
hi
s
timepiece
.
'B
y
th
e
deporte
d
snakes!
'
h
e
exclaimed
,
'Jaw
n
McCaske
y
an
d
hi
s
lad
y
hav
e
 bee
n
fightin
'
fo
r
a
n
hou
r
an
d
a
quarte
r
b
y
th
e
watch
.

Th
e
missi
s
coul
d
giv
e
hi
m
fort
y
pound
s
weight
.
Strengt
h
t
o
hi
s
arm.
'
Policema
n
Clear
y
strolle
d
bac
k
aroun
d
the
corner
.
Ol
d
ma
n
Denn
y
folde
d
hi
s
pape
r
an
d
hurrie
d
u
p
th
e
step
s
jus
t
a
s
Mrs
.
Murph
y
wa
s
abou
t
t
o
loc
k
th
e
doo
r
fo
r
th
e
night
.
IV
The
Skylight
Room
FIRS
T
MRS
.
PARKE
R
 woul
d
sho
w
yo
u
th
e
doubl
e
parlours
.
Yo
u

woul
d
no
t
dar
e
t
o
interrup
t
he
r
descriptio
n
o
f
thei
r
advantage
s

an
d
o
f
th
e
merit
s
o
f
th
e
gentlema
n
wh
o
ha
d
occupie
d
the
m
fo
r
eigh
t
years
.
The
n
yo
u
woul
d
manag
e
t
o
stamme
r
fort
h
th
e
confes

sio
n
tha
t
yo
u
wer
e
neithe
r
a
docto
r
no
r
a
dentist
.
Mrs
.
Parker'
s
manne
r
o
f
receivin
g
th
e
admissio
n
wa
s
suc
h
 tha
t
yo
u
coul
d
neve
r

afterwar
d
entertai
n
th
e
sam
e
feelin
g
towar
d
you
r
parents
,
wh
o
ha
d
neglecte
d
t
o
trai
n
yo
u
u
p
i
n
on
e
o
f
th
e
profession
s
tha
t
fitte
d
Mrs
.

Parker'
s
parlours
.
Nex
t
yo
u
ascende
d
on
e
fligh
t
o
f
stair
s
an
d
looke
d
a
t
th
e
secon
d
floo
r
bac
k
a
t
$8
.
Convince
d
b
y
he
r
second-floo
r
manne
r
tha
t
i
t

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s
wort
h
th
e
$1
2
tha
t
Mr
.
Toosenberr
y
alway
s
pai
d
fo
r
i
t
unti
l
h
e
lef
t
t
o
tak
e
charg
e
o
f
hi
s
brother'
s
orang
e
plantatio
n
i
n
Florid
a
nea
r
Pal
m
Beach
,
wher
e
Mrs
.
McIntyr
e
alway
s
spen
t
th
e
winter
s
tha
t
ha
d
th
e
doubl
e
fron
t
roo
m
wit
h
privat
e
bath
,
yo
u
manage
d
t
o
babbl
e
tha
t
yo
u
wante
d
somethin
g
stil
l
cheaper
.
I
f
yo
u
survive
d
Mrs
.
Parker'
s
 scorn
,
yo
u
wer
e
take
n
t
o
loo
k
a
t
Mr
.
Skidder'
s
larg
e
hall-roo
m
o
n
th
e
thir
d
floor
.
Mr
.
Skidder'
s
roo
m
wa
s
no
t
vacant
.
H
e
wrot
e
play
s
an
d
smoke
d
cigarette
s
i
n
i
t
al
l
da
y
long
.
Bu
t
ever
y
room-hunte
r
wa
s
mad
e
t
o
visi
t
hi
s
roo
m
t
o

admir
e
th
e
lambrequins
.
Afte
r
eac
h
visit
,
Mr
.
Skidder
,
fro
m
th
e
frigh
t
cause
d
b
y
possibl
e
eviction
,
woul
d
 pa
y
somethin
g
o
n
hi
s
rent
.
The
n
-
oh
,
the
n
-
i
f
yo
u
stil
l
stoo
d
o
n
on
e
foo
t
wit
h
you
r
ho
t
han
d
clutchin
g
th
e
thre
e
mois
t
dollar
s
i
n
you
r
pocket
,
an
d
hoarsel
y
proclaime
d
you
r
hideou
s
an
d
culpabl
e
poverty
,
never
mor
e
woul
d
Mrs
.
Parke
r
b
e
ciceron
e
o
f
yours
.
Sh
e
woul
d
hon
k

loudl
y
th
e
wor
d
'Clara,
'
sh
e
woul
d
sho
w
yo
u
he
r
back
,
an
d
 marc
h
downstairs
.
The
n
Clara
,
the
coloure
d
maid
,
woul
d
escor
t
yo
u
u
p

th
e
carpete
d
ladde
r
tha
t
serve
d
fo
r
th
e
fourt
h
flight
,
an
d
sho
w
yo
u

th
e
Skyligh
t
Room
.
I
t
occupie
d
7
b
y
8
fee
t
o
f
floorspac
e
a
t
the
middl
e
o
f
th
e
hall
.
O
n
eac
h
sid
e
o
f
i
t
wa
s
a
dar
k
lumbe
r
close
t
o
r

store-room
.
I
n
i
t
wa
s
a
n
iro
n
cot
,
a
washstan
d
an
d
a
chair
.
A
shel
f
wa
s
th
e
dresser
.
It
s
fou
r
bar
e
wall
s
seeme
d
t
o
clos
e
i
n
upo
n
yo
u
lik
e
th
e
side
s
o
f
a
coin
.
You
r
han
d
crep
t
t
o
you
r
throat
,
yo
u
gasped
,
yo
u
looke
d
u
p
a
s
fro
m
a
wel
l
-
an
d
breathe
d
onc
e
more
.
Throug
h
th
e
glas
s
o
f
th
e
littl
e
skyligh
t
yo
u
sa
w
a
squar
e
o
f
blu
e
infinity
.
'Tw
o
dollars
,
suh,
'
Clar
a
woul
d
sa
y
i
n
he
r
half-contemptuous
,
half-Tuskegeenia
l
tones
.
On
e
da
y
Mis
s
Leeso
n
cam
e
huntin
g
fo
r
a
room
.
Sh
e
carrie
d
a
typewrite
r
mad
e
t
o
b
e
lugge
d
aroun
d
b
y
a
muc
h
large
r
lady
.
Sh
e
wa
s
a
ver
y
littl
e
girl
,
wit
h
eye
s
an
d
hai
r
tha
t
kep
t
o
n
growin
g
afte
r

sh
e
ha
d
stoppe
d
an
d
tha
t
alway
s
looke
d
a
s
i
f
they
wer
e
saying
:
'Goodnes
s
me
.
Wh
y
didn'
t
yo
u
kee
p
u
p
wit
h
us?
'
Mrs
.
Parke
r
showe
d
he
r
th
e
doubl
e
parlours
.
'I
n
thi
s
closet,
'
sh
e
said
,
'on
e
coul
d
kee
p
a
skeleto
n
o
r
anaestheti
c
o
r
coa
l
-
'
'Bu
t
I
a
m
neithe
r
 a
docto
r
no
r
a
dentist,
'
sai
d
Mis
s
Leeso
n
with
a
shiver
.
Mrs
.
Parke
r
gav
e
he
r
th
e
incredulous
,
pitying
,
sneering
,
ic
y
star
e
tha
t
sh
e
kep
t
fo
r
thos
e
wh
o
faile
d
t
o
qualif
y
a
s
doctor
s
o
r
dentists
,
an
d
le
d
th
e
wa
y
t
o
th
e
secon
d
floo
r
back
.
'Eigh
t
dollars?
'
sai
d
Mis
s
Leeson
.
'Dea
r
me
!
I'
m
no
t
Hett
y
i
f
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d
o
loo
k
green
.
I'
m
jus
t
a
poo
r
littl
e
workin
g
girl
.
Sho
w
m
e
some
thin
g
highe
r
an
d
lower.
'
Mr
.
Skidde
r
jumpe
d
an
d
strewe
d
th
e
floo
r
wit
h
cigarett
e
stub
s
a
t
th
e
ra
p
 o
n
hi
s
door
.
'Excus
e
me
,
Mr
.
Skidder,
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
Parker
,
wit
h
he
r
demon'
s
smil
e
a
t
hi
s
pal
e
looks
.
'
I
didn'
t
kno
w
yo
u
wer
e
in
.
I
aske
d
th
e
lad
y
t
o
hav
e
 a
loo
k
a
t
you
r
lambrequins.
'
'They'r
e
to
o
lovel
y
fo
r
anything,
'
sai
d
Mis
s
Leeson
,
smilin
g
i
n
exactl
y
th
e
wa
y
th
e
angel
s
do
.
Afte
r
the
y
ha
d
gon
e
Mr
.
Skidde
r
go
t
ver
y
bus
y
 erasin
g
th
e
tall
,
black-haire
d
heroin
e
fro
m
hi
s
lates
t
(unproduced
)
pla
y
an
d
insertin
g
a
small
,
roguis
h
on
e
wit
h
heavy
,
brigh
t
hai
r
an
d
vivaciou
s

features
.
'Ann
a
Held'l
l
jum
p
a
t
it,
'
sai
d
Mr
.
Skidde
r
t
o
himself
,
puttin
g
hi
s
fee
t
u
p
agains
t
th
e
lambrequin
s
an
d
disappearin
g
i
n
a
clou
d
o
f
smok
e
lik
e
a
n
aeria
l
cuttlefish
.
Presentl
y
th
e
tocsi
n
cal
l
o
f
'Clara!
'
sounde
d
t
o
th
e
worl
d
th
e
stat
e
o
f
Mis
s
Leeson'
s
purse
.
A
dar
k
gobli
n
seize
d
her
,
mounte
d

a
Stygia
n
stairway
,
thrus
t
he
r
int
o
a
vaul
t
wit
h
a
glimme
r
o
f
ligh
t

i
n
it
s
to
p
an
d
 muttere
d
th
e
menacin
g
an
d
cabalisti
c
word
s
'Tw
o
dollars!
'
'I'l
l
tak
e
it!
'
sighe
d
Mis
s
Leeson
,
sinkin
g
dow
n
upo
n
th
e
squeak
y
iro
n
bed
.
Ever
y
da
y
Mis
s
Leeso
n
wen
t
ou
t
t
o
work
.
A
t
nigh
t
sh
e
brough
t
hom
e
paper
s
wit
h
handwritin
g
o
n
the
m
an
d
mad
e
copie
s
wit
h
he
r

typewriter
.
Sometime
s
sh
e
ha
d
n
o
wor
k
a
t
night
,
an
d
the
n
sh
e

woul
d
si
t
o
n
 th
e
step
s
o
f
th
e
hig
h
stoo
p
wit
h
th
e
othe
r
roomers
.
Mis
s
Leeso
n
wa
s
no
t
intende
d
fo
r
a
skyligh
t
roo
m
whe
n
th
e
plan
s

wer
e
draw
n
fo
r
he
r
creation
.
Sh
e
wa
s
gay-hearte
d
an
d
ful
l
o
f
tender
,
whimsica
l
fancies
.
Onc
e
sh
e
le
t
Mr
.
Skidde
r
rea
d
t
o
he
r

thre
e
act
s
o
f
hi
s
grea
t
(unpublished
)
comedy
,
'It'
s
N
o
Kid
;
or
,
Th
e
Hei
r
o
f
th
e
Subway.
'
Ther
e
wa
s
rejoicin
g
amon
g
th
e
gentleme
n
roomer
s
wheneve
r
Mis
s
Leeso
n
ha
d
tim
e
t
o
si
t
o
n
th
e
step
s
fo
r
a
n
hou
r
o
r
two
.
Bu
t
Mis
s
Longnecker
,
th
e
tal
l
blond
e
 wh
o
taugh
t
i
n
a
publi
c
schoo
l
an
d
sai
d
'Well
,
really!
'
t
o
everythin
g
yo
u
said
,
sa
t
o
n
th
e
to
p
ste
p

an
d
sniffed
.
An
d
Mis
s
Dorn
,
wh
o
sho
t
a
t
th
e
movin
g
duck
s
a
t

Cone
y
ever
y
Sunda
y
an
d
worke
d
i
n
a
departmen
t
store
,
sa
t
o
n
th
e
botto
m
ste
p
an
d
sniffed
.
Mis
s
Leeso
n
sa
t
o
n
th
e
middl
e
step
,
an
d

th
e
me
n
woul
d
quickl
y
grou
p
aroun
d
her
.
Especiall
y
Mr
.
Skidder
,
wh
o
ha
d
cas
t
he
r
i
n
hi
s
min
d
fo
r
th
e
sta
r
par
t
i
n
a
private
,
romanti
c
(unspoken
)
dram
a
i
n
rea
l
life
.
An
d

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especiall
y
Mr
.
Hoover
,
wh
o
wa
s
forty-five
,
fat
,
flushe
d
an
d
foolish
.
An
d
especiall
y
ver
y
youn
g
Mr
.
Evans
,
wh
o
se
t
u
p
a
hollo
w
coug
h
t
o
induc
e
he
r
t
o
as
k
hi
m
t
o
leav
e
of
f
cigarettes
.
Th
e
me
n
vote
d
he
r
'th
e
funnies
t
an
d
jollies
t
ever,
'
bu
t
th
e
sniff
s
o
n
th
e
to
p
ste
p
an
d

th
e
lowe
r
ste
p
wer
e
implacable
.
Ł
 Ł
Ł
Ł
Ł
I
pra
y
yo
u
le
t
th
e
dram
a
hal
t
whil
e
Choru
s
stalk
s
t
o
th
e
foot
light
s
an
d
drop
s
a
n
epicedia
n
tea
r
upo
n
th
e
fatnes
s
o
f
Mr
.
Hoover
.
Tun
e
th
e
pipe
s
t
o
th
e
traged
y
o
f
tallow
,
th
e
ban
e
o
f
bulk
,
th
e
calamit
y
o
f
corpulence
.
Trie
d
out
,
Falstaf
f
migh
t
hav
e
rendere
d
mor
e
romanc
e
t
o
th
e
to
n
tha
n
woul
d
hav
e
Romeo'
s
ricket
y
rib
s
 t
o
th
e
ounce
.
A
love
r
ma
y
sigh
,
bu
t
h
e
mus
t
no
t
puff
.
T
o
th
e
trai
n
o
f
Momu
s
ar
e
th
e
fa
t
me
n
remanded
.
I
n
vai
n
beat
s
th
e
faithfulles
t
hear
t
abov
e
a
52-inc
h
belt
.
Avaunt
,
Hoover
!
Hoover
,
forty-five
,

flus
h
an
d
foolish
,
migh
t
carr
y
of
f
Hele
n
herself
;
Hoover
,
forty
-

five
,
flush
,
foolis
h
an
d
fat
,
i
s
mea
t
fo
r
perdition
.
Ther
e
wa
s
neve
r
a
chanc
e
fo
r
you
,
Hoover
.
A
s
Mrs
.
Parker'
s
roomer
s
sa
t
thu
s
on
e
summer'
s
evening
,
Mis
s
Leeso
n
looke
d
u
p
int
o
th
e
firmamen
t
an
d
crie
d
wit
h
he
r
littl
e
ga
y

laugh
:
'Why
,
there'
s
 Bill
y
Jackson
!
I
ca
n
se
e
hi
m
fro
m
dow
n
here
,
too.
'
Al
l
looke
d
u
p
-
som
e
a
t
th
e
window
s
o
f
skyscrapers
,
som
e
cast
in
g
abou
t
fo
r
a
n
airship
,
Jackson-guided
.
'It'
s
tha
t
star,
'
 explaine
d
Mis
s
Leeson
,
pointin
g
wit
h
a
tin
y
finger.
'No
t
th
e
bi
g
on
e
tha
t
twinkle
s
-
th
e
stead
y
blu
e
on
e
nea
r
it
.

I
ca
n
se
e
i
t
ever
y
nigh
t
throug
h
m
y
skylight
.
I
name
d
i
t
Bill
y
Jack
son.
'
'Well
,
really!
'
sai
d
Mis
s
Longnecker
.
'
I
didn'
t
kno
w
yo
u
wer
e
a
n
astronomer
,
Mis
s
Leeson.
'
'Oh
,
yes,
'
sai
d
th
e
smal
l
star-gazer
,
'
I
kno
w
a
s
muc
h
a
s
an
y
o
f
the
m
abou
t
th
e
styl
e
o
f
sleeve
s
they'r
e
goin
g
t
o
wea
r
nex
t
fal
l
i
n
Mars.
'
'Well
,
really!
'
sai
d
Mis
s
Longnecker
.
'Th
e
sta
r
yo
u
refe
r
t
o
i
s
Gamma
,
o
f
th
e
 constellatio
n
Cassiopeia
.
I
t
i
s
nearl
y
o
f
th
e
secon
d
magnitude
,
an
d
it
s
meridia
n
passag
e
i
s
-
'
'Oh,
'
sai
d
th
e
ver
y
youn
g
Mr
.
Evans
,
'
I
thin
k
Bill
y
Jackso
n
i
s
a
muc
h
bette
r
 nam
e
fo
r
it
.
'Sam
e
here,
'
sai
d
Mr
.
Hoover
,
loudl
y
breathin
g
defianc
e
t
o
Mis
s
Longnecker
.
'
I
thin
k
Mis
s
Leeso
n
ha
s
jus
t
a
s
muc
h
righ
t
t
o
nam
e
star
s
a
s
an
y
o
f
thos
e
ol
d
astrologer
s
had.
'

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9
'Well
,
really!
'
sai
d
Mis
s
Longnecker
.
'
I
wonde
r
whethe
r
it'
s
a
shootin
g
star,
'
remarke
d
Mis
s
Dorn
.
'
I
hi
t
nin
e
duck
s
an
d
a
rabbi
t
ou
t
o
f
te
n
i
n
th
e
galler
y
a
t
Cone
y
Sunday.
'
'H
e
doesn'
t
sho
w
u
p
ver
y
wel
l
fro
m
dow
n
here,
'
sai
d
Mis
s
Leeson
.
'Yo
u
ough
t
t
o
se
e
hi
m
fro
m
m
y
room
.
Yo
u
kno
w
yo
u
ca
n
se
e
star
s
eve
n
i
n
th
e
daytim
e
fro
m
th
e
botto
m
o
f
a
well
.
A
t
nigh
t
m
y
roo
m
i
s
lik
e
th
e
shaf
t
o
f
a
coal-mine
,
an
d
i
t
 make
s
Bill
y
Jackso
n
loo
k
lik
e
th
e
bi
g
diamon
d
pi
n
tha
t
Nigh
t
fasten
s
he
r
kimon
o
with.
'
Ther
e
cam
e
a
tim
e
afte
r
tha
t
whe
n
Mis
s
Leeso
n
brough
t
n
o
for
midabl
e
paper
s
hom
e
t
o
copy
.
An
d
whe
n
sh
e
wen
t
i
n
th
e
morning
,
instea
d
o
f
working
,
sh
e
wen
t
fro
m
offic
e
t
o
offic
e
an
d
le
t
he
r
hear
t
mel
t
awa
y
i
n
th
e
dri
p
o
f
col
d
refusal
s
 transmitte
d
throug
h
insolen
t

offic
e
boys
.
Thi
s
wen
t
on
.
Ther
e
cam
e
a
n
evenin
g
whe
n
sh
e
wearil
y
climbe
d
Mrs
.
Parker'
s
stoo
p
a
t
th
e
hou
r
whe
n
sh
e
alway
s
returne
d
fro
m
he
r
dinne
r
 a
t
th
e

restaurant
.
Bu
t
sh
e
ha
d
ha
d
n
o
dinner
.
A
s
sh
e
steppe
d
int
o
th
e
hal
l
Mr
.
Hoove
r
me
t
he
r
an
d
seize
d
hi
s
chance
.
H
e
aske
d
he
r
t
o
marr
y
him
,
 an
d
hi
s
fatnes
s
hovere
d
abov
e

he
r
lik
e
a
n
avalanche
.
Sh
e
dodged
,
an
d
caugh
t
th
e
balustrade
.
H
e

trie
d
fo
r
he
r
hand
,
an
d
sh
e
raise
d
i
t
an
d
smot
e
hi
m
weakl
y
i
n
th
e

face
.
Ste
p
b
y
ste
p
sh
e
wen
t
up
,
draggin
g
hersel
f
b
y
th
e
railing
.
Sh
e
passe
d
Mr
.
Skidder'
s
doo
r
a
s
h
e
wa
s
red-inkin
g
a
stag
e
direc
tio
n
fo
r
Myrtl
e
Delorm
e
(Mis
s
Leeson
)
i
n
hi
s
(unaccepted
)

comedy
,
t
o
'pirouett
e
acros
s
stag
e
fro
m
L
t
o
th
e
sid
e
o
f
th
e

Count.
'
U
p
th
e
carpete
d
ladde
r
sh
e
crawle
d
a
t
las
t
an
d
opene
d
th
e
doo
r
o
f
th
e
skyligh
t
room
.
Sh
e
wa
s
to
o
wea
k
t
o
ligh
t
th
e
lam
p
o
r
t
o
undress
.
Sh
e
fel
l
upo
n
th
e
iro
n
cot
,
he
r
fragil
e
bod
y
scarcel
y
hollowin
g
th
e
wor
n
springs
.
An
d
i
n
tha
t
Erebu
s
o
f
a
roo
m
sh
e
slowl
y
raise
d
he
r
heav
y
eyelids
,
an
d
smiled
.
Fo
r
Bill
y
Jackso
n
wa
s
shinin
g
dow
n
o
n
her
,
cal
m
an
d
brigh
t
an
d
constan
t
throug
h
th
e
 skylight
.
Ther
e
wa
s
n
o
worl
d
abou
t
her
.
Sh
e
wa
s
sun
k
i
n
a
pi
t
o
f
blackness
,
wit
h
bu
t
tha
t
smal
l
squar
e
o
f
palli
d
ligh
t
framin
g
th
e
sta
r
tha
t
sh
e
ha
d
s
o
 whimsically
,
an
d
oh
,
s
o
inef

fectually
,
named
.
Mis
s
Longnecke
r
mus
t
b
e
right
;
i
t
wa
s
Gamma
,
o
f
th
e
constellatio
n
Cassiopeia
,
an
d
no
t
Bill
y
Jackson
.
An
d
ye
t
sh
e
coul
d
no
t
le
t
i
t
b
e
Gamma
.
A
s
sh
e
la
y
o
n
he
r
bac
k
sh
e
trie
d
twic
e
t
o
rais
e
he
r
arm
.
Th
e
thir
d
tim
e
sh
e
go
t
tw
o
thi
n
finger
s
t
o
he
r
lip
s
an
d
ble
w
a
kis
s
ou
t

o
f
th
e
blac
k
pi
t
t
o
Bill
y
Jackson
.
He
r
ar
m
fel
l
bac
k
limply
.
'Good-bye
,
Billy,
'
sh
e
murmure
d
faintly
.
'You'r
e
million
s
o
f

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S
mile
s
awa
y
an
d
yo
u
won'
t
eve
n
twinkl
e
once
.
Bu
t
yo
u
kep
t
wher
e
I
coul
d
se
e
yo
u
mos
t
o
f
th
e
tim
e
u
p
ther
e
whe
n
ther
e
wasn'
t
any
thin
g
els
e
bu
t
darknes
s
t
o
 loo
k
at
,
didn'
t
you
?
.
.
.
Million
s
o
f
miles...
.
Good-bye
,
Bill
y
Jackson.
'
Clara
,
th
e
coloure
d
maid
,
foun
d
th
e
doo
r
locke
d
a
t
te
n
th
e
nex
t
day
,
an
d
the
y
force
d
i
t
open
.
 Vinegar
,
an
d
th
e
slappin
g
o
f
wrist
s
an
d
eve
n
burn
t
feathers
,
provin
g
o
f
n
o
avail
,
someon
e
ra
n
t
o
'phon
e
fo
r
a
n
ambulance
.
I
n
du
e
tim
e
i
t
backe
d
u
p
t
o
th
e
doo
r
wit
h
muc
h
gong-clanging
,
an
d
th
e
capabl
e
youn
g
medico
,
i
n
hi
s
whit
e
line
n
coat
,
ready
,
active
,
confident
,
wit
h
hi
s
smoot
h
fac
e
hal
f
debonair
,
hal
f
grim
,
dance
d
u
p
th
e
steps
.
'Ambulanc
e
 cal
l
t
o
49,
'
h
e
sai
d
briefly
.
'What'
s
th
e
trouble?
'
'O
h
yes
,
doctor,
'
sniffe
d
Mrs
.
Parker
,
a
s
thoug
h
he
r
troubl
e
tha
t
ther
e
shoul
d
b
e
troubl
e
i
n
th
e
hous
e
wa
s
th
e
greater
.
'
I
can'
t
thin
k
wha
t
ca
n
b
e
th
e
matte
r
wit
h
her
.
Nothin
g
w
e
coul
d
d
o
woul
d
brin
g
he
r
to
.
It'
s
a
youn
g
woman
,
a
Mis
s
Elsi
e
-
yes
,
a
Mis
s
Elsi
e
Leeson
.
 Neve
r
befor
e
i
n
m
y
hous
e
-
'
'Wha
t
room?
'
crie
d
th
e
docto
r
i
n
a
terribl
e
voice
,
t
o
whic
h
Mrs
.
Parke
r
wa
s
a
stranger
.
'Th
e
skyligh
t
room
.
I
t
-
'
Evidentl
y
th
e
ambulanc
e
docto
r
wa
s
familia
r
wit
h
th
e
locatio
n
o
f
skyligh
t
rooms
.
H
e
wa
s
gon
e
u
p
th
e
stairs
,
fou
r
a
t
a
time
.
Mrs
.

Parke
r
followe
d
slowly
,
a
s
he
r
dignit
y
demanded
.
O
n
th
e
firs
t
 landin
g
sh
e
me
t
hi
m
comin
g
bac
k
bearin
g
th
e
astronome
r
i
n
hi
s
arms
.
H
e
stoppe
d
an
d
le
t
loos
e
th
e
practise
d
scalpe
l
o
f
hi
s
tongue
,
no
t
loudly
.
Graduall
y
Mrs
.
Parke
r
crumple
d
a
s
a
stif
f
garmen
t
tha
t
slip
s
dow
n
fro
m
a
nail
.
Eve
r
afterward
s
ther
e
remaine
d
crumple
s
i
n
he
r
min
d
an
d
body
.
Sometime
s
he
r
curiou
s
roomer
s
woul
d
ask
he
r
wha
t
th
e
docto
r
sai
d
t
o
her
.
'Le
t
tha
t
be,
'
sh
e
woul
d
answer
.
'I
f
I
ca
n
ge
t
forgivenes
s
fo
r
havin
g
hear
d
i
t
I
wil
l
b
e
satisfied.
'
Th
e
ambulanc
e
physicia
n
strod
e
wit
h
hi
s
burde
n
throug
h
th
e
pac
k
 o
f
hound
s
tha
t
follo
w
th
e
curiosit
y
chase
,
an
d
eve
n
the
y
fel
l
bac
k
alon
g
th
e
sidewal
k
abashed
,
fo
r
hi
s
fac
e
wa
s
tha
t
o
f
on
e
wh
o

bear
s
hi
s
ow
n
dead
.
The
y
 notice
d
tha
t
h
e
di
d
no
t
la
y
dow
n
upo
n
th
e
be
d
prepare
d
fo
r
i
t
i
n
th
e
ambulanc
e
th
e
for
m
tha
t
h
e
carried
,
an
d
al
l
tha
t
h
e
sai
d
was
:
'Driv
e
lik
e
h
 -
l,
Wilson,
'
t
o
th
e
driver
.
Tha
t
i
s
all
.
I
s
i
t
a
story
?
I
n
th
e
nex
t
morning'
s
pape
r
I
sa
w
a
littl
e
new
s
item
,
an
d
th
e
las
t
sentenc
e
o
f
i
t
ma
y
hel
p
 yo
u
(a
s
i
t

helpe
d
me
)
t
o
wel
d
th
e
incident
s
together
.

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D
STORIE
S
2
1
I
t
recounte
d
th
e
receptio
n
int
o
Bellevu
e
Hospita
l
o
f
a
youn
g
woma
n
wh
o
ha
d
bee
n
remove
d
fro
m
No
.
4
9
Eas
t
-
Street
,
suffer
in
g
fro
m
debilit
y
induce
d
b
y
starvation
.
I
t
conclude
d
wit
h
thes
e
words
:
'Dr
.
Willia
m
Jackson
,
th
e
ambulanc
e
physicia
n
wh
o
attende
d
th
e
case
,
 say
s
th
e
patien
t
wil
l
recover.
'
V
A
Service
of
Love
WHE
N
ON
E
LOVE
S
ONE
S
AR
T
n
o
servic
e
seem
s
to
o
hard
.
Tha
t
i
s
ou
r
premise
.
Thi
s
stor
y
shal
l
dra
w
a
conclusio
n
fro
m
it
,
an
d
sho
w
a
t
th
e
sam
e
tim
e
tha
t
th
e
premis
e
i
s
incorrect
.
Tha
t
wil
l
b
e
a
ne
w
thin
g
i
n
logic
,
an
d
a
fea
t
i
n
story-tellin
g
somewha
t
olde
r

tha
n
th
e
Grea
t
Wal
l
o
f
China
.
Jo
e
Larrabe
e
cam
e
ou
t
o
f
th
e
post-oa
k
flats
o
f
th
e
Middl
e
Wes
t
pulsin
g
wit
h
a
geniu
s
fo
r
pictoria
l
art
.
A
t
si
x
h
e
dre
w
a
pictur
e
o
f

th
e
tow
n
pum
p
 wit
h
a
prominen
t
citize
n
passin
g
i
t
hastily
.
Thi
s

effor
t
wa
s
frame
d
an
d
hun
g
i
n
th
e
dru
g
stor
e
windo
w
b
y
th
e
sid
e
o
f
th
e
ea
r
o
f
cor
n
wit
h
a
n
uneve
n
numbe
r
o
f
rows
.
A
t
twent
y
h
e
lef
t
fo
r
Ne
w
Yor
k
wit
h
a
flowin
g
neckti
e
an
d
a
capita
l
tie
d
u
p
somewha
t
closer
.
Deli
a
Caruther
s
di
d
thing
s
i
n
si
x
octave
s
s
o
promisingl
y
i
n
 a
pine-tre
e
villag
e
i
n
th
e
Sout
h
tha
t
he
r
relative
s
chippe
d
i
n
enoug
h

i
n
he
r
chi
p
ha
t
fo
r
he
r
t
o
g
o
'North
'
an
d
'finish.
'
The
y
coul
d
no
t

se
e
he
r
f
-
,
bu
t
tha
t
i
s
ou
r
stor
y
Jo
e
an
d
Deli
a
me
t
i
n
a
n
atelie
r
wher
e
a
numbe
r
o
f
ar
t
an
d
musi
c
student
s
ha
d
gathere
d
t
o
discus
s
chiaroscuro
,
Wagner
,
music
,
Rembrandt'
s
work
s
pictures
,
Waldteufel
,
wall-paper
,
Chopin
,
an
d
Oolong
.
Jo
e
an
d
Deli
a
becam
e
enamoure
d
on
e
o
f
th
e
othe
r
o
r
eac
h
o
f
th
e
other
,
a
s
yo
u
please
,
an
d
i
n
a
shor
t
tim
e
wer
e
marrie
d
-
 fo
r

(se
e
above)
,
whe
n
on
e
love
s
one'
s
Ar
t
n
o
servic
e
see
m
to
o
hard
.
Mr
.
an
d
Mrs
.
Larrabe
e
bega
n
housekeepin
g
i
n
a
flat
.
I
t
wa
s
a
lonesom
e
fla
t
-
somethin
g
lik
e
th
e
A
shar
p
wa
y
dow
n
a
t
th
e
left
-

han
d
en
d
o
f
th
e
keyboard
.
An
d
the
y
wer
e
happy
;
fo
r
the
y
ha
d
thei
r
Ar
t
an
d
the
y
ha
d
eac
h
other
.
An
d
m
y
advic
e
 t
o
th
e
ric
h
youn
g
ma
n
woul
d
b
e
-
sel
l
al
l
tho
u
hast
,
an
d
giv
e
i
t
t
o
th
e
poo
r
-
janito
r
fo
r
th
e
privileg
e
o
f
livin
g
i
n
a
fla
t
wit
h
you
r
Ar
t
 an
d
you
r
Delia
.
Flat-dweller
s
shal
l
endors
e
m
y
dictu
m
tha
t
their
s
i
s
th
e
onl
y

2
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tru
e
happiness
.
I
f
a
hom
e
i
s
happ
y
i
t
canno
t
fi
t
 to
o
clos
e
-
le
t
th
e
dresse
r
collaps
e
an
d
becom
e
a
billiar
d
table
;
le
t
th
e
mante
l
tur
n
t
o
a
rowin
g
machine
,
th
e
escritoir
e
t
o
a
spar
e
bedchamber
,
th
e
wash
-
stan
d
t
o
a
n
uprigh
t
piano
;
le
t
th
e
fou
r
wall
s
com
e
together
,
i
f
the
y

will
,
s
o
yo
u
an
d
you
r
Deli
a
ar
e
between
.
Bu
t
i
f
hom
e
b
e
th
e
othe
r
kind
,
le
t
i
t
b
e
wid
e
an
d
lon
g
-
ente
r
yo
u
a
t
th
e
Golde
n
Gate
,
han
g
you
r
ha
t
o
n
Hatteras
,
you
r
cap
e
o
n
Cap
e
Horn
,
an
d
g
o
ou
t
b
y
Labrador
.
Jo
e
wa
s
paintin
g
i
n
th
e
clas
s
o
f
th
e
grea
t
Magiste
r
-
yo
u
kno
w
hi
s
fame
.
Hi
s
fee
s
ar
e
high
;
hi
s
lesson
s
ar
e
ligh
t
-
hi
s
high-light
s

hav
e
brough
t
hi
m
renown
.
Deli
a
wa
s
studyin
g
unde
r
Rosenstoc
k
-
yo
u
 kno
w
hi
s
reput
e
a
s
a
disturbe
r
o
f
th
e
pian
o
keys
.
The
y
wer
e
might
y
happ
y
a
s
lon
g
a
s
thei
r
mone
y
lasted
.
S
o
i
s
ever
y
-
bu
t
I
wil
l
no
t
b
e
cynical
.
Thei
r
 aim
s
wer
e
ver
y
clea
r
an
d

defined
.
Jo
e
wa
s
t
o
becom
e
capabl
e
ver
y
soo
n
o
f
turnin
g
ou
t
pic
ture
s
tha
t
ol
d
gentleme
n
wit
h
thi
n
side-whisker
s
an
d
thic
k
pocket
-
book
s
woul
d
sandba
g
on
e
anothe
r
i
n
hi
s
studi
o
fo
r
th
e
privileg
e
o
f
buying
.
Deli
a
wa
s
t
o
becom
e
familia
r
an
d
the
n
contemptuou
s
wit
h
Music
,
s
o
tha
t
whe
n
sh
e
sa
w
th
e
orchestr
a
seat
s
an
d
 boxe
s
unsol
d
sh
e
coul
d
hav
e
sor
e
throa
t
an
d
lobste
r
i
n
a
privat
e
dining-roo
m
an
d
refus
e
t
o
g
o
o
n
th
e
stage
.
Bu
t
th
e
best
,
i
n
m
y
opinion
,
wa
s
th
e
hom
e
lif
e
 i
n
th
e
littl
e
fla
t
-
th
e
ardent
,
volubl
e
chat
s
afte
r
th
e
day'
s
study
;
th
e
cos
y
dinner
s

an
d
fresh
,
ligh
t
breakfasts
;
th
e
interchang
e
o
f
ambition
s
-
ambi

tion
s
interwove
n
eac
h
wit
h
 th
e
other'
s
o
r
els
e
inconsiderabl
e
-
th
e
mutua
l
hel
p
an
d
inspiration
;
an
d
-
overloo
k
m
y
artlessnes
s
-
stuffe
d
olive
s
an
d
chees
e
sandwiche
s
a
t
11p.m
.
Bu
t
afte
r
awhil
e
Ar
t
flagged
.
I
t
sometime
s
 does
,
eve
n
i
f
som
e
switchma
n
doesn'
t
fla
g
it
.
Everythin
g
goin
g
ou
t
an
d
nothin
g
comin
g
in
,
a
s
th
e
vulgarian
s
say
.
Mone
y
wa
s
lackin
g
t
o
pa
y
Mr
.
Magiste
r
an
d
Her
r
Rosenstoc
k
thei
r
prices
.
Whe
n
on
e
love
s
one'
s

Ar
t
n
o
servic
e
seem
s
to
o
hard
.
So
,
Deli
a
sai
d
sh
e
mus
t
giv
e
musi
c
lesson
s
t
o
kee
p
th
e
chafin
g
dis
h
bubbling
.
Fo
r
tw
o
o
r
thre
e
day
s
sh
e
wen
t
ou
t
canvassin
g
fo
r
pupils
.
On
e
evenin
g
sh
e
cam
e
hom
e
elated
.
'Joe
,
dear,
'
sh
e
sai
d
gleefully
,
'I'v
e
a
pupil
.
And
,
oh
,
th
e
lovelies
t
people
!
Genera
l
-
Genera
l
A
.
 B
.
Pinkney'
s
daughte
r
-
o
n
Seventy
-
first
Street
.
Suc
h
a
splendi
d
house
,
Jo
e
-
yo
u
ough
t
t
o
se
e
th
e
fron
t
door
!
Byzantin
e
I
thin
k
yo
u
woul
d
cal
l
it
.
An
d
inside
!
Oh
,
Joe
,
 I
neve
r
sa
w
anythin
g
lik
e
i
t
before
.
'M
y
pupi
l
i
s
hi
s
daughte
r
Clementina
.
I
dearl
y
lov
e
he
r
already
.
She'
s
a
delicat
e
thin
g
-
dresse
s
alway
s
i
n
white
;
an
d
th
e
sweetest
,

O
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Y
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S
2
3
simples
t
manners
!
Onl
y
eightee
n
year
s
old
.
I'
m
t
o
giv
e
thre
e
lesson
s
a
week
;
and
,
jus
t
think
,
Joe
!
$
5
a
lesson
.
I
don'
t
min
d
i
t
a

bit
;
fo
r
whe
n
I
ge
t
tw
o
o
r
thre
e
mor
e
pupil
s
I
ca
n
resum
e
m
y

lesson
s
wit
h
Her
r
Rosenstock
.
Now
,
smoot
h
ou
t
tha
t
wrinkl
e

betwee
n
you
r
brows
,
dear
,
an
d
let'
s
hav
e
 a
nic
e
supper.
'
'That'
s
al
l
righ
t
fo
r
you
,
Dele,
'
sai
d
Joe
,
attackin
g
a
ca
n
o
f
pea
s
wit
h
a
carvin
g
knif
e
an
d
a
hatchet
,
'bu
t
ho
w
abou
t
me
?
D
o
yo
u
thin
k
I'
m
goin
g
t
o
le
t
yo
u
hustl
e
fo
r
wage
s
whil
e
I
philande
r
i
n
th
e

region
s
o
f
hig
h
art
?
No
t
b
y
th
e
bone
s
o
f
Benvenut
o
Cellini
!
I

gues
s
I
ca
n
sel
l
paper
s
o
r
la
y
cobblestones
,
an
d
brin
g
i
n
a
dolla
r
o
r

two.
'
Deli
a
cam
e
an
d
hun
g
abou
t
hi
s
neck
.
'Joe
,
dear
,
yo
u
ar
e
silly
.
Yo
u
mus
t
kee
p
o
n
a
t
you
r
studies
.
I
t
i
s
no
t
a
s
i
f
I
ha
d
qui
t
m
y
musi
c
an
d
gon
e
t
o
wor
k
a
t
somethin
g
else
.
Whil
e
I
teac
h
I
learn
.
I
a
m
alway
s
wit
h
m
y
music
.
An
d
w
e
ca
n
liv
e
a
s
happil
y
a
s
millionaire
s
o
n
$1
5
a
week
.
Yo
u
mustn'
t
thin
k
o
f
leavin
g
Mr
.
Magister.
'
'Al
l
right,
'
sai
d
Joe
,
reachin
g
fo
r
th
e
blu
e
scallope
d
vegetabl
e
dish
.
'Bu
t
I
hat
e
fo
r
yo
u
t
o
 b
e
givin
g
lessons
.
I
t
isn'
t
Art
.
Bu
t
you'r
e
a
trum
p
an
d
a
dea
r
t
o
d
o
it.
'
'Whe
n
on
e
love
s
one'
s
Ar
t
n
o
servic
e
seem
s
to
o
hard,
'
sai
d
Delia
.
'Magiste
r
praise
d
th
e
sk
y
i
n
tha
t
sketc
h
I
mad
e
i
n
th
e
park,
'
sai
d
Joe
.
'An
d
Tinkl
e
gav
e
m
e
permissio
n
t
o
han
g
tw
o
o
f
the
m
i
n
hi
s
window
.
I
ma
y
sel
l
on
e
i
f
th
e
 righ
t
kin
d
o
f
a
moneye
d
idio
t
see
s
them.
'
'I'
m
sur
e
yo
u
will,
'
sai
d
Deli
a
sweetly
.
'An
d
no
w
let'
s
b
e
thankfu
l
fo
r
Genera
l
Pinkne
y
an
d
thi
s
vea
l
roast.
'
Durin
g
al
l
o
f
 th
e
nex
t
wee
k
th
e
Larrabee
s
ha
d
a
n
earl
y
break
fast
.
Jo
e
wa
s
enthusiasti
c
abou
t
som
e
morning-effec
t
sketche
s
h
e
wa
s
doin
g
i
n
Centra
l
Park
,
an
d
Deli
a
packe
d
hi
m
of
f
breakfasted
,
coddled
,
 praised
,
an
d
kisse
d
a
t
seve
n
o'clock
.
Ar
t
i
s
a
n
engagin
g
mistress
.
I
t
wa
s
mos
t
time
s
seve
n
o'cloc
k
whe
n
h
e
returne
d
i
n
th
e

evening
.
A
t
th
e
en
d
o
f
th
e
wee
k
 Delia
,
sweetl
y
prou
d
bu
t
languid
,
tri
umphantl
y
tosse
d
thre
e
five-dolla
r
bill
s
o
n
th
e
8
b
y
1
0
(inches
)
centr
e
tabl
e
o
f
th
e
8
b
y
1
0
(feet
)
fla
t
parlour
.
'Sometimes,
'
sh
e
said
,
a
littl
e
wearily
,
'Clementin
a
trie
s
me
.
I'
m
afrai
d
sh
e
doesn'
t
practis
e
enough
,
an
d
I
hav
e
t
o
tel
l
he
r
th
e
sam
e
thing
s
s
o
often
.
An
d
the
n
sh
e
alway
s
dresse
s
entirel
y
i
n
white
,
an
d

tha
t
doe
s
ge
t
monotonous
.
Bu
t
Genera
l
Pinkne
y
i
s
th
e
deares
t
ol
d

man
!
I
wis
h
yo
u
coul
d
kno
w
him
,
Joe
.
H
e
come
s
i
n
sometime
s

2
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Y
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D
STORIE
S
whe
n
I
a
m
wit
h
Clementin
a
a
t
th
e
pian
o
-
h
e
i
s
a
widower
,
yo
u
kno
w
-
an
d
stand
s
ther
e
pullin
g
hi
s
whit
e
goatee
.
"An
d
ho
w
ar
e
th
e
semiquaver
s
an
d
th
e
 demi-semiquaver
s
progressing?
"
h
e
alway
s
asks
.
'
I
wis
h
yo
u
coul
d
se
e
th
e
wainscotin
g
i
n
tha
t
drawing-room
,
Joe
!
An
d
thos
e
Astrakha
n
ru
g
portières.
An
d
Clementin
a
ha
s
suc
h
a
funn
y
littl
e
cough
.
I
hop
e
 sh
e
i
s
stronge
r
tha
n
sh
e
looks
.
Oh
,
I
reall
y
a
m
gettin
g
attache
d
t
o
her
,
sh
e
i
s
s
o
gentl
e
an
d
hig
h
bred
.
Genera
l
Pinkney'
s
brothe
r
wa
s
onc
e
Ministe
r
t
o
Bolivia.
'
An
d
 the
n
Joe
,
wit
h
th
e
ai
r
o
f
a
Mont
e
Cristo
,
dre
w
fort
h
a
ten
,
a
five
,
a
tw
o
an
d
a
on
e
-
al
l
lega
l
tende
r
note
s
-
an
d
lai
d
the
m
besid
e

Delia'
s
earnings
.
'Sol
d
tha
t
water-colou
r
o
f
th
e
obelis
k
t
o
a
ma
n
fro
m
Peoria,
'
h
e
announce
d
overwhelmingly
.
'Don'
t
jok
e
wit
h
me,
'
sai
d
Deli
a
-
'no
t
fro
m
Peoria!
'
'Al
l
th
e
way
.
I
wis
h
yo
u
coul
d
se
e
him
,
Dele
.
Fa
t
ma
n
wit
h
a
woolle
n
muffle
r
an
d
a
quil
l
toothpick
.
H
e
sa
w
th
e
sketc
h
i
n
Tinkle'
s
windo
w
an
d
though
t
i
t
wa
s
a
windmil
l
a
t
first
.
H
e
wa
s
game
,
though
,
an
d
bough
t
i
t
anyhow
.
H
e
ordere
d
anothe
r
-
a
n
oi
l

sketc
h
o
f
th
e
Lackawann
a
freigh
t
depo
t
-
t
o
tak
e
bac
k
wit
h
him
.
Musi
c
lessons
!
Oh
,
I
gues
s
Ar
t
i
s
stil
l
 i
n
it.
'
'I'
m
s
o
gla
d
you'v
e
kep
t
on,
'
sai
d
Deli
a
heartily
.
'You'r
e
boun
d
t
o
win
,
dear
.
Thirty-thre
e
dollars
!
W
e
neve
r
ha
d
s
o
muc
h
t
o
spen
d
before
.
We'l
l
hav
e
oyster
s
to-night.
'
'An
d
file
t
migno
n
wit
h
champignons,
'
sai
d
Joe
.
'Wher
e
i
s
th
e
oliv
e
fork?
'
O
n
th
e
nex
t
Saturda
y
evenin
g
Jo
e
reache
d
hom
e
first
.
H
e
sprea
d
hi
s
$1
8
o
n
th
e
parlou
r
tabl
e
 an
d
washe
d
wha
t
seeme
d
t
o
b
e
a
grea
t
dea
l
o
f
dar
k
pain
t
fro
m
hi
s
hands
.
Hal
f
a
n
hou
r
late
r
Deli
a
arrived
,
he
r
righ
t
han
d
tie
d
u
p
i
n
a
shapeles
s
bundl
e
o
f
wrap
s
an
d
bandages
.
'Ho
w
i
s
this?
'
aske
d
Jo
e
afte
r
th
e
usua
l
greetings
.
Deli
a
laughed
,
bu
t
no
t
ver
y
joyously
.
'Clementina,
'
sh
e
explained
,
'insiste
d
upo
n
a
Wels
h
rabbi
t
afte
r
he
r
lesson
.
Sh
e
i
s
suc
h
a
quee
r
girl
.
Wels
h
rabbit
s
a
t
fiv
e
i
n
th
e
afternoon
.
Th
e
Genera
l
wa
s
there
.
Yo
u
shoul
d
hav
e
see
n
hi
m
ru
n

fo
r
th
e
chafin
g
dish
,
Joe
,
jus
t
a
s
 i
f
ther
e
wasn'
t
a
servan
t
i
n
th
e
house
.
I
kno
w
Clementin
a
isn'
t
i
n
goo
d
health
;
sh
e
i
s
s
o
nervous
.

I
n
servin
g
th
e
rabbi
t
sh
e
spille
d
a
grea
t
lo
t
o
f
it
,
boilin
g
hot
,
ove
r
m
y
han
d
an
d
wrist
.
I
t
hur
t
awfully
,
Joe
.
An
d
th
e
dea
r
gir
l
wa
s
s
o
sorry
!
Bu
t
Genera
l
Pinkney
!
-
Joe
,
tha
t
ol
d
ma
n
nearl
y
wen
t
dis

tracted
.
H
e
rushe
d
downstair
s
an
d
sen
t
somebod
y
-
the
y
sai
d
th
e

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furnac
e
ma
n
o
r
somebod
y
i
n
th
e
basemen
t
-
ou
t
t
o
a
dru
g
stor
e
fo
r
som
e
 oi
l
an
d
thing
s
t
o
bin
d
i
t
u
p
with
.
I
t
doesn'
t
hur
t
s
o
muc
h

now.
'
'What'
s
this?
'
aske
d
Joe
,
takin
g
th
e
han
d
tenderl
y
an
d
pullin
g
a
t
som
e
whit
e
strand
s
beneat
h
 th
e
bandages
.
'It'
s
somethin
g
soft,
'
sai
d
Delia
,
'tha
t
ha
d
oi
l
o
n
it
.
Oh
,
Joe
,
di
d
yo
u
sel
l
anothe
r
sketch?
'
Sh
e
ha
d
see
n
th
e
mone
y
o
n
th
e
table
.
'Di
d
I?
'
sai
d
Joe
.
'Jus
t
as
k
th
e
ma
n
fro
m
Peoria
.
H
e
go
t
his
depo
t
to-day
,
an
d
h
e
isn'
t
sur
e
bu
t
h
e
think
s
h
e
want
s
anothe
r
parkscap
e
an
d
a
vie
w
o
n
th
e
Hudson
.
Wha
t
 tim
e
thi
s
afternoo
n

di
d
yo
u
bur
n
you
r
hand
,
Dele?
'
'Fiv
e
o'clock
,
I
think,
'
sai
d
Del
e
plaintively
.
'Th
e
iro
n
-
I
mea
n
th
e
rabbi
t
cam
e
of
f
th
e
fir
e
abou
t
tha
t
time
.
Yo
u
ough
t
t
o
hav
e

see
n
Genera
l
Pinkney
,
Joe
,
whe
n
-
'
'Si
t
dow
n
her
e
a
moment
,
Dele,
'
sai
d
Joe
.
H
e
dre
w
he
r
t
o
th
e
couch
,
sa
t
dow
n
besid
e
he
r
an
d
pu
t
 hi
s
ar
m
acros
s
he
r
shoulders
.
'Wha
t
hav
e
yo
u
bee
n
doin
g
fo
r
th
e
las
t
tw
o
weeks
,
Dele?
'
h
e
asked
.
Sh
e
brave
d
i
t
fo
r
a
momen
t
o
r
tw
o
wit
h
a
n
ey
e
ful
l
 o
f
lov
e
an
d
stubbornness
,
an
d
murmure
d
a
phras
e
o
r
tw
o
vaguel
y
o
f
Genera
l

Pinkney
;
bu
t
a
t
lengt
h
dow
n
wen
t
he
r
hea
d
an
d
ou
t
cam
e
th
e
trut
h

an
d
tears
.
'
I
 couldn'
t
ge
t
an
y
pupils,
'
sh
e
confessed
.
'An
d
I
couldn'
t
bea
r
t
o
hav
e
yo
u
giv
e
u
p
you
r
lessons
;
an
d
I
go
t
a
plac
e
ironin
g
shirt
s
i
n

tha
t
bi
g
Twenty-fourt
h
Stree
t
laundry
.
An
d
I
thin
k
I
di
d
ver
y
wel
l
t
o
mak
e
u
p
bot
h
Genera
l
Pinkne
y
an
d
Clementina
,
don'
t
you
,
Joe
?
An
d
whe
n
a
gir
l
i
n
th
e
laundr
y
se
t
dow
n
a
ho
t
iro
n
o
n
m
y
han
d
thi
s
afternoo
n
I
wa
s
al
l
th
e
wa
y
hom
e
makin
g
u
p
tha
t
stor
y
abou
t
th
e
Wels
h
rabbit
.
You'r
e
no
t
angr
y
ar
e
you
,
Joe
?
An
d
i
f
I
hadn'
t
go
t
th
e
wor
k
yo
u
mightn'
t
hav
e
sol
d
you
r
sketche
s
t
o
tha
t

ma
n
fro
m
Peoria.
'
'H
e
wasn'
t
fro
m
Peoria,
'
sai
d
Jo
e
slowly
.
'Well
,
i
t
doesn'
t
matte
r
wher
e
h
e
wa
s
from
.
Ho
w
cleve
r
yo
u
are
,
Jo
e
-
an
d
-
kis
s
me
,
Jo
e
-
an
d
wha
t
mad
e
yo
u
eve
r
suspec
t
tha
t
I
wasn'
t
givin
g
musi
c
lesson
s
t
o
Clementina?
'
'
I
didn't,
'
sai
d
Joe
,
'unti
l
to-night
.
An
d
I
wouldn'
t
hav
e
then
,
onl
y
I
sen
t
u
p
thi
s
cotto
n
wast
e
an
d
oi
l
fro
m
th
e
engine-roo
m
thi
s
afternoo
n
fo
r
a
gir
l
upstair
s
wh
o
ha
d
he
r
han
d
burne
d
wit
h
a

smoothing-iron
.
I'v
e
bee
n
firin
g
 th
e
engin
e
i
n
tha
t
laundr
y
fo
r
th
e
las
t
tw
o
weeks.
'
'An
d
the
n
yo
u
didn'
t
-
'
'M
y
purchase
r
fro
m
Peoria,
'
sai
d
Joe
,
'an
d
Genera
l
Pinkne
y
ar
e

2
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h
creation
s
o
f
th
e
sam
e
ar
t
-
bu
t
yo
u
wouldn'
t
cal
l
i
t
eithe
r
paintin
g
o
r
music
.
An
d
the
n
the
y
bot
h
laughed
,
an
d
Jo
e
began
:
'Whe
n
on
e
love
s
one'
s
Ar
t
n
o
servic
e
seem
s
-
'
Bu
t
Deli
a
stoppe
d
hi
m
wit
h
he
r
han
d
o
n
hi
s
lips
.
'No,
'
sh
e
sai
d
-
'jus
t
"Whe
n
on
e
loves.
"
'
V
I
The
Coming-out
of
Maggie
EVER
Y
SATURDA
Y
NIGH
T
 th
e
Clove
r
Lea
f
Socia
l
Clu
b
gav
e
a
ho
p
i
n
th
e
hal
l
o
f
th
e
Giv
e
an
d
Tak
e
Athleti
c
Associatio
n
o
n
th
e
Eas
t
Side
.
I
n
orde
r
t
o
atten
d
on
e
o
f
thes
e
dance
s
 yo
u
mus
t
b
e
a
membe
r
o
f
th
e
Giv
e
an
d
Tak
e
-
or
,
i
f
yo
u
belon
g
t
o
th
e
divisio
n
tha
t
start
s
of
f
wit
h
th
e
righ
t
foo
t
i
n
waltzing
,
yo
u
mus
t
wor
k
i
n
Rhinegold'
s
paper-bo
x
factory
.
Still
,
an
y
Clove
r
Lea
f
wa
s
privi

lege
d
t
o
escor
t
o
r
b
e
escorte
d
b
y
a
n
outside
r
t
o
a
singl
e
dance
.
Bu
t
mostl
y
eac
h
Giv
e
an
d
Tak
e
brough
t
th
e
paper-bo
x
gir
l
tha
t
h
e

affected
;
an
d
fe
w
stranger
s
coul
d
boas
t
o
f
havin
g
shake
n
a
foo
t
a
t
th
e
regula
r
hops
.
Maggi
e
Toole
,
o
n
accoun
t
o
f
he
r
dul
l
eyes
,
broa
d
mout
h
 an
d
left-hande
d
styl
e
o
f
footwor
k
i
n
th
e
two-step
,
wen
t
t
o
th
e
dance
s
wit
h
Ann
a
McCart
y
an
d
he
r
'fellow.
'
Ann
a
an
d
Maggi
e
worke
d
sid
e
b
y
sid
e
i
n
th
e
factory
,
an
d
wer
e
th
e
greates
t
chum
s
ever
.
S
o
Ann
a
alway
s
mad
e
Jimm
y
Burn
s
tak
e
he
r
b
y
Maggie'
s
hous
e
ever
y
Saturda
y
nigh
t
s
o
tha
t
he
r
frien
d
coul
d
g
o
t
o
th
e
danc
e
wit
h
them
.
Th
e
Giv
e
an
d
Tak
e
Athleti
c
Associatio
n
live
d
u
p
t
o
it
s
name
.
Th
e
hal
l
o
f
th
e
associatio
n
i
n
Orchar
d
Stree
t
wa
s
fitte
d
ou
t
wit
h
muscle
-

makin
g
inventions
.
Wit
h
th
e
fibre
s
 thu
s
builde
d
u
p
th
e
member
s
wer
e
won
t
t
o
engag
e
th
e
polic
e
an
d
riva
l
socia
l
an
d
athleti
c
organiza
tion
s
i
n
joyou
s
combat
.
Betwee
n
thes
e
mor
e
serious
occupation
s
th
e
Saturda
y
nigh
t
hop
s
wit
h
th
e
paper-bo
x
factor
y
girl
s
cam
e
a
s
a
refin
in
g
influenc
e
an
d
a
s
a
n
efficien
t
screen
.
Fo
r
sometime
s
th
e
ti
p
wen
t
'round
,
an
d
i
f
yo
u
wer
e
amon
g
th
e
elec
t
tha
t
tiptoe
d
 u
p
th
e
dar
k
bac
k
stairwa
y
yo
u
migh
t
se
e
a
s
nea
t
an
d
satisfyin
g
a
littl
e
welter-weigh
t

affai
r
t
o
a
finis
h
a
s
eve
r
happene
d
insid
e
th
e
ropes
.
O
n
Saturday
s
Rhinegold'
s
paper-bo
x
factor
y
 close
d
a
t
3
p.m
.
O
n
on
e
suc
h
afternoo
n
Ann
a
an
d
Maggi
e
walke
d
homewar
d

together
.
A
t
Maggie'
s
doo
r
Ann
a
said
,
a
s
usual
:
'B
e
read
y
a
t
seven
,

sharp
,
Mag
;
an
d
Jimm
y
 an
d
me'l
l
com
e
b
y
fo
r
you.
'

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7
Bu
t
wha
t
wa
s
this
?
Instea
d
o
f
th
e
customar
y
humbl
e
an
d
grate
fu
l
thank
s
fro
m
th
e
non-escorte
d
on
e
 ther
e
wa
s
t
o
b
e
perceive
d
a
high-poise
d
head
,
a
pridefu
l
dimplin
g
a
t
th
e
corner
s
o
f
a
broa
d

mouth
,
an
d
almos
t
a
sparkl
e
i
n
a
dul
l
brow
n
eye
.
'Thanks
,
Anna,
'
sai
d
Maggie
;
'bu
t
yo
u
an
d
Jimm
y
needn'
t
bothe
r
to-night
.
I'v
e
a
gentlema
n
frien
d
that'
s
comin
g
'roun
d
t
o

escor
t
m
e
t
o
th
e
hop.
'
Th
e
comel
y
Ann
a
pounce
d
upo
n
he
r
friend
,
shoo
k
her
,
chide
d
an
d
beseeche
d
her
.
Maggi
e
Tool
e
catc
h
a
fellow
!
Plain
,
dear
,

loyal
,
unattractiv
e
Maggie
,
s
o
swee
t
a
s
a
chum
,
s
o
unsough
t
fo
r
a
two-ste
p
o
r
a
moonli
t
benc
h
i
n
th
e
littl
e
park
.
 Ho
w
wa
s
it
?
Whe
n
di
d
i
t
happen
?
Wh
o
wa
s
it
?
'You'l
l
se
e
to-night,
'
sai
d
Maggie
,
flushe
d
wit
h
th
e
win
e
o
f
th
e
firs
t
grape
s
sh
e
ha
d
gathere
d
i
n
Cupid'
s
vineyard
.
'He'
s
swel
l
al
l
right
.
He'
s
tw
o
inche
s
talle
r
tha
n
Jimmy
,
an
d
a
n
up-to-dat
e

dresser
.
I'l
l
introduc
e
him
,
Anna
,
jus
t
a
s
soo
n
a
s
w
e
ge
t
t
o
th
e
hall.
'
Ann
a
an
d
Jimm
y
wer
e
amon
g
th
e
firs
t
Clove
r
Leaf
s
t
o
arriv
e
tha
t
evening
.
Anna'
s
eye
s
wer
e
brightl
y
fixe
d
upo
n
th
e
doo
r
o
f
th
e
hal
l
t
o
catc
h
th
e
firs
t
glimps
e
o
f
he
r
friend'
s
 'catch.
'
A
t
8.3
0
Mis
s
Tool
e
swep
t
int
o
th
e
hal
l
wit
h
he
r
escort
.
Quickl
y
he
r
triumphan
t
ey
e
discovere
d
he
r
chu
m
unde
r
th
e
win
g
o
f
he
r

faithfu
l
Jimmy
.
'Oh
,
gee!
'
crie
d
 Anna
,
'Ma
g
ain'
t
mad
e
a
hi
t
-
oh
,
no
!
Swel
l
fellow
?
Well
,
I
guess
!
Style
?
Loo
k
a
t
'um.
'
'G
o
a
s
fa
r
a
s
yo
u
like,
'
sai
d
Jimmy
,
wit
h
sandpape
r
i
n
hi
s
voice
.
'Co
p
hi
m
ou
t
i
f
yo
u
wan
t
him
.
Thes
e
ne
w
guy
s
alway
s
wi
n
ou
t
wit
h
th
e
push
.
Don'
t
min
d
me
.
H
e
don'
t
squeez
e
al
l
th
e
limes
,
I
guess
.
Huh!
'
'Shu
t
up
,
 Jimmy
.
Yo
u
kno
w
wha
t
I
mean
.
I'
m
gla
d
fo
r
Mag
.
Firs
t
fello
w
sh
e
eve
r
had
.
Oh
,
her
e
the
y
come.
'
Acros
s
th
e
floo
r
Maggi
e
saile
d
lik
e
a
coquettis
h
yach
t
convoye
d
b
y
a
 statel
y
cruiser
.
An
d
truly
,
he
r
companio
n
justifie
d
th
e
encomium
s
o
f
th
e
faithfu
l
chum
.
H
e
stoo
d
tw
o
inche
s
talle
r
tha
n
th
e
averag
e
Giv
e
an
d
Tak
e
athlete
;
hi
s
dar
k
hai
r
curled
;
hi
s
eye
s
an
d
hi
s
teet
h
flashe
d
wheneve
r
h
e
bestowe
d
hi
s
frequen
t
smiles
.
Th
e
youn
g
me
n
o
f
th
e
Clove
r
Lea
f
Clu
b
pinne
d
no
t
thei
r
fait
h
t
o
th
e
grace
s
o
f
perso
n
a
s
 muc
h
a
s
the
y
di
d
t
o
it
s
prowess
,
it
s

achievement
s
i
n
hand-to-han
d
conflicts
,
an
d
it
s
preservatio
n
fro
m
th
e
lega
l
dures
s
tha
t
constantl
y
menace
d
it
.
Th
e
membe
r
o
f
th
e

associatio
n
wh
o
woul
d
bin
d
a
paper-bo
x
maide
n
t
o
hi
s
conquerin
g

chario
t
scorne
d
t
o
emplo
y
Bea
u
Brumme
l
airs
.
The
y
wer
e
no
t
considere
d
honourabl
e
method
s
o
f
warfare
.
Th
e
swellin
g
biceps
,

2
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Y
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D
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S
th
e
coa
t
strainin
g
a
t
it
s
button
s
ove
r
th
e
chest
,
th
e
ai
r
o
f
consciou
s
convictio
n
o
f
th
e
super-eminenc
e
o
f
th
e
mal
e
i
n
th
e
cosmogon
y
o
f
creation
,
eve
n
a
cal
m
displa
y
o
f
bo
w
leg
s
a
s
subduin
g
an
d
enchant
in
g
agent
s
i
n
th
e
gentl
e
tourney
s
o
f
Cupi
d
-
thes
e
wer
e
th
e
approve
d
arm
s
an
d
ammunitio
n
o
f
th
e
Clove
r
Lea
f
gallants
.
The
y
viewed
,
then
,
th
e
genuflexion
s
an
d
allurin
g
pose
s
o
f
thi
s
visito
r
wit
h
thei
r
chin
s
a
t
a
ne
w
angle
.
'
A
frien
d
o
f
mine
,
Mr
.
Terr
y
O'Sullivan,
'
wa
s
Maggie'
s
formul
a
o
f
introduction
.
Sh
e
le
d
hi
m
aroun
d
th
e
room
,
presentin
g
hi
m
t
o

eac
h
new-arrivin
g
Clove
r
Leaf
.
Almos
t
wa
s
sh
e
prett
y
now
,
wit
h

th
e
uniqu
e
luminosit
y
i
n
he
r
eye
s
tha
t
come
s
t
o
 a
gir
l
wit
h
he
r

firs
t
suito
r
an
d
a
kitte
n
wit
h
it
s
firs
t
mouse
.
'Maggi
e
Toole'
s
go
t
a
fello
w
a
t
last,
'
wa
s
th
e
wor
d
tha
t
wen
t
roun
d
amon
g
th
e
paper-bo
x
girls
.
'Pip
e
Mag'
s
floor-walker
'
-
thu
s
th
e
Giv
e
an
d
Take
s
expresse
d
thei
r
indifferen
t
contempt
.
Usuall
y
a
t
th
e
weekl
y
hop
s
Maggi
e
kep
t
a
spo
t
o
n
th
e
wal
l
war
m
wit
h
he
r
back
.
Sh
e
fel
t
 an
d
showe
d
s
o
muc
h
gratitud
e
wheneve
r
a
self-sacrificin
g
partne
r
invite
d
he
r
t
o
danc
e
tha
t
hi
s
pleasur
e
wa
s
cheapene
d
an
d
diminished
.
Sh
e
ha
d
eve
n
grow
n
use
d
t
o
noticin
g
Ann
a
joggl
e
th
e
 reluctan
t
Jimm
y
wit
h
he
r
elbo
w
a
s
a
signa
l
fo
r
hi
m
t
o
invit
e
he
r
chu
m
t
o
wal
k
ove
r
hi
s
fee
t
throug
h
a
two-step
.
Bu
t
to-nigh
t
th
e
pumpki
n
ha
d
turne
d
t
o
a
coac
h
 an
d
six
.
Terr
y
O'Sulliva
n
wa
s
a
victoriou
s
Princ
e
Charming
,
an
d
Maggi
e
Tool
e
winge
d
he
r
firs
t
butterfl
y
flight
.
An
d
thoug
h
ou
r
trope
s
o
f
fairy
lan
d
b
e
mixe
d
wit
h
thos
e
o
f
entomolog
y
the
y
shal
l
no
t
spil
l
on
e

dro
p
o
f
ambrosi
a
fro
m
th
e
rose-crowne
d
melod
y
o
f
Maggie'
s
on
e

perfec
t
night
.
Th
e
girl
s
besiege
d
he
r
fo
r
introduction
s
t
o
he
r
'fellow.
'
Th
e
Clove
r
Lea
f
 youn
g
men
,
afte
r
tw
o
year
s
o
f
blindness
,
suddenl
y
perceive
d
charm
s
i
n
Mis
s
Toole
.
The
y
flexe
d
thei
r
compellin
g
muscle
s
befor
e
he
r
an
d
bespok
e
he
r
fo
r
th
e
dance
.
Thu
s
sh
e
scored
;
bu
t
t
o
Terr
y
O'Sulliva
n
th
e
honour
s
o
f
th
e
evenin
g
fel
l
thic
k
an
d
fast
.
H
e
shoo
k
hi
s
curls
;
h
e
smile
d
an
d
wen
t
easil
y
throug
h
th
e
seve
n
motion
s
fo
r
acquirin
g
grac
e
i
n
 you
r
ow
n
roo
m
befor
e
a
n
ope
n
windo
w
te
n
minute
s
eac
h
day
.
H
e
dance
d
lik
e
a
faun
;
h
e
introduce
d
manne
r
an
d
styl
e
an
d
atmosphere
;
hi
s
word
s

cam
e
trippingl
y
upo
n
hi
s
tongue
,
an
d
-
h
e
waltze
d
twic
e
i
n
succes

sio
n
wit
h
th
e
paper-bo
x
gir
l
tha
t
Dempse
y
Donova
n
brought
.
Dempse
y
wa
s
th
e
leade
r
o
f
th
e
association
.
H
e
wor
e
a
dres
s
suit
,
an
d
coul
d
 chi
n
th
e
ba
r
twic
e
wit
h
on
e
hand
.
H
e
wa
s
on
e
o
f
'Bi
g
Mike
'
O'Sullivan'
s
lieutenants
,
an
d
wa
s
neve
r
trouble
d
b
y
trouble
.
N
o
co
p
dare
d
t
o
arres
t
him
.
Wheneve
r
h
e
brok
e
a
push-car
t
man'
s

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S
2
9
hea
d
o
r
sho
t
a
membe
r
o
f
th
e
Heinric
k
B
.
Sweene
y
Outin
g
an
d
Literar
y
Associatio
n
i
n
th
e
kneecap
,
a
n
office
r
woul
d
 dro
p
aroun
d

an
d
say
:
'Th
e
Cap'n'
d
lik
e
t
o
se
e
y
e
a
fe
w
minute
s
roun
d
t
o
th
e
offic
e
whi
n
y
e
hav
e
time
,
Dempsey
,
m
e
boy.
'
Bu
t
ther
e
woul
d
b
e
sundr
y
gentleme
n
ther
e
wit
h
larg
e
gol
d
fo
b
chain
s
an
d
blac
k
cigars
;
an
d
somebod
y
woul
d
tel
l
a
funn
y
story
,
an
d
the
n
Dempse
y
woul
d
g
o
bac
k
an
d
wor
k
hal
f
a
n
hou
r
wit
h
th
e
six-poun
d
dumb-bells
.
So
,
doin
g
a
tight-rop
e
ac
t
o
n
a
wir
e

stretche
d
acros
s
Niagar
a
wa
s
a
saf
e
terpsichorea
n
performanc
e
compare
d
wit
h
waltzin
g
twic
e
wit
h
Dempse
y
Donovan'
s
paper
-

bo
x
girl
.
A
t
te
n
o'cloc
k
th
e
joll
y
roun
d
fac
e
o
f
'Bi
g
Mike
'
O'Sulli
va
n
shon
e
a
t
th
e
doo
r
fo
r
fiv
e
minute
s
upo
n
th
e
scene
.
H
e
alway
s
looke
d
i
n
fo
r
fiv
e
minutes
,
smile
d
a
t
th
e
girl
s
an
d
hande
d
ou
t
rea
l
perfecto
s
t
o
th
e
delighte
d
boys
.
Dempse
y
Donova
n
wa
s
a
t
hi
s
elbo
w
instantly
,
talkin
g
rapidly
.
'Bi
g
Mike
'
looke
d
carefull
y
a
t
th
e
dancers
,
smiled
,
shoo
k
hi
s
hea
d
an
d
departed
.
Th
e
musi
c
stopped
.
Th
e
dancer
s
scattere
d
t
o
th
e
chair
s
alon
g
th
e
walls
.
Terr
y
O'Sullivan
,
wit
h
hi
s
entrancin
g
bow
,
relinquishe
d
a
prett
y
gir
l
i
n
blu
e
t
o
he
r
partne
r
an
d
 starte
d
bac
k
t
o
find

Maggie
.
Dempse
y
intercepte
d
hi
m
i
n
th
e
middl
e
o
f
th
e
floor.
Som
e
fine
instinc
t
tha
t
Rom
e
mus
t
hav
e
bequeathe
d
t
o
u
s
cause
d
nearl
y
ever
y
on
e
t
o
tur
n
an
d
loo
k
a
t
the
m
-
ther
e
wa
s
a

subtl
e
feelin
g
tha
t
tw
o
gladiator
s
ha
d
me
t
i
n
th
e
arena
.
Tw
o
o
r

thre
e
Giv
e
an
d
Take
s
wit
h
tigh
t
coat-sleeve
s
dre
w
nearer
.
'On
e
 moment
,
Mr
.
O'Sullivan,
'
sai
d
Dempsey
.
'
I
hop
e
you'r
e
enjoyin
g
yourself
.
Wher
e
di
d
yo
u
sa
y
yo
u
lived
?
Th
e
tw
o
gladiator
s
wer
e
wel
l
matched
.
Dempse
y
had
,
perhaps
,
te
n
pound
s
o
f
weigh
t
t
o
giv
e
away
.
Th
e
O'Sulliva
n
ha
d
breadt
h
wit
h
quickness
.
Dempse
y
ha
d
a
glacia
l
eye
,
a
dominatin
g
sli
t
o
f
a
mouth
,
a
n
indestructibl
e
jaw
,
a
complexio
n
lik
e
a
belle'
s
an
d
th
e
coolnes
s
o
f
a
 champion
.
Th
e
visito
r
showe
d
mor
e
fire
i
n
hi
s
con

temp
t
an
d
les
s
contro
l
ove
r
hi
s
conspicuou
s
sneer
.
The
y
wer
e
ene
mie
s
b
y
th
e
la
w
writte
n
whe
n
th
e
rock
s
wer
e
molten
.
The
y
wer
e
eac
h
to
o
splendid
,
to
o
mighty
,
to
o
incomparabl
e
t
o
divid
e
pre

eminence
.
On
e
onl
y
mus
t
survive
.
'
I
liv
e
o
n
Grand,
'
sai
d
O'Sulliva
n
insolently
;
'an
d
n
o
troubl
e
t
o
find
m
e
a
t
home
.
Wher
e
d
o
yo
u
live?
'
Dempse
y
ignore
d
th
e
question
.
'Yo
u
sa
y
you
r
name'
s
O'Sullivan,
'
h
e
wen
t
on
.
'Well
,
"Bi
g
Mike
"
say
s
h
e
neve
r
sa
w
yo
u
before.
'

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S
'Lot
s
o
f
thing
s
h
e
neve
r
saw,
'
sai
d
th
e
favourit
e
o
f
th
e
hop
.
'A
s
a
rule,
'
wen
t
o
n
Dempsey
,
huskil
y
sweet
,
'O'Sullivan
s
i
n
thi
s
distric
t
kno
w
on
e
 another
.
Yo
u
escorte
d
on
e
o
f
ou
r
lad
y
member
s
here
,
an
d
w
e
wan
t
a
chanc
e
t
o
mak
e
good
.
I
f
you'v
e
go
t
a
famil
y
tre
e
let'
s
se
e
a
fe
w
historica
l
O'Sulliva
n
bud
s
com
e
 ou
t
o
n
it
.
O
r
d
o
yo
u
wan
t
u
s
t
o
di
g
i
t
ou
t
o
f
yo
u
b
y
th
e
roots?
'
'Suppos
e
yo
u
min
d
you
r
ow
n
business,
'
suggeste
d
O'Sulliva
n
blandly
.
Dempsey'
s
eye
s
brightened
.
H
e
hel
d
u
p
a
n
inspire
d
forefinge
r
a
s
thoug
h
a
brillian
t
ide
a
ha
d
struc
k
him
.
'I'v
e
go
t
i
t
now,
'
h
e
sai
d
cordially
.
'I
t
wa
s
jus
t
a
littl
e
mistake
.
Yo
u
ain'
t
n
o
O'Sullivan
.
 Yo
u
ar
e
a
ring-taile
d
monkey
.
Excus
e
u
s
fo
r
no
t
recognizin
g
yo
u
a
t
first.
'
O'Sullivan'
s
ey
e
flashed
.
H
e
mad
e
a
quic
k
movement
,
bu
t
And
y
Geogha
n
wa
s
read
y
an
d
caugh
t
hi
s
arm
.
Dempse
y
nodde
d
a
t
And
y
an
d
Willia
m
McMahan
,
th
e
secretar
y
o
f
th
e
club
,
an
d
walke
d
rapidl
y
towar
d
a
doo
r
a
t
th
e
rea
r
o
f
th
e
hall
.
Tw
o
othe
r
member
s
o
f
th
e
Giv
e
an
d
Tak
e
Associatio
n
swiftl
y
joine
d
th
e
littl
e
group
.
Terr
y
O'Sulliva
n
wa
s
no
w
i
n
th
e
hand
s
o
f
th
e
Boar
d

o
f
Rule
s
an
d
Socia
l
Referees
.
The
y
spok
e
t
o
hi
m
briefl
y
an
d
softly
,

an
d
conducte
d
hi
m
ou
t
throug
h
th
e
sam
e
doo
r
a
t
th
e
rear
.
Thi
s
movemen
t
o
n
th
e
par
t
o
f
th
e
Clove
r
Lea
f
member
s
require
s
a
wor
d
o
f
elucidation
.
Bac
k
o
f
th
e
 associatio
n
hal
l
wa
s
a
smalle
r
roo
m
rente
d
b
y
th
e
club
.
I
n
thi
s
roo
m
persona
l
difficultie
s

tha
t
aros
e
o
n
th
e
ballroo
m
floo
r
wer
e
settled
,
ma
n
t
o
man
,
wit
h

th
e
weapon
s
 o
f
nature
,
unde
r
th
e
supervisio
n
o
f
th
e
Board
.
N
o
lad
y
coul
d
sa
y
tha
t
sh
e
ha
d
witnesse
d
a
figh
t
a
t
a
Clove
r
Lea
f
ho
p

i
n
severa
l
years
.
It
s
gentleme
n
member
s
guarantee
d
 that
.
S
o
easil
y
an
d
smoothl
y
ha
d
Dempse
y
an
d
th
e
Boar
d
don
e
thei
r
preliminar
y
wor
k
tha
t
man
y
i
n
th
e
hal
l
ha
d
no
t
notice
d
th
e
check

in
g
o
f
th
e
fascinatin
g
O'Sullivan'
s
socia
l
triumph
.
Amon
g
thes
e
wa
s
Maggie
.
Sh
e
looke
d
abou
t
fo
r
he
r
escort
.
'Smok
e
up!
'
sai
d
Ros
e
Cassidy
.
'Wasn'
t
yo
u
on
?
Demp
s
Dono
va
n
picke
d
a
scra
p
wit
h
you
r
Lizzie-boy
,
an
d
they'v
e
 waltze
d
ou
t
t
o
th
e
slaughter-roo
m
wit
h
him
.
How'
s
m
y
hai
r
loo
k
don
e
u
p
thi
s
way
,
Mag?
'
Maggi
e
lai
d
a
han
d
o
n
th
e
boso
m
o
f
he
r
cheeseclot
h
waist
.
'Gon
e
t
o
figh
t
 wit
h
Dempsey!
'
sh
e
sai
d
breathlessly
.
'They'v
e
go
t
t
o
b
e
stopped
.
Dempse
y
Donova
n
can'
t
figh
t
him
.
Why
,
he'l
l
-
he'l
l
kil
l
him!
'
'Ah
,
wha
t
d
o
yo
u
care?
'
sai
d
Rosa
.
'Don'
t
som
e
 o
f
'e
m
figh
t
ever
y
hop?
'

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Bu
t
Maggi
e
wa
s
off
,
dartin
g
he
r
zigza
g
wa
y
throug
h
th
e
maz
e
o
f
dancers
.
Sh
e
burs
t
throug
h
the
rea
r
 doo
r
int
o
th
e
dar
k
hal
l
an
d
the
n
thre
w
he
r
soli
d
shoulde
r
agains
t
th
e
doo
r
o
f
th
e
roo
m
o
f
singl
e
combat
.
I
t
gav
e
way
,
an
d
i
n
th
e
instan
t
tha
t
sh
e
entere
d
he
r
ey
e
caugh
t
th
e
scen
e
-
th
e
Boar
d
standin
g
abou
t
wit
h
ope
n
watches
;
Dempse
y
Donova
n
i
n
hi
s
shirt-sleeve
s
dancing
,
light
-
footed
,
wit
h
th
e
war
y
grac
e
o
f
th
e
moder
n
pugilist
,
withi
n
eas
y

reac
h
o
f
hi
s
adversary
;
Terr
y
O'Sulliva
n
standin
g
wit
h
ar
m
folde
d

an
d
a
murderou
s
loo
k
i
n
hi
s
dar
k
eyes
.
An
d
withou
t
slackin
g
th
e
spee
d
o
f
he
r
entranc
e
sh
e
leape
d
forwar
d
wit
h
a
screa
m
-
leape
d
i
n

tim
e
t
o
catc
h
an
d
han
g
upo
n
th
e
ar
m
o
f
O'Sulliva
n
tha
t
wa
s
sud
denl
y
uplifted
,
an
d
t
o
whis
k
fro
m
i
t
th
e
long
,
brigh
t
 stilett
o
tha
t
h
e
ha
d
draw
n
fro
m
hi
s
bosom
.
Th
e
knif
e
fel
l
an
d
ran
g
upo
n
th
e
floor
.
Col
d
stee
l
draw
n
i
n
th
e
room
s
o
f
th
e
Giv
e
an
d
Tak
e
Association
!
Suc
h
a
 thin
g
ha
d
neve
r

happene
d
before
.
Ever
y
on
e
stoo
d
motionles
s
fo
r
a
minute
.
And
y
Geogha
n
kicke
d
th
e
stilett
o
wit
h
th
e
to
e
o
f
hi
s
sho
e
curiously
,
lik
e
a
n
antiquaria
n
wh
o
ha
s
com
e
upo
n
som
e
ancien
t
weapo
n
unknow
n
t
o
hi
s
learning
.
An
d
the
n
O'Sulliva
n
hisse
d
somethin
g
unintelligibl
e
betwee
n
hi
s
teeth
.
Dempse
y
an
d
th
e
Boar
d
exchange
d
looks
.
An
d
the
n
Dempse
y
looke
d
a
t
O'Sulliva
n
 withou
t
ange
r
a
s
on
e
look
s
a
t
a

stra
y
dog
,
an
d
nodde
d
hi
s
hea
d
i
n
th
e
directio
n
o
f
th
e
door
.
'Th
e
bac
k
stairs
,
Giuseppi,
'
h
e
sai
d
briefly
.
'Somebody'l
l
pitc
h
you
r
ha
t
dow
n
afte
r
you.
'
Maggi
e
walke
d
u
p
t
o
Dempse
y
Donovan
.
Ther
e
wa
s
a
brillian
t
spo
t
o
f
re
d
i
n
he
r
cheeks
,
dow
n
whic
h
slo
w
tear
s
wer
e
running
.
Bu
t
sh
e
looke
d
hi
m
bravel
y
i
n
th
e
eye
.
'
I
kne
w
it
,
Dempsey,
'
sh
e
said
,
a
s
he
r
eye
s
gre
w
dul
l
eve
n
i
n
thei
r
tears
.
'
I
kne
w
h
e
wa
s
a
Guinea
.
Hi
s
name'
s
Ton
y
Spinelli
.
I
hurrie
d
 i
n
whe
n
the
y
tol
d
m
e
yo
u
an
d
hi
m
wa
s
scrappin'
.
The
m
Guinea
s
alway
s
carrie
s
knives
.
Bu
t
yo
u
don'
t
understand
,

Dempsey
.
I
neve
r
ha
d
a
fello
w
i
n
m
y
life
.
I
go
t
tire
d
o
f
comin
'
wit
h
Ann
a
an
d
Jimm
y
ever
y
night
,
s
o
I
fixe
d
i
t
wit
h
hi
m
t
o
cal
l

himsel
f
O'Sullivan
,
an
d
brough
t
hi
m
along
.
I
kne
w
there'
d
b
e

nothin
'
doin
'
fo
r
 hi
m
i
f
h
e
cam
e
a
s
a
Dago
.
I
gues
s
I'l
l
resig
n
fro
m
th
e
clu
b
now.
'
Dempse
y
turne
d
t
o
And
y
Geoghan
.
'Chuc
k
tha
t
chees
e
slice
r
ou
t
o
f
th
e
window,
'
h
e
said
,
'an
d
tel
l
'e
m
insid
e
tha
t
Mr
.
O'Sulliva
n
ha
s
ha
d
a
telephon
e
messag
e
t
o
g
o
dow
n
t
o
Tamman
y
Hall.
'
An
d
the
n
h
e
turne
d
bac
k
t
o
Maggie
.

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'Say
,
Mag,
'
h
e
said
,
'I'l
l
se
e
yo
u
home
.
An
d
ho
w
abou
t
nex
t
Sat
urda
y
night
?
Wil
l
yo
u
com
e
t
o
th
e
ho
p
wit
h
m
e
i
f
I
cal
l
aroun
d
fo
r
you?
'
I
t
wa
s
remarkabl
e
ho
w
quickl
y
Maggie'
s
eye
s
coul
d
chang
e
fro
m
dul
l
t
o
a
shinin
g
brown
.
'Wit
h
you
,
Dempsey?
'
sh
e
stammered
.
'Sa
y
-
wil
l
a
duc
k
swim?
'
VII
The
Cop
and
the
Anthem
O
N
HI
S
 BENC
H
I
N
MADISO
N
SQUAR
E
Soap
y
move
d
uneasily
.
Whe
n
wil
d
goos
e
hon
k
hig
h
o
f
nights
,
an
d
whe
n
wome
n
withou
t
sealski
n
coat
s
gro
w
kin
d
t
o
thei
r
husbands
,
an
d
whe
n
Soap
y
move
s
uneasil
y
o
n
hi
s
benc
h
i
n
th
e
park
,
yo
u
ma
y
kno
w
tha
t
winte
r
i
s
nea
r
a
t
hand
.
A
dea
d
lea
f
fel
l
i
n
Soapy'
s
lap
.
Tha
t
wa
s
Jac
k
Frost'
s
card
.
Jac
k
i
s
kin
d
t
o
th
e
regula
r
denizen
s
o
f
Madiso
n
Square
,
an
d
give
s
fai
r

warnin
g
o
f
hi
s
annua
l
call
.
A
t
th
e
corner
s
o
f
fou
r
street
s
h
e
hand
s

hi
s
pasteboar
d
t
o
th
e
Nort
h
 Wind
,
footma
n
o
f
th
e
mansio
n
o
f
Al
l
Outdoors
,
s
o
tha
t
th
e
inhabitant
s
thereo
f
ma
y
mak
e
ready
.
Soapy'
s
min
d
becam
e
cognizan
t
o
f
th
e
fac
t
tha
t
th
e
tim
e
ha
d
com
e
fo
r
hi
m
t
o
resolv
e
himsel
f
int
o
a
singula
r
Committe
e
o
f
Way
s

an
d
Mean
s
t
o
provid
e
agains
t
th
e
comin
g
rigour
.
An
d
therefor
e
h
e
move
d
uneasil
y
o
n
hi
s
bench
.
Th
e
hibernatoria
l
ambition
s
o
f
 Soap
y
wer
e
no
t
o
f
th
e
highest
.
I
n
the
m
wer
e
n
o
consideration
s
o
f
Mediterranea
n
cruises
,
o
f
soporifi
c
Souther
n
skie
s
o
r
driftin
g
i
n
th
e
Vesuvia
n
Bay
.
Thre
e

month
s
o
n
th
e
Islan
d
 wa
s
wha
t
hi
s
sou
l
craved
.
Thre
e
month
s
o
f

assure
d
boar
d
an
d
be
d
an
d
congenia
l
company
,
saf
e
fro
m
Borea
s

an
d
bluecoats
,
seeme
d
t
o
Soap
y
th
e
essenc
e
o
f
thing
s
desirable
.
Fo
r
year
s
th
e
hospitabl
e
Blackwell'
s
ha
d
bee
n
hi
s
winte
r
quar
ters
.
Jus
t
a
s
hi
s
mor
e
fortunat
e
fello
w
Ne
w
Yorker
s
ha
d
bough
t
thei
r
ticket
s
t
o
Pal
m
Beac
h
an
d
th
e
Rivier
a
eac
h
winter
,
s
o
Soap
y
ha
d
mad
e
hi
s
humbl
e
arrangement
s
fo
r
hi
s
annua
l
hegir
a
t
o
th
e
Island
.
An
d
no
w
th
e
tim
e
wa
s
come
.
O
n
th
e
previou
s
nigh
t
thre
e
Sabbat
h
newspapers
,
distribute
d
beneat
h
 hi
s
coat
,
abou
t
hi
s
ankle
s
an
d
ove
r
hi
s
lap
,
ha
d
faile
d
t
o
repuls
e
th
e
col
d
a
s
h
e
slep
t
o
n
hi
s
benc
h
nea
r
th
e
spurtin
g
fountai
n
i
n
th
e
ancien
t
square
.
S
o
th
e
Islan
d
loome
d
larg
e
an
d
timel
y
i
n
Soapy'
s
mind
.
H
e
scorne
d
th
e
provision
s
mad
e
i
n
th
e
nam
e
o
f
charit
y
fo
r
th
e
city'
s
dependents
.

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3
I
n
Soapy'
s
opinio
n
th
e
La
w
wa
s
mor
e
benig
n
tha
n
Philanthropy
.
Ther
e
wa
s
a
n
endles
s
roun
d
o
f
institutions
,
municipa
l
an
d
eleemosynary
,
o
n
whic
h
h
e
migh
t
se
t
ou
t
an
d
receiv
e
lodgin
g
an
d
foo
d
accordan
t
wit
h
th
e
simpl
e
life
.
Bu
t
t
o
on
e
o
f
Soapy'
s
prou
d
spiri
t
th
e
gift
s
o
f
charit
y
ar
e
encumbered
.
I
f
no
t
i
n
coi
n
yo
u
mus
t
pa
y
i
n
humiliatio
n
 o
f
spiri
t
fo
r
ever
y
benefi
t
receive
d
a
t
th
e
hand
s

o
f
philanthropy
.
A
s
Caesa
r
ha
d
hi
s
Brutus
,
ever
y
be
d
o
f
charit
y

mus
t
hav
e
it
s
tol
l
o
f
a
bath
,
ever
y
loa
f
 o
f
brea
d
it
s
compensatio
n
o
f
a
privat
e
an
d
persona
l
inquisition
.
Wherefor
e
i
t
i
s
bette
r
t
o
b
e
a

gues
t
o
f
th
e
law
,
which
,
thoug
h
conducte
d
b
y
rules
,
doe
s
no
t

meddl
e
undul
y
wit
h
a
gentleman'
s
privat
e
affairs
.
Soapy
,
havin
g
decide
d
t
o
g
o
t
o
th
e
Island
,
a
t
onc
e
se
t
abou
t
accomplishin
g
hi
s
desire
.
Ther
e
wer
e
man
y
eas
y
way
s
o
f
doin
g

this
.
Th
e
 pleasantes
t
wa
s
t
o
din
e
luxuriousl
y
a
t
som
e
expensiv
e

restaurant
;
an
d
then
,
afte
r
declarin
g
insolvency
,
b
e
hande
d
ove
r

quietl
y
an
d
withou
t
uproa
r
t
o
a
policeman
.
A
n
accommodatin
g

magistrat
e
woul
d
d
o
th
e
rest
.
Soap
y
lef
t
hi
s
benc
h
an
d
strolle
d
ou
t
o
f
th
e
squar
e
an
d
acros
s
th
e
leve
l
se
a
o
f
asphalt
,
wher
e
Broadwa
y
an
d
Fift
h
Avenu
e
flo
w

together
,
U
p
Broadwa
y
h
e
turned
,
an
d
halte
d
a
t
a
glitterin
g
café
,
wher
e
ar
e
gathere
d
togethe
r
nightl
y
th
e
choices
t
product
s
o
f
th
e
grape
,
th
e
silkwor
m
an
d
th
e
protoplasm
.
Soap
y
ha
d
confidenc
e
i
n
himsel
f
from
th
e
 lowes
t
butto
n
o
f
hi
s
ves
t
upward
.
H
e
wa
s
shaven
,
an
d
hi
s
coa
t
wa
s
decen
t
an
d
hi
s
nea
t
black
,
ready-tie
d
four-in-han
d
ha
d
bee
n
presente
d
t
o
hi
m
b
y
a
lad
y
mis
sionar
y
o
n
Thanksgivin
g
Day
.
I
f
h
e
coul
d
reac
h
a
tabl
e
i
n
th
e
restau
ran
t
unsuspecte
d
succes
s
woul
d
b
e
his
.
Th
e
portio
n
o
f
hi
m
tha
t

woul
d
sho
w
abov
e
th
e
tabl
e
woul
d
rais
e
n
o
doub
t
i
n
th
e
waiter'
s
mind
.
A
roaste
d
mallar
d
duck
,
though
t
Soapy
,
woul
d
b
e
abou
t
th
e
thin
g
-
wit
h
a
bottl
e
o
f
Chablis
,
an
d
the
n
Camembert
,
a
demi-tass
e
an
d
a
cigar
.
On
e
dolla
r
fo
r
th
e
ciga
r
woul
d
b
e
enough
.
Th
e
tota
l

woul
d
no
t
b
e
s
o
hig
h
a
s
t
o
cal
l
fort
h
an
y
suprem
e
manifestatio
n
o
f

reveng
e
from
th
e
caf
é
management
;
an
d
ye
t
th
e
mea
t
woul
d
leav
e
hi
m
filled
an
d
happ
y
fo
r
th
e
journe
y
t
o
hi
s
winte
r
refuge
.
Bu
t
a
s
Soap
y
se
t
foo
t
insid
e
th
e
restauran
t
doo
r
th
e
hea
d
waiter'
s
ey
e
fel
l
upo
n
hi
s
frayed
trouser
s
an
d
decaden
t
shoes
.
Stron
g
an
d
read
y
hand
s
turne
d
hi
m
abou
t
an
d
conveye
d
hi
m
i
n
silenc
e
an
d
hast
e
t
o
th
e
sidewal
k
an
d
averte
d
th
e
ignobl
e
fat
e
o
f

th
e
 menace
d
mallard
.
Soap
y
turne
d
of
f
Broadway
.
I
t
seeme
d
tha
t
hi
s
rout
e
t
o
th
e
cov
ete
d
Islan
d
wa
s
no
t
t
o
b
e
a
n
epicurea
n
one
.
Som
e
othe
r
wa
y
o
f
enterin
g
limb
o
mus
t
 b
e
though
t
of
.

3
4
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D
STORIE
S
A
t
a
corne
r
o
f
Sixt
h
Avenu
e
electri
c
light
s
an
d
cunningl
y
dis
playe
d
ware
s
behin
d
plate-glas
s
mad
e
a
sho
p
windo
w
conspicuous
.
Soap
y
 too
k
a
cobbleston
e
an
d
dashe
d
i
t
throug
h
th
e
glass
.
Peopl
e
cam
e
runnin
g
roun
d
th
e
corner
,
a
policema
n
i
n
th
e
lead
.
Soap
y
stoo
d
still
,
wit
h
hi
s
hand
s
i
n
hi
s
pockets
,
an
d
smile
d
a
t
th
e
sigh
t
o
f

bras
s
buttons
.
'Where'
s
th
e
ma
n
tha
t
don
e
that?
'
inquire
d
th
e
office
r
excitedly
.
'Don'
t
yo
u
figur
e
ou
t
tha
t
I
migh
t
hav
e
ha
d
somethin
g
t
o
d
o
wit
h
 it?
'
sai
d
Soapy
,
no
t
withou
t
sarcasm
,
bu
t
friendly
,
a
s
on
e
greet
s
goo
d
fortune
.
Th
e
policeman'
s
min
d
refuse
d
t
o
accep
t
Soap
y
eve
n
a
s
a
clue
.
Me
n
wh
o
smas
h
window
s
d
o
no
t
 remai
n
t
o
parle
y
wit
h
th
e
law'
s
minions
.
The
y
tak
e
t
o
thei
r
heels
.
Th
e
policema
n
sa
w
a
ma
n
half
wa
y
dow
n
th
e
bloc
k
runnin
g
t
o
catc
h
a
car
.
Wit
h
draw
n
clu
b
h
e
joine
d
i
n
th
e
pursuit
.
Soapy
,
wit
h
disgus
t
i
n
hi
s
heart
,
loafe
d
along
,
twic
e
unsuccessful
.
O
n
th
e
opposit
e
sid
e
o
f
th
e
stree
t
wa
s
a
restauran
t
o
f
n
o
grea
t
pretensions
.
I
t
catere
d
t
o
larg
e
appetite
s
an
d
modes
t
purses
.
It
s
crocker
y
an
d
atmospher
e
wer
e
thick
;
it
s
sou
p
an
d
naper
y
thin
.
Int
o
thi
s
plac
e
Soap
y
too
k
hi
s
accusiv
e
shoe
s
an
d
tell-tal
e
trouser
s

withou
t
challenge
.
A
t
a
tabl
e
h
e
sa
t
an
d
consume
d
beefsteak
,
flap

jacks
,
doughnut
s
an
d
pie
.
An
d
the
n
t
o
th
e
waite
r
h
e
betraye
d
th
e
fac
t
tha
t
th
e
minutes
t
coi
n
an
d
himsel
f
wer
e
strangers
.
'Now
,
ge
t
bus
y
an
d
cal
l
a
cop,
'
sai
d
Soapy
.
'An
d
don'
t
kee
p
a
gentlema
n
waiting.
'
'N
o
co
p
fo
r
youse,
'
sai
d
th
e
waiter
,
wit
h
a
voic
e
lik
e
butte
r
cake
s
an
d
a
n
ey
e
lik
e
th
e
cherr
y
i
n
a
Manhatta
n
cocktail
.
'Hey
,
Con!
'
Neatl
y
upo
n
hi
s
lef
t
ea
r
o
n
th
e
callou
s
pavemen
t
tw
o
waiter
s
pitche
d
Soapy
.
H
e
arose
,
join
t
b
y
joint
,
a
s
a
 carpenter'
s
rul
e
opens
,

an
d
bea
t
th
e
dus
t
fro
m
hi
s
clothes
.
Arres
t
seeme
d
bu
t
a
ros
y
dream
.
Th
e
Islan
d
seeme
d
ver
y
fa
r
away
.
A
policema
n
wh
o
stoo
d
befor
e
a
dru
g
stor
e
tw
o
door
s
awa
y
laughe
d
an
d
walke
d
dow
n
th
e

street
.
Fiv
e
block
s
Soap
y
travelle
d
befor
e
hi
s
courag
e
permitte
d
hi
m
t
o
wo
o
captur
e
again
.
Thi
s
tim
e
th
e
opportunit
y
presente
d
wha
t
h
e
fatuousl
y
terme
d
t
o
himsel
f
a
'cinch.
'
A
youn
g
woma
n
o
f
a
modes
t

an
d
pleasin
g
guis
e
wa
s
standin
g
befor
e
a
sho
w
windo
w
gazin
g
wit
h
sprightl
y
interes
t
a
t
it
s
displa
y
o
f
shavin
g
mug
s
an
d
inkstands
,
an
d
tw
o
yard
s
fro
m
th
e
windo
w
a
larg
e
policema
n
o
f
sever
e

demeanou
r
leane
d
agains
t
a
water-plug
.
I
t
wa
s
Soapy'
s
desig
n
t
o
assum
e
th
e
rol
e
o
f
th
e
despicabl
e
an
d
execrate
d
'masher.
'
Th
e
refine
d
an
d
elegan
t
appearanc
e
o
f
hi
s

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STORIE
S
3
5
victi
m
an
d
th
e
contiguit
y
o
f
th
e
conscientiou
s
co
p
encourage
d
hi
m
t
o
believ
e
tha
t
h
e
 woul
d
soo
n
fee
l
th
e
pleasan
t
officia
l
clutc
h
upo
n
hi
s
ar
m
tha
t
woul
d
ensur
e
hi
s
winte
r
quarter
s
o
n
th
e
righ
t
little
,
tigh
t
littl
e
isle
.
Soap
y
straightene
d
th
e
lad
y
missionary'
s
ready-mad
e
tie
,
dragge
d
hi
s
shrinkin
g
cuff
s
int
o
th
e
open
,
se
t
hi
s
ha
t
a
t
a
killin
g

can
t
an
d
sidle
d
towar
d
th
e
youn
g
woman
.
H
e
mad
e
eye
s
a
t
her
,
wa
s
take
n
wit
h
sudde
n
 cough
s
an
d
'hems,
'
smiled
,
smirke
d
an
d
wen
t
brazenl
y
throug
h
th
e
impuden
t
an
d
contemptibl
e
litan
y
o
f
th
e
'masher.
'
Wit
h
hal
f
a
n
ey
e
Soap
y
sa
w
tha
t
th
e
policema
n
wa
s
watchin
g
hi
m
fixedly.
 Th
e
youn
g
woma
n
move
d
awa
y
a
fe
w
steps
,
an
d
agai
n
bestowe
d
he
r
absorbe
d
attentio
n
upo
n
th
e
shavin
g
mugs
.
Soap
y
followed
,
boldl
y
steppin
g
t
o
he
r
side
,
raise
d
hi
s
ha
t
an
d
said
:
'A
h
there
,
Bedelia
!
Don'
t
yo
u
wan
t
t
o
com
e
an
d
pla
y
i
n
m
y
yard?
'
Th
e
policema
n
wa
s
stil
l
looking
.
Th
e
persecute
d
youn
g
woma
n
ha
d
bu
t
t
o
becko
n
a
finger
an
d
Soap
y
woul
d
b
e
practicall
y
en
route

fo
r
hi
s
insula
r
haven
.
Alread
y
h
e
imagine
d
h
e
coul
d
fee
l
th
e
cos
y
warmt
h
o
f
th
e
station-house
.
Th
e
youn
g
woma
n
face
d
hi
m
and
,
stretchin
g
ou
t
a
hand
,
 caugh
t
Soapy'
s
coat-sleeve
.
'Sure
,
Mike,
'
sh
e
sai
d
joyfully
,
'i
f
you'l
l
blo
w
m
e
t
o
a
pai
l
o
f
suds
.
I'
d
hav
e
spok
e
t
o
yo
u
sooner
,
bu
t
th
e
co
p
wa
s
watching.
'
Wit
h
th
e
 youn
g
woma
n
playin
g
th
e
clingin
g
iv
y
t
o
hi
s
oa
k
Soap
y
walke
d
pas
t
th
e
policeman
,
overcom
e
wit
h
gloom
.
H
e
seeme
d
doome
d
t
o
liberty
.
A
t
th
e
nex
t
corne
r
h
e
shoo
k
of
f
hi
s
companio
n
an
d
ran
.
H
e
halte
d
i
n
th
e
distric
t
wher
e
b
y
nigh
t
ar
e
foun
d
th
e
lightes
t
streets
,
hearts
,
vow
s
an
d
librettos
.
Wome
n
i
n
fur
s
an
d
me
n
i
n
greatcoat
s

move
d
gail
y
i
n
th
e
wintr
y
air
.
A
sudde
n
fea
r
seize
d
Soap
y
that
som
e
dreadfu
l
enchantmen
t
ha
d
rendere
d
hi
m
immun
e
t
o
arrest
.
Th
e
though
t
brough
t
a
littl
e
o
f
pani
c
upo
n
it
,
an
d
whe
n
h
e
cam
e
upo
n
anothe
r
policema
n
loungin
g
grandl
y
i
n
fron
t
o
f
a
transplenden
t
theatr
e
h
e
caugh
t
a
t
th
e
immediat
e
stra
w
o
f
'disorderl
y
conduct.
'
O
n
th
e
sidewal
k
Soap
y
bega
n
t
o
yel
l
drunke
n
gibberis
h
a
t
th
e
to
p
o
f
hi
s
hars
h
voice
.
H
e
danced
,
howled
,
rave
d
an
d
otherwis
e

disturbe
d
th
e
welkin
.
Th
e
policema
n
twirle
d
hi
s
club
,
turne
d
hi
s
bac
k
t
o
Soap
y
an
d
remarke
d
t
o
a
citizen
:
'
'Ti
s
on
e
o
f
the
m
Yal
e
lad
s
celebratin
'
th
e
goos
e
eg
g
the
y
giv
e
t
o
th
e
Hartfor
d
College
.
Noisy
;
bu
t
n
o
harm
.
We'v
e
instruction
s

t
o
lav
e
the
m
be.
'
3
6
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Y
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0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
Disconsolate
,
Soap
y
cease
d
hi
s
unavailin
g
racket
.
Woul
d
neve
r
a
policema
n
la
y
hand
s
o
n
him
?
I
n
hi
s
fanc
y
th
e
Islan
d
seeme
d
a
n
unattainabl
e
Arcadia
.
H
e
buttone
d
hi
s
thi
n
coa
t
agains
t
th
e
chillin
g

wind
.
I
n
a
ciga
r
stor
e
h
e
sa
w
a
well-dresse
d
ma
n
lightin
g
a
ciga
r
a
t
a
swingin
g
light
.
Hi
s
sil
k
umbrell
a
h
e
ha
d
se
t
b
y
th
e
doo
r
o
n
enter

ing
.
Soap
y
steppe
d
inside
,
secure
d
th
e
umbrell
a
an
d
sauntere
d
of
f
wit
h
i
t
slowly
.
Th
e
ma
n
a
t
th
e
ciga
r
ligh
t
followe
d
hastily
.
'M
y
umbrella,
'
h
e
sai
d
 sternly
.
'Oh
,
i
s
it?
'
sneere
d
Soapy
,
addin
g
insul
t
t
o
peti
t
larceny
.
'Well
,
wh
y
don'
t
yo
u
cal
l
a
policeman
?
I
too
k
it
.
You
r
umbrella
!
Wh
y
don'
t
yo
u
cal
l
a
cop
?
Ther
e
stand
s
 on
e
a
t
th
e
corner.
'
Th
e
umbrell
a
owne
r
slowe
d
hi
s
steps
.
Soap
y
di
d
likewise
,
wit
h
a
presentimen
t
tha
t
luc
k
woul
d
agai
n
ru
n
agains
t
him
.
Th
e
policema
n
looke
d
a
t
th
e
tw
o
curiously
.
'O
f
course,
'
sai
d
th
e
umbrell
a
ma
n
-
'tha
t
i
s
-
well
,
yo
u
kno
w
ho
w
thes
e
mistake
s
occu
r
-
I
-
i
f
it'
s
you
r
umbrell
a
I
hop
e
you'l
l
excus
e
m
e
-
I
picke
d
i
t
u
p
thi
s
mornin
g
i
n
a
restauran
t
-
I
f
yo
u

recogniz
e
i
t
a
s
yours
,
wh
y
-
I
hop
e
you'l
l
-
'
'O
f
cours
e
it'
s
mine,
'
sai
d
Soap
y
viciously
.
Th
e
ex-umbrell
a
ma
n
retreated
.
Th
e
policema
n
hurrie
d
t
o
assis
t
a
tal
l
blond
e
i
n
a
n
oper
a
cloa
k
acros
s
th
e
stree
t
i
n
fron
t
o
f
a
stree
t

ca
r
tha
t
wa
s
approachin
g
tw
o
block
s
away
.
Soap
y
walke
d
eastwar
d
throug
h
a
 stree
t
damage
d
b
y
improve
ments
.
H
e
hurle
d
th
e
umbrell
a
wrathfull
y
int
o
a
n
excavation
.
H
e

muttere
d
agains
t
th
e
me
n
wh
o
wea
r
helmet
s
an
d
carr
y
clubs
.

Becaus
e
h
e
wante
d
t
o
fal
l
 int
o
thei
r
clutches
,
the
y
seeme
d
t
o

regar
d
hi
m
a
s
a
kin
g
wh
o
coul
d
d
o
n
o
wrong
.
A
t
lengt
h
Soap
y
reache
d
on
e
o
f
th
e
avenue
s
t
o
th
e
eas
t
wher
e
th
e
glitte
r
an
d
turmoi
l
wa
s
bu
t
faint
.
H
e
se
t
hi
s
fac
e
dow
n
thi
s

towar
d
Madiso
n
Square
,
fo
r
th
e
homin
g
instinc
t
survive
s
eve
n
whe
n
th
e
hom
e
i
s
a
par
k
bench
.
Bu
t
o
n
 a
n
unusuall
y
quie
t
corne
r
Soap
y
cam
e
t
o
a
standstill
.
Her
e
wa
s
a
n
ol
d
church
,
quain
t
an
d
ramblin
g
an
d
gabled
.
Throug
h
on
e
violet-staine
d
windo
w
a
sof
t
ligh
t
glowed
,
where
,
n
o
doubt
,
th
e
organis
t
loitere
d
ove
r
th
e
keys
,
makin
g
sur
e
o
f
hi
s
mas
ter
y
o
f
th
e
comin
g
Sabbat
h
anthem
.
Fo
r
ther
e
drifte
d
ou
t
t
o
Soapy'
s
ear
s
swee
t
musi
c
tha
t
caugh
t
an
d
hel
d
hi
m
transfixe
d

agains
t
th
e
convolution
s
o
f
th
e
iro
n
fence
.
Th
e
moo
n
wa
s
above
,
lustrou
s
an
d
serene
;
vehicle
s
an
d
pedes
trian
s
wer
e
few
;
sparrow
s
twittere
d
sleepil
y
i
n
th
e
eave
s
-
fo
r
a
littl
e
whil
e
th
e
scen
e
migh
t
hav
e
bee
n
a
countr
y
churchyard
.
An
d

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HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
3
7
th
e
anthe
m
tha
t
th
e
organis
t
playe
d
cemente
d
Soap
y
t
o
th
e
iro
n
fence
,
 fo
r
h
e
ha
d
know
n
i
t
wel
l
i
n
th
e
day
s
whe
n
hi
s
lif
e
containe
d
suc
h
thing
s
a
s
mother
s
an
d
rose
s
an
d
ambition
s
an
d
friend
s
an
d
immaculat
e
thought
s
an
d
collars
.
Th
e
conjunctio
n
o
f
Soapy'
s
receptiv
e
stat
e
o
f
min
d
an
d
th
e
influence
s
abou
t
th
e
ol
d
churc
h
wrough
t
a
sudde
n
an
d
wonderfu
l
chang
e
i
n
hi
s
soul
.
H
e
viewe
d
wit
h
swif
t
horro
r
th
e
pi
t
int
o
whic
h
h
e
ha
d
tumbled
,
th
e
degrade
d
days
,
unworth
y
desires
,
dea
d
hopes
,

wrecke
d
facultie
s
an
d
bas
e
motive
s
tha
t
mad
e
u
p
hi
s
existence
.
An
d
als
o
i
n
a
momen
t
hi
s
hear
t
responde
d
 thrillingl
y
t
o
thi
s
nove
l
mood
.
A
n
instantaneou
s
an
d
stron
g
impuls
e
move
d
hi
m
t
o
battl
e
wit
h
hi
s
desperat
e
fate
.
H
e
woul
d
pul
l
himsel
f
ou
t
o
f
th
e

mire
;
h
e
woul
d
mak
e
 a
ma
n
o
f
himsel
f
again
;
h
e
woul
d
conque
r

th
e
evi
l
tha
t
ha
d
take
n
possessio
n
o
f
him
.
Ther
e
wa
s
time
;
h
e
wa
s
comparativel
y
youn
g
yet
;
h
e
woul
d
resurrec
t
hi
s
ol
d
eage
r
ambi

tion
s
an
d
pursu
e
the
m
withou
t
faltering
.
Thos
e
solem
n
bu
t
swee
t
orga
n
note
s
ha
d
se
t
u
p
a
revolutio
n
i
n
him
.
To-morro
w
h
e
woul
d
g
o
int
o
th
e
roarin
g
down-tow
n
distric
t
an
d
fin
d
work
.
A
fu
r
importe
r
ha
d
onc
e
offere
d
hi
m
a
plac
e
a
s
driver
.
H
e
woul
d
fin
d
hi
m
to-morro
w
an
d
ask
fo
r
th
e
position
.
H
e
woul
d
b
e
somebod
y

i
n
th
e
world
.
 H
e
woul
d
-
Soap
y
fel
t
a
han
d
lai
d
o
n
hi
s
arm
.
H
e
looke
d
quickl
y
aroun
d
int
o
th
e
broa
d
fac
e
o
f
a
policeman
.
'Wha
t
ar
e
yo
u
doin
'
here?
'
aske
d
th
e
officer
.
'Nothin',
'
 sai
d
Soapy
.
'The
n
com
e
along,
'
sai
d
th
e
policeman
.
'Thre
e
month
s
o
n
th
e
Island,
'
sai
d
th
e
Magistrat
e
i
n
th
e
Polic
e
Cour
t
th
e
nex
t
morning
.
VII
I
Memoirs
of
a
Yellow
Dog
I
DON'
T
SUPPOS
E
i
t
wil
l
knoc
k
an
y
o
f
yo
u
peopl
e
of
f
you
r
perc
h
t
o
rea
d
a
contributio
n
fro
m
a
n
animal
.
Mr
.
Kiplin
g
an
d
a
goo
d
man
y

other
s
hav
e
demonstrate
d
th
e
fac
t
tha
t
animal
s
ca
n
expres
s
them
selve
s
i
n
remunerativ
e
English
,
an
d
n
o
magazin
e
goe
s
t
o
pres
s
nowaday
s
withou
t
a
n
anima
l
stor
y
i
n
it
,
excep
t
th
e
old-styl
e
monthlie
s
tha
t
ar
e
stil
l
runnin
g
picture
s
o
f
Brya
n
an
d
th
e
Mon
t
Pelé
e
horror
.
Bu
t
yo
u
needn'
t
loo
k
fo
r
an
y
stuck-u
p
literatur
e
i
n
m
y
piece
,

3
8
O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
suc
h
a
s
Bearoo
,
th
e
bear
,
an
d
 Snakoo
,
th
e
snake
,
an
d
Tammanoo
,
th
e
tiger
,
tal
k
i
n
th
e
jungl
e
books
.
A
yello
w
do
g
that'
s
spen
t
mos
t
o
f
hi
s
lif
e
i
n
a
chea
p
Ne
w
Yor
k
flat
,
sleepin
g
i
n
a
corne
r
 o
n
a
n
ol
d
satee
n
underskir
t
(th
e
on
e
sh
e
spille
d
por
t
win
e
o
n
a
t
th
e
Lad
y
Longshoremen'
s
banquet)
,
mustn'
t
b
e
expecte
d
t
o
perfor
m
an
y

trick
s
wit
h
th
e
ar
t
o
f
speech
.
I
wa
s
bor
n
a
yello
w
pup
;
date
,
locality
,
pedigre
e
an
d
weigh
t
unknown
.
Th
e
firs
t
thin
g
I
ca
n
recollect
,
a
n
ol
d
woma
n
ha
d
m
e
i
n
a
baske
t
a
t
Broadwa
y
an
d
Twenty-thir
d
tryin
g
t
o
sel
l
m
e
t
o
a
fa
t
lady
.
Ol
d
Mothe
r
Hubbar
d
wa
s
boostin
g
m
e
t
o
bea
t
th
e
ban
d
a
s
a
genuin
e
Pomeranian-Hambletonian-Red-Irish-Cochin-China
-

Stoke-Pogi
s
fo
x
terrier
.
Th
e
fa
t
lad
y
chase
d
a
V
aroun
d
amon
g
th
e

sample
s
o
f
gro
s
grai
n
flannelett
e
i
n
he
r
shopping-ba
g
til
l
sh
e
cor
nere
d
it
,
an
d
gav
e
up
.
Fro
m
tha
t
momen
t
I
wa
s
a
pe
t
-
a
mamma'
s
ow
n
wootse
y
squidlums
.
Say
,
 gentl
e
reader
,
di
d
yo
u
eve
r
hav
e

a
200-poun
d
woma
n
breathin
g
a
flavou
r
o
f
Camember
t
chees
e

an
d
Pea
u
d'Espagn
e
pic
k
yo
u
u
p
an
d
wallo
p
he
r
nos
e
al
l
ove
r
you
,
remarkin
g
al
l
th
e
tim
e
i
n
a
n
Emm
a
Eame
s
ton
e
o
f
voice
:
'Oh
,
oo'
s
u
m
oodlum
,
doodlum
,
woodlum
,
toodlum
,
bitsy-wits
y
skoodlums?
'
Fro
m
a
pedigree
d
yello
w
pu
p
I
gre
w
u
p
t
o
b
e
a
n
anonymou
s
yello
w
cu
r
lookin
g
lik
e
a
cros
s
betwee
n
a
n
Angor
a
ca
t
an
d
a
bo
x
o
f
lemons
.
Bu
t
m
y
mistres
s
neve
r
tumbled
.
Sh
e
though
t
tha
t
th
e
tw
o

primeva
l
pup
s
tha
t
Noa
h
chase
d
 int
o
th
e
ar
k
wer
e
bu
t
a
collatera
l

branc
h
o
f
m
y
ancestors
.
I
t
too
k
tw
o
policeme
n
t
o
kee
p
he
r
fro
m
enterin
g
m
e
a
t
th
e
Madiso
n
Squar
e
Garde
n
fo
r
th
e
Siberia
n
bloodhoun
d
prize
.
I'l
l
tel
l
yo
u
abou
t
tha
t
flat
.
Th
e
hous
e
wa
s
th
e
ordinar
y
thin
g
i
n
Ne
w
York
,
pave
d
wit
h
Paria
n
marbl
e
i
n
th
e
entranc
e
hal
l
an
d
cobblestone
s
abov
e
th
e
firs
t
floor
.
Ou
r
fla
t
wa
s
thre
e
f
l
-
well
,
no
t
flight
s
-
climb
s
up
.
M
y
mistres
s
rente
d
i
t
unfurnished
,
an
d
pu
t
i
n
th
e
regula
r
thing
s
-
190
3
antiqu
e
upholstere
d
parlou
r
set
,
oi
l
chrom
o
o
f
geisha
s
i
n
a
Harle
m
tea-house
,
rubbe
r
plan
t
an
d

husband
.
B
y
Sirius
!
ther
e
wa
s
a
bipe
d
I
fel
t
sorr
y
for.
H
e
wa
s
a
littl
e
ma
n
wit
h
sand
y
hai
r
an
d
whisker
s
a
goo
d
dea
l
lik
e
mine
.
Hen-pecked
?

-
well
,
toucan
s
an
d
flamingoe
s
an
d
pelican
s
al
l
ha
d
thei
r
bill
s
i
n
him
.
H
e
wipe
d
th
e
dishe
s
an
d
listene
d
t
o
m
y
mistres
s
tel
l
abou
t
th
e
cheap
,
ragge
d
thing
s
th
e
lad
y
wit
h
th
e
squirrel-ski
n
coa
t
o
n

th
e
secon
d
floo
r
hun
g
ou
t
o
n
he
r
lin
e
t
o
dry
.
An
d
ever
y
evenin
g
whil
e
sh
e
wa
s
gettin
g
suppe
r
sh
e
mad
e
hi
m
tak
e
m
e
ou
t
o
n
th
e
en
d
o
f
a
strin
g
fo
r
a
walk
.

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Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
3
9
I
f
me
n
kne
w
ho
w
wome
n
pas
s
th
e
tim
e
 whe
n
the
y
ar
e
alon
e
they'
d
neve
r
marry
.
Laur
a
Lea
n
Jibbey
,
peanu
t
brittle
,
a
littl
e
almon
d
crea
m
o
n
th
e
nec
k
muscles
,
dishe
s
unwashed
,
hal
f
a
n
hour'
s
tal
k
wit
h
th
e
iceman
,
readin
g
 a
packag
e
o
f
ol
d
letters
,
a
coupl
e
o
f
pickle
s
an
d
tw
o
bottle
s
o
f
mal
t
extract
,
on
e
hou
r
peekin
g
throug
h
a
hol
e
i
n
th
e
windo
w
shad
e
int
o
th
e
fla
t
acros
s
th
e
air
-
shaf
t
-
that'
s
abou
t
al
l
ther
e
i
s
t
o
it
.
Twent
y
minute
s
befor
e
tim
e
fo
r
hi
m
t
o
com
e
hom
e
from
wor
k
sh
e
straighten
s
u
p
th
e
house
,
fixes
he
r
ra
t
s
o
i
t
won'
t
 show
,
an
d
get
s
ou
t
a
lo
t
o
f
sewin
g
fo
r
a

ten-minut
e
bluff
.
I
le
d
a
dog'
s
lif
e
i
n
tha
t
flat
.
'Mos
t
al
l
da
y
I
la
y
ther
e
i
n
m
y
corne
r
watchin
g
th
e
fa
t
woma
n
kil
l
time
.
I
slep
t
sometime
s
an
d
ha
d
pip
e
dream
s
abou
t
bein
g
ou
t
chasin
g
cat
s
int
o
basement
s
an
d
growlin
g
a
t
ol
d
ladie
s
wit
h
blac
k
mittens
,
a
s
a
do
g
wa
s
intende
d
 t
o
do
.
The
n
sh
e
woul
d
pounc
e
upo
n
m
e
wit
h
a
lo
t
o
f
tha
t
drivellin
g
poodl
e
palave
r
an
d
kis
s
m
e
o
n
th
e
nos
e
-
bu
t
wha
t
coul
d
I
do
?
A
do
g
can'
t
che
w
cloves
.
I
bega
n
t
o
fee
l
sorr
y
fo
r
Hubby
,
do
g
m
y
cat
s
i
f
I
didn't
.
W
e
looke
d
s
o
muc
h
alik
e
tha
t
peopl
e
notice
d
i
t
whe
n
w
e
wen
t
out
;
s
o

w
e
shoo
k
th
e
street
s
tha
t
Morgan'
s
ca
b
drive
s
down
,
an
d
too
k
t
o
climbin
g
th
e
pile
s
o
f
las
t
December'
s
sno
w
o
n
th
e
street
s
wher
e
chea
p
peopl
e
live
.
On
e
evenin
g
whe
n
w
e
wer
e
 thu
s
promenading
,
an
d
I
wa
s
tryin
g
t
o
loo
k
lik
e
a
priz
e
St
.
Bernard
,
an
d
th
e
ol
d
ma
n
wa
s
tryin
g
t
o
loo
k

lik
e
h
e
wouldn'
t
hav
e
murdere
d
the
.
firs
t
organ-grinde
r
h
e
 hear
d
pla
y
Mendelssohn'
s
wedding-march
,
I
looke
d
u
p
a
t
hi
m
an
d
said
,
i
n
m
y
way
:
'Wha
t
ar
e
yo
u
lookin
g
s
o
sou
r
about
,
yo
u
oaku
m
trimme
d
lob
ster
?
Sh
e
don'
t
kis
s
you
.
Yo
u
don'
t
hav
e
t
o
si
t
o
n
he
r
la
p
an
d
liste
n

t
o
tal
k
tha
t
woul
d
mak
e
th
e
boo
k
o
f
a
musica
l
comed
y
soun
d
lik
e
th
e
maxim
s
o
f
Epictetus
.
Yo
u
ough
t
t
o
 b
e
thankfu
l
you'r
e
no
t
a
dog
.
Brac
e
up
,
Benedick
,
an
d
bi
d
th
e
blue
s
begone.
'
Th
e
matrimonia
l
misha
p
looke
d
dow
n
a
t
m
e
wit
h
almos
t
canin
e
intelligenc
e
i
n
hi
s
face
.
'Why
,
doggie,
'
 say
s
he
,
'goo
d
doggie
.
Yo
u
almos
t
loo
k
lik
e
yo
u
coul
d
speak
.
Wha
t
i
s
it
,
doggi
e
-
Cats?
'
Cats
!
Coul
d
speak
!
But
,
o
f
course
,
h
e
couldn'
t
understand
.
Human
s
wer
e
denie
d
th
e
 speec
h
o
f
animals
.
Th
e
onl
y
commo
n
groun
d
o
f
communica
tio
n
upo
n
whic
h
dog
s
an
d
me
n
ca
n
ge
t
togethe
r
i
s
i
n
fiction
.
I
n
th
e
flat
acros
s
th
e
hal
l
from
u
s
live
d
a
lad
y
wit
h
a
black-and
-
ta
n
terrier
.
He
r
husban
d
strun
g
i
t
an
d
too
k
i
t
ou
t
ever
y
evening
,

4
0
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Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
bu
t
h
e
alway
s
cam
e
hom
e
cheerfu
l
an
d
whistling
.
On
e
da
y
I
touche
d
nose
s
wit
h
th
e
black-and-ta
n
i
n
th
e
hall
,
an
d
I
struc
k
hi
m

for
a
n
elucidation
.
'See
,
here
,
Wiggle-and-Skip,
'
I
says
,
'yo
u
kno
w
tha
t
i
t
ain'
t
th
e
natur
e
o
f
a
rea
l
ma
n
t
o
pla
y
dry-nurs
e
t
o
a
do
g
i
n
public
.
I
neve
r

sa
w
on
e
leashe
d
t
o
a
bow-wo
w
ye
t
tha
t
didn'
t
loo
k
lik
e
he'
d
lik
e
t
o

lic
k
ever
y
othe
r
 ma
n
tha
t
looke
d
a
t
him
.
Bu
t
you
r
bos
s
come
s
i
n
ever
y
da
y
a
s
perk
y
an
d
se
t
u
p
a
s
a
n
amateu
r
prestidigitato
r
doin
g
th
e
eg
g
trick
.
Ho
w
doe
s
h
e
d
o
it
?
Don'
t
tel
l
m
e
h
e
like
s
it.
'
'Him?
'
say
s
th
e
black-and-tan
.
'Why
,
h
e
use
s
Nature'
s
Ow
n
Remedy
.
H
e
get
s
spifflicated
.
A
t
first
whe
n
w
e
g
o
ou
t
he'
s
a
s
sh
y

a
s
 th
e
ma
n
o
n
th
e
steame
r
wh
o
woul
d
rathe
r
pla
y
pedr
o
whe
n
the
y

mak
e
'e
m
al
l
jackpots
.
B
y
th
e
tim
e
we'v
e
bee
n
i
n
eigh
t
saloon
s
h
e

don'
t
car
e
whethe
r
th
e
thin
g
o
n
th
e
en
d
o
f
hi
s
lin
e
i
s
a
do
g
o
r
a

catfish
.
I'v
e
los
t
tw
o
inche
s
o
f
m
y
tai
l
tryin
g
t
o
sideste
p
thos
e

swingin
g
doors.
'
Th
e
pointe
r
I
go
t
fro
m
tha
t
terrie
r
-
vaudevill
e
pleas
e
cop
y
-
se
t
m
e
t
o
thinking
.
On
e
evenin
g
abou
t
si
x
o'cloc
k
m
y
mistres
s
ordere
d
hi
m
t
o
ge
t
bus
y
an
d
d
o
th
e
ozon
e
ac
t
fo
r
 Lovey
.
I
hav
e
conceale
d
i
t
unti
l

now
,
bu
t
tha
t
i
s
wha
t
sh
e
calle
d
me
.
Th
e
black-and-ta
n
wa
s
calle
d
'Tweetness.
'
I
conside
r
tha
t
I
hav
e
th
e
bulg
e
o
n
hi
m
a
s
fa
r
a
s
yo
u
coul
d
chas
e
a
rabbit
.
Stil
l
'Lovey
'
i
s
somethin
g
o
f
a
nomenclatura
l
tin-ca
n
o
n
th
e
tai
l
o
f
one'
s
self-respect
.
A
t
a
quie
t
plac
e
o
n
a
saf
e
stree
t
I
tightene
d
th
e
lin
e
o
f
m
y
custo
dia
n
i
n
fron
t
o
f
a
n
attractive
,
refine
d
saloon
.
I
mad
e
a
dead-ahea
d

scrambl
e
fo
r
th
e
doors
,
whinin
g
lik
e
a
do
g
i
n
th
e
pres
s
despatche
s

tha
t
let
s
th
e
famil
y
 kno
w
tha
t
littl
e
Alic
e
i
s
bogge
d
whil
e
gatherin
g

lilie
s
i
n
th
e
brook
.
'Why
,
dar
n
m
y
eyes,
'
say
s
th
e
ol
d
man
,
wit
h
a
grin
;
'dar
n
m
y
eye
s
i
f
th
e
saffron-coloure
d
so
n
o
f
a
seltze
r
lemonad
e
ain'
t
askin
g
m
e
i
n
t
o
tak
e
a
drink
.
Lemm
e
se
e
-
ho
w
long'
s
i
t
bee
n
sinc
e
I
save
d
sho
e
leathe
r
b
y
keepin
g
on
e
foo
t
o
n
th
e
footrest
?
 I
believ
e
I'l
l
-
'
I
kne
w
I
ha
d
him
.
Ho
t
Scotche
s
h
e
took
,
sittin
g
a
t
a
table
.
Fo
r
a
n
hou
r
h
e
kep
t
th
e
Campbell
s
coming
.
I
sa
t
b
y
hi
s
sid
e
rappin
g
fo
r
 th
e
waite
r
wit
h
m
y
tail
,
an
d
eatin
g
fre
e
lunc
h
suc
h
a
s
mamm
a
i
n
he
r
fla
t
neve
r
equalle
d
wit
h
he
r
homemad
e
truc
k
bough
t
a
t
a
delicatesse
n
stor
e
eigh
t
minute
s
befor
e
pap
a
 come
s
home
.
Whe
n
th
e
product
s
o
f
Scotlan
d
wer
e
al
l
exhauste
d
excep
t
th
e
ry
e
brea
d
th
e
ol
d
ma
n
unwoun
d
m
e
fro
m
th
e
tabl
e
le
g
an
d
playe
d
m
e
outsid
e
lik
e
a
fisherma
n
 play
s
a
salmon
.
Ou
t
ther
e
h
e
too
k
of
f

m
y
colla
r
an
d
thre
w
i
t
int
o
th
e
street
.

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D
STORIE
S
4
1
'Poo
r
doggie,
'
say
s
he
;
'goo
d
doggie
.
Sh
e
shan'
t
kis
s
yo
u
an
y
more
.
'
S
a
darne
d
shame
.
Goo
d
doggie
,
g
o
awa
y
an
d
ge
t
ru
n
ove
r
b
y
a
stree
t
ca
r
an
d
b
e
happy.
'
I
refuse
d
t
o
leave
.
I
leape
d
an
d
 friske
d
aroun
d
th
e
ol
d
man'
s
leg
s
happ
y
a
s
a
pu
g
o
n
a
rug
.
'Yo
u
ol
d
flea-heade
d
woodchuck-chaser,
'
I
sai
d
t
o
hi
m
-
'yo
u
moon-baying
,
rabbit-pointing
,
egg-stealin
g
ol
d
beagle
,
can'
t
yo
u
se
e
tha
t
I
don'
t
wan
t
t
o
leav
e
you
?
Can'
t
yo
u
se
e
tha
t
we'r
e
bot
h

Pup
s
i
n
th
e
Woo
d
an
d
th
e
missi
s
i
s
the
crue
l
uncl
e
afte
r
yo
u
wit
h
th
e
dis
h
towe
l
an
d
m
e
wit
h
th
e
fle
a
linimen
t
an
d
a
pin
k
bo
w
t
o
ti
e

o
n
m
y
tail
.
Wh
y
no
t
cu
t
tha
t
al
l
ou
t
an
d
b
e
pard
s
fo
r
evermore?
'
Mayb
e
you'l
l
sa
y
h
e
 didn'
t
understan
d
-
mayb
e
h
e
didn't
.
Bu
t
h
e
kin
d
o
f
go
t
a
gri
p
o
n
th
e
Ho
t
Scotches
,
an
d
stoo
d
stil
l
fo
r
a
minute
,
thinking
.
'Doggie,
'
say
s
h
e
finally
,
'w
e
don'
t
liv
e
 mor
e
tha
n
a
doze
n
live
s
o
n
thi
s
earth
,
an
d
ver
y
fe
w
o
f
u
s
liv
e
t
o
b
e
mor
e
tha
n
300
.
I
f
I
eve
r
se
e
tha
t
flat
an
y
mor
e
I'
m
a
flat
,
an
d
i
f
yo
u
d
o
you'r
e
flatter
;
an
d

that'
s
n
o
flattery.
I'
m
offerin
g
6
0
t
o
1
tha
t
Westwar
d
H
o
win
s
ou
t

b
y
th
e
lengt
h
o
f
a
dachshund.
'
Ther
e
wa
s
n
o
string
,
bu
t
I
 frolicke
d
alon
g
wit
h
m
y
maste
r
t
o
th
e
Twenty-thir
d
Stree
t
ferry
.
An
d
th
e
cat
s
o
n
th
e
rout
e
sa
w
reaso
n
t
o
giv
e
thank
s
tha
t
prehensil
e
claw
s
ha
d
bee
n
give
n
them
.
O
n
th
e
Jerse
y
sid
e
m
y
maste
r
sai
d
t
o
a
strange
r
wh
o
stoo
d
eatin
g
a
curran
t
bun
:
'M
e
an
d
m
y
doggie
,
w
e
ar
e
boun
d
fo
r
th
e
Rock
y
Mountains.
'
Bu
t
wha
t
please
d
m
e
mos
t
 wa
s
whe
n
m
y
ol
d
ma
n
pulle
d
bot
h
o
f
m
y
ear
s
unti
l
I
howled
,
an
d
said
:
'Yo
u
common
,
monkey-headed
,
rat-tailed
,
sulphur-coloure
d
son
o
f
a
door-mat
,
d
o
yo
u
kno
w
wha
t
I'
m
goin
g
t
o
 cal
l
you?
'
I
though
t
o
f
'Lovey,
'
an
d
I
whine
d
dolefully
.
'I'
m
goin
g
t
o
cal
l
yo
u
"Pete,
"
'
say
s
m
y
master
;
an
d
i
f
I'
d
ha
d
five
tail
s
I
couldn'
t
hav
e
don
e
enoug
h
waggin
g
 t
o
d
o
justic
e
t
o
th
e

occasion
.
IX
The
Love-philtre
of
Ikey
Schoenstein
TH
E
BLU
E
LIGH
T
DRU
G
STOR
E
i
s
down-town
,
betwee
n
th
e
Bower
y
an
d
Firs
t
Avenue
,
wher
e
th
e
distanc
e
betwee
n
th
e
tw
o
street
s
 i
s
th
e
shortest
.
Th
e
Blu
e
Ligh
t
doe
s
no
t
conside
r
tha
t
pharmac
y
i
s
a
thin
g

4
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HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
o
f
bric-a-brac
,
scen
t
an
d
ice-crea
m
soda
.
I
f
yo
u
ask
i
t
fo
r
a
pain-kille
r
i
t
wil
l
no
t
giv
e
yo
u
a
bonbon
.
Th
e
Blu
e
Ligh
t
scorn
s
th
e
labour-savin
g
art
s
o
f
moder
n
phar
macy
.
I
t
macerate
s
it
s
opiu
m
an
d
percolate
s
it
s
ow
n
laudanu
m
an
d
paregoric
.
T
o
thi
s
da
y
pill
s
ar
e
mad
e
behin
d
it
s
tal
l
prescriptio
n
des
k
-
pill
s
rolle
d
ou
t
o
n
it
s
ow
n
pill-tile
,
divide
d
wit
h
a
spatula
,
rolle
d
wit
h
th
e
finge
r
an
d
thumb
,
 duste
d
wit
h
calcine
d
magnesi
a

an
d
delivere
d
i
n
littl
e
round
,
pasteboar
d
pill-boxes
.
Th
e
stor
e
i
s
o
n

a
corne
r
abou
t
whic
h
covey
s
o
f
ragged-plumed
,
hilariou
s
childre
n

pla
y
an
d
becom
e
candidate
s
fo
r
th
e
cough-drop
s
an
d
soothin
g

syrup
s
tha
t
wai
t
fo
r
the
m
inside
.
Ike
y
Schoenstei
n
wa
s
th
e
nigh
t
cler
k
o
f
th
e
Blu
e
Ligh
t
an
d
th
e
frien
d
o
f
hi
s
customers
.
Thu
s
i
t
i
s
o
n
th
e
Eas
t
Side
,
wher
e
th
e
hear
t
o
f
pharmac
y
i
s
no
t
glacé.
There
,
a
s
i
t
shoul
d
be
,
th
e
druggis
t

i
s
a
counsellor
,
a
confessor
,
a
n
adviser
,
a
n
abl
e
an
d
willin
g
 mis

sionar
y
an
d
mento
r
whos
e
learnin
g
i
s
respected
,
whos
e
occul
t
wisdo
m
i
s
venerate
d
an
d
whos
e
medicin
e
i
s
ofte
n
poured
,
untasted
,
int
o
th
e
gutter
.
Therefor
e
Ikey'
s
corniform
,
bespecta

cle
d
nos
e
an
d
narrow
,
knowledge-bowe
d
figur
e
wa
s
wel
l
know
n
i
n

th
e
vicinit
y
o
f
th
e
Blu
e
Light
,
an
d
hi
s
advic
e
an
d
notic
e
wer
e
muc
h
desired
.
Ike
y
roome
d
an
d
breakfaste
d
a
t
Mrs
.
Riddle's
,
tw
o
square
s
away
.
Mrs
.
Riddl
e
ha
d
a
daughte
r
name
d
Rosy
.
Th
e
circumlocu
tio
n
ha
s
bee
n
i
n
vai
n
-
yo
u
mus
t
hav
e
guesse
d
i
t
-
Ike
y
adore
d
Rosy
.
Sh
e
tincture
d
al
l
hi
s
thoughts
;
 sh
e
wa
s
th
e
compoun
d
extrac
t
o
f
al
l
tha
t
wa
s
chemicall
y
pur
e
an
d
officina
l
-
th
e
dispen

sator
y
containe
d
nothin
g
equa
l
t
o
her
.
Bu
t
Ike
y
wa
s
timid
,
an
d
hi
s
hope
s
remaine
d
 insolubl
e
i
n
th
e
menstruu
m
o
f
hi
s
backwardnes
s

an
d
fears
.
Behin
d
hi
s
counte
r
h
e
wa
s
a
superio
r
being
,
calml
y
consciou
s
o
f
specia
l
knowledg
e
an
d
worth
;
outside
,
h
e
wa
s
a
weak-kneed
,
purblind
,
 motorman-curse
d
rambler
,
wit
h
ill-fittin
g
clothe
s
staine
d
wit
h
chemical
s
an
d
smellin
g
o
f
socotrin
e
aloe
s
an
d
valerianat
e
o
f
ammonia
.
Th
e
fl
y
i
n
Ikey'
s
ointmen
t
(thric
e
welcome
,
pa
t
trope!
)
wa
s
Chun
k
McGowan
.
Mr
.
McGowa
n
wa
s
als
o
strivin
g
t
o
catc
h
th
e
brigh
t
smile
s
tosse
d
abou
t
b
y
Rosy
.
Bu
t
h
e
wa
s
n
o
out-fielde
r
a
s
Ike
y
was
;
h
e

picke
d
the
m
of
f
th
e
bat
.
A
t
th
e
sam
e
tim
e
h
e
wa
s
Ikey'
s
frien
d
an
d
customer
,
an
d
ofte
n
droppe
d
i
n
a
t
th
e
Blu
e
Ligh
t
Dru
g
Stor
e
t
o
hav
e
a
bruis
e
painte
d
wit
h
iodin
e
o
r
ge
t
a
cu
t
rubber-plastere
d
afte
r
a
pleasan
t
evenin
g
spen
t
alon
g
th
e
Bowery
.
On
e
afternoo
n
McGowa
n
drifte
d
i
n
i
n
hi
s
silent
,
eas
y
way
,
an
d

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3
sat
,
comely
,
smoothed-faced
,
hard
,
 indomitable
,
good-natured
,
upo
n
a
stool
.
'Ikey,
'
sai
d
he
,
whe
n
hi
s
frien
d
ha
d
fetche
d
hi
s
morta
r
an
d
sa
t
opposite
,
grindin
g
gu
m
benzoi
n
t
o
a
powder
,
'ge
t
bus
y
wit
h
you
r

ear
.
It'
s
 drug
s
fo
r
m
e
i
f
you'v
e
go
t
th
e
lin
e
I
need.
'
Ike
y
scanne
d
th
e
countenanc
e
o
f
Mr
.
McGowa
n
fo
r
th
e
usua
l
evidence
s
o
f
conflict
,
bu
t
foun
d
none
.
'Tak
e
you
r
coa
t
off,
'
 h
e
ordered
.
'
I
gues
s
alread
y
tha
t
yo
u
hav
e
bee
n
stuc
k
i
n
th
e
rib
s
wit
h
a
knife
.
I
hav
e
man
y
time
s
tol
d
yo
u

thos
e
Dagoe
s
woul
d
d
o
yo
u
up.
'
Mr
.
McGowa
n
 smiled
.
'No
t
them,
'
h
e
said
.
'No
t
an
y
Dagoes
.
Bu
t
you'v
e
locate
d
th
e
diagnosi
s
al
l
right
enoug
h
-
it'
s
unde
r
m
y

coat
,
nea
r
th
e
ribs
.
Say
!
Ike
y
-
Ros
y
an
d
m
e
ar
e
goin
'
t
o
ru
n
awa
y
an
d
ge
t
marrie
d
to-night.
'
Ikey'
s
lef
t
forefinge
r
wa
s
double
d
ove
r
th
e
edg
e
o
f
th
e
mortar
,
holdin
g
i
t
steady
.
H
e
gav
e
i
t
a
wil
d
ra
p
wit
h
th
e
pestle
,
bu
t
fel
t

i
t
not
.
Meanwhil
e
Mr
.
McGowan'
s
smil
e
fade
d
t
o
a
loo
k
o
f
perplexe
d
gloom
.
'Tha
t
is,
'
h
e
continued
,
'i
f
sh
e
keep
s
i
n
th
e
notio
n
unti
l
th
e
tim
e
comes
.
We'v
e
bee
n
layin
'
pipe
s
fo
r
th
e
gatewa
y
fo
r
tw
o
weeks
.

On
e
da
y
sh
e
say
s
sh
e
will
;
th
e
sam
e
evenin
'
sh
e
say
s
nixy
.
We'v
e

agree
d
o
n
to-night
,
an
d
Rosy'
s
stuc
k
t
o
th
e
affirmativ
e
thi
s
tim
e
fo
r
tw
o
whol
e
days
.
Bu
t
it'
s
five
hour
s
ye
t
til
l
th
e
time
,
an
d
I'
m
afrai
d
she'l
l
stan
d
m
e
u
p
whe
n
i
t
come
s
t
o
th
e
scratch.
'
'Yo
u
sai
d
yo
u
wante
d
drugs,
'
remarke
d
Ikey
.
Mr
.
McGowa
n
looke
d
il
l
a
t
eas
e
an
d
harasse
d
-
a
conditio
n
oppose
d
t
o
hi
s
usua
l
lin
e
o
f
demeanour
.
H
e
mad
e
a
patent-medi
cin
e
 almana
c
int
o
a
rol
l
an
d
fitte
d
i
t
wit
h
unprofitabl
e
carefulnes
s
abou
t
hi
s
finger.
'
I
wouldn'
t
hav
e
thi
s
doubl
e
handica
p
mak
e
a
fals
e
star
t
to-nigh
t
fo
r
a
million,
'
h
e
said
.
'I'v
e
go
t
a
 littl
e
fla
t
u
p
i
n
Harle
m
al
l
ready
,

wit
h
chrysanthemum
s
o
n
th
e
tabl
e
an
d
a
kettl
e
read
y
t
o
boil
.
An
d

I'v
e
engage
d
a
pulpi
t
pounde
r
t
o
b
e
read
y
a
t
hi
s
hous
e
fo
r
u
s
a
t
9.30
.
It'
s
go
t
t
o
com
e
off
.
An
d
i
f
Ros
y
don'
t
chang
e
he
r
min
d
again!
'
-
Mr
.
McGowa
n
ceased
,
a
pre
y
t
o
hi
s
doubts
.
'
I
don'
t
se
e
the
n
 yet,
'
sai
d
Ike
y
shortly
,
'wha
t
make
s
i
t
tha
t
yo
u
tal
k
o
f
drugs
,
o
r
wha
t
I
ca
n
b
e
doin
g
abou
t
it.
'
'Ol
d
ma
n
Riddl
e
don'
t
lik
e
m
e
a
littl
e
bit,
'
wen
t
o
n
th
e
uneas
y
suitor
,
ben
t
upo
n
marshallin
g
hi
s
arguments
.
'Fo
r
a
wee
k
h
e
hasn'
t
le
t
Ros
y
ste
p
outsid
e
th
e
doo
r
wit
h
me
.
I
f
i
t
wasn'
t
fo
r
losin
'
a
boarde
r
they'
d
hav
e
 bounce
d
m
e
lon
g
ago
.
I'
m
makin
'
$2
0
a
wee
k

an
d
she'l
l
neve
r
regre
t
flyin
'
th
e
coo
p
wit
h
Chun
k
McGowan.
'

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'Yo
u
wil
l
excus
e
me
,
Chunk,
'
sai
d
Ikey
.
'
I
mus
t
mak
e
a
prescriptio
n
tha
t
i
s
t
o
b
e
calle
d
fo
r
soon.
'
'Say,
'
sai
d
McGowan
,
lookin
g
u
p
suddenly
,
'say
,
Ikey
,
ain'
t
ther
e
a
dru
g
o
f
som
e
kin
d
 -
som
e
kin
d
o
f
powder
s
that'l
l
mak
e
a
gir
l
lik
e
yo
u
bette
r
i
f
yo
u
giv
e
'e
m
t
o
her?
'
Ikey'
s
lip
beneat
h
hi
s
nos
e
curle
d
wit
h
th
e
scor
n
o
f
superio
r
enlightenment
;
bu
t
 befor
e
h
e
coul
d
answer
,
McGowa
n
continued
:
'Ti
m
Lac
y
tol
d
m
e
onc
e
tha
t
h
e
go
t
som
e
from a
croake
r
up
tow
n
an
d
fe
d
'e
m
t
o
hi
s
gir
l
i
n
sod
a
water
.
Fro
m
th
e
ver
y
firs
t
dos
e

h
e
wa
s
ace-hig
h
an
d
everybod
y
els
e
looke
d
lik
e
thirt
y
cent
s
t
o
her
.
The
y
wa
s
marrie
d
i
n
les
s
tha
n
tw
o
weeks.
'
Stron
g
an
d
simpl
e
wa
s
Chun
k
McGowan
.
A
 bette
r
reade
r
o
f
me
n
tha
n
Ike
y
wa
s
coul
d
hav
e
see
n
tha
t
hi
s
toug
h
fram
e
wa
s
strun
g
upo
n
fin
e
wires
.
Lik
e
a
goo
d
genera
l
wh
o
wa
s
abou
t
t
o
invad
e
th
e
enemy'
s
 territor
y
h
e
wa
s
seekin
g
t
o
guar
d
ever
y
poin
t
agains
t
possibl
e
failure
.
'
I
thought,
'
wen
t
o
n
Chun
k
hopefully
,
'tha
t
i
f
I
ha
d
on
e
o
f
the
m
powder
s
t
o
giv
e
Ros
y
whe
n
I
se
e
he
r
a
t
suppe
r
to-nigh
t
i
t
migh
t
brac
e
he
r
u
p
an
d
kee
p
he
r
fro
m
renegin
g
o
n
th
e
propositio
n
t
o
skip
.
I
gues
s
sh
e
don'
t
nee
d
a
mul
e
tea
m
t
o
dra
g
he
r
 away
,
bu
t
wome
n
ar
e
bette
r
a
t
coachin
g
tha
n
the
y
ar
e
a
t
runnin
g
bases
.
I
f
th
e
stuff'l
l
wor
k
jus
t
fo
r
a
coupl
e
o
f
hour
s
it'l
l
d
o
th
e
trick.
'
'Whe
n
i
s
thi
s
 foolishnes
s
o
f
runnin
g
awa
y
t
o
b
e
happening?
'
aske
d
Ikey
.
'Nin
e
o'clock,
'
sai
d
Mr
.
McGowan
.
'Supper'
s
a
t
seven
.
A
t
eigh
t
Ros
y
goe
s
t
o
be
d
wit
h
a
headache
.
A
t
nin
e
ol
d
Parvenzan
o
 let
s
m
e

throug
h
t
o
hi
s
backyard
,
wher
e
there'
s
a
boar
d
of
f
Riddle'
s
fence
,

nex
t
door
.
I
g
o
unde
r
he
r
windo
w
an
d
hel
p
he
r
dow
n
th
e
fire
-
escape
.
We'v
e
go
t
t
o
mak
e
i
t
earl
y
o
n
th
e
preacher'
s
account
.
It'
s

al
l
dea
d
eas
y
i
f
Ros
y
don'
t
bal
k
whe
n
th
e
flag
drops
.
Ca
n
yo
u
fi
x
m
e
on
e
o
f
the
m
powders
,
Ikey?
'
Ike
y
 Schoenstei
n
rubbe
d
hi
s
nos
e
slowly
.
'Chunk,
'
sai
d
he
,
'i
t
i
s
o
f
drug
s
o
f
tha
t
natur
e
tha
t
pharma
ceutist
s
mus
t
hav
e
muc
h
carefulness
.
T
o
yo
u
alon
e
o
f
m
y
acquain

tanc
e
woul
d
 I
entrus
t
a
powde
r
lik
e
that
.
Bu
t
fo
r
yo
u
I
shal
l
mak
e
it
,
an
d
yo
u
shal
l
se
e
ho
w
i
t
make
s
Ros
y
t
o
thin
k
o
f
you.
'
Ike
y
wen
t
behin
d
th
e
prescriptio
n
desk
.
 Ther
e
h
e
crushe
d
t
o
a
powde
r
tw
o
solubl
e
tablets
,
eac
h
containin
g
a
quarte
r
o
f
a
grai
n
o
f

morphia
.
T
o
the
m
h
e
adde
d
a
littl
e
suga
r
o
f
mil
k
t
o
increas
e
th
e
bulk
,
 an
d
folde
d
th
e
mixtur
e
neatl
y
i
n
a
whit
e
paper
.
Take
n
b
y
a
n

adul
t
thi
s
powde
r
woul
d
ensur
e
severa
l
hour
s
o
f
heav
y
slumbe
r
withou
t
dange
r
t
o
th
e
sleeper
.
Thi
s
h
e
hande
d
t
o
Chun
k

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McGowan
,
tellin
g
hi
m
t
o
administe
r
i
t
i
n
a
liquid
,
i
f
possible
,
an
d
receive
d
th
e
heart
y
thank
s
o
f
th
e
backyar
d
Lochinvar
.
Th
e
subtlet
y
o
f
Ikey'
s
actio
n
become
s
apparen
t
upo
n
recita
l
o
f
hi
s
subsequen
t
move
.
H
e
sen
t
a
messenge
r
fo
r
Mr
.
Riddl
e
an
d
dis
close
d
th
e
plan
s
o
f
McGowa
n
fo
r
elopin
g
wit
h
Rosy
.
 Mr
.
Riddl
e
wa
s
a
stou
t
man
,
brick-dust
y
o
f
complexio
n
an
d
sudde
n
i
n
action
.
'Muc
h
obliged,
'
h
e
sai
d
briefl
y
t
o
Ikey
.
'Th
e
laz
y
Iris
h
loafer
!
M
y
ow
n
room'
s
jus
t
abov
e
Rosy's
,
 I'l
l
jus
t
g
o
u
p
ther
e
mysel
f
afte
r
suppe
r
an
d
loa
d
th
e
shot-gu
n
an
d
wait
.
I
f
h
e
come
s
i
n
m
y
back
yar
d
he'l
l
g
o
awa
y
i
n
a
n
ambulanc
e
instea
d
o
f
a
brida
l
chaise.
'
Wit
h
Ros
y
hel
d
i
n
th
e
clutche
s
o
f
Morpheu
s
fo
r
a
many
-
hours
'
dee
p
slumber
,
an
d
th
e
bloodthirst
y
paren
t
waiting
,
arme
d

an
d
forewarned
,
Ike
y
fel
t
tha
t
hi
s
riva
l
wa
s
 close
,
indeed
,
upo
n
discomfiture
.
Al
l
nigh
t
i
n
th
e
Blu
e
Ligh
t
Stor
e
h
e
waite
d
a
t
hi
s
dutie
s
for
chanc
e
new
s
o
f
th
e
tragedy
,
bu
t
non
e
came
.
A
t
eigh
t
o'cloc
k
i
n
th
e
 mornin
g
th
e
da
y
cler
k
arrive
d
an
d
Ike
y
starte
d
hurriedl
y
fo
r
Mrs
.
Riddle'
s
t
o
lear
n
th
e
outcome
.
And
,
lo
!
a
s
h
e
steppe
d
ou
t
o
f
th
e
stor
e
wh
o
bu
t
Chun
k
McGowa
n
spran
g
fro
m
a
passin
g
street-ca
r
an
d
graspe
d
hi
s
han
d
-
Chun
k
McGowa
n
wit
h
a
victor'
s
smil
e
an
d
flushed
wit
h
joy
.
'Pulle
d
i
t
off,
'
sai
d
Chun
k
wit
h
Elysiu
m
i
n
hi
s
grin
.
'Ros
y
hi
t
 th
e
fire-escape
o
n
tim
e
t
o
a
secon
d
an
d
w
e
wa
s
unde
r
th
e
wir
e
a
t
th
e
Reverend'
s
a
t
9.3
0
1
/
4
.
She'
s
u
p
a
t
th
e
flat -
sh
e
cooke
d
egg
s
thi
s

mornin
'
i
n
a
blu
e
kimon
o
-
Lord
!
ho
w
luck
y
I
am
!
Yo
u
mus
t
pac
e
up
som
e
day
,
Ikey
,
an
d
fee
d
wit
h
us
.
I'v
e
go
t
a
jo
b
dow
n
nea
r
th
e
bridge
,
an
d
that'
s
wher
e
I'
m
headin
g
fo
r
now.
'
'Th
e
-
th
e
powder?
'
stammere
d
Ikey
.
'Oh
,
tha
t
stuf
f
yo
u
gav
e
me!
'
sai
d
Chun
k
broadenin
g
hi
s
grin
;
'well
,
i
t
wa
s
thi
s
way
.
I
sa
t
dow
n
a
t
th
e
 suppe
r
tabl
e
las
t
nigh
t
a
t

Riddle's
,
an
d
I
looke
d
a
t
Rosy
,
an
d
I
say
s
t
o
myself
,
"Chunk
,
i
f
yo
u
ge
t
th
e
gir
l
ge
t
he
r
o
n
th
e
squar
e
-
don'
t
tr
y
an
y
hocus-pocu
s
wit
h
a
thoroughbre
d
lik
e
her.
"
An
d
I
keep
s
th
e
pape
r
yo
u
giv
e
m
e
i
n
m
y
pocket
.
An
d
the
n
m
y
lamp
s
fall
s
o
n
anothe
r
part
y
present
,

who
,
I
say
s
t
o
 myself
,
i
s
failin
'
i
n
a
prope
r
affectio
n
towar
d
hi
s

comin
'
son-in-law
,
s
o
I
watche
s
m
y
chanc
e
an
d
dump
s
tha
t
powde
r
i
n
ol
d
ma
n
Riddle'
s
coffe
e
-
see?
'

7
4
O
HENR
Y
 -
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
momen
t
immovable
.
Fo
r
thi
s
odou
r
belonge
d
t
o
Mis
s
Leslie
;
i
t
wa
s
he
r
own
,
an
d
her
s
only
.
Th
e
odou
r
brough
t
he
r
vividly
,
almos
t
tangibl
y
befor
e
him
.
Th
e
worl
d
o
f
financ
e
dwindle
d
suddenl
y
t
o
a
speck
.
An
d
sh
e
wa
s
i
n
th
e
nex
t
roo
m
-
twent
y
step
s
away
.
'B
y
George
,
I'l
l
d
o
i
t
now,
'
sai
d
Maxwell
,
hal
f
aloud
.
'I'l
l
as
k
he
r
now
.
I
wonde
r
I
didn'
t
d
o
i
t
lon
g
ago.
'
H
e
dashe
d
int
o
th
e
inne
r
offic
e
wit
h
th
e
hast
e
o
f
a
shor
t
tryin
g
t
o
cover
.
H
e
charge
d
upo
n
th
e
des
k
o
f
th
e
stenographer
.
Sh
e
looke
d
u
p
a
t
hi
m
wit
h
a
smile
.
A
sof
t
pin
k
crep
t
ove
r
he
r
cheek
,
an
d
he
r
eye
s
wer
e
kin
d
an
d
frank
.
Maxwel
l
leane
d
on
e
elbo
w
o
n
he
r
 desk
.
H
e
stil
l
clutche
d
flutterin
g
paper
s
wit
h
bot
h
hand
s
an
d
th
e
pe
n
wa
s
abov
e
hi
s
ear
.
'Mis
s
Leslie,
'
h
e
bega
n
hurriedly
,
'
I
hav
e
bu
t
a
momen
t
t
o
spare
.
I
wan
t
t
o
sa
y
somethin
g
i
n
tha
t
moment
.
Wil
l
yo
u
b
e
m
y
wife
?
I

haven'
t
ha
d
tim
e
t
o
mak
e
lov
e
t
o
yo
u
i
n
th
e
ordinar
y
way
,
bu
t
I
reall
y
d
o
lov
e
you
.
Tal
k
quick
,
pleas
e
-
thos
e
fellow
s
ar
e
clubbin
g

th
e
stuffin
g
ou
t
o
f
Unio
n
Pacific
'
'Oh
,
wha
t
ar
e
yo
u
talkin
g
about?
'
exclaime
d
th
e
youn
g
lady
.
Sh
e
ros
e
t
o
he
r
fee
t
an
d
 gaze
d
upo
n
him
,
round-eyed
.
'Don'
t
yo
u
understand?
'
sai
d
Maxwel
l
restively
.
'
I
wan
t
yo
u
t
o
marr
y
me
.
I
lov
e
you
,
Mis
s
Leslie
.
I
wante
d
t
o
tel
l
you
,
an
d
I
snatche
d
a
minut
e
whe
n
thing
s
ha
d
slackene
d
u
p
a
bit
.
They'r
e

callin
g
m
e
fo
r
th
e
'phon
e
now
.
Tel
l
'e
m
t
o
wai
t
a
minute
,
Pitcher
.
Won'
t
you
,
Mis
s
Leslie?
'
Th
e
stenographe
r
acte
d
ver
y
queerly
.
A
t
first
sh
e
seeme
d
over
com
e
wit
h
amazement
;
the
n
tear
s
flowe
d
fro
m
he
r
wonderin
g
eyes
;
an
d
the
n
sh
e
smile
d
sunnil
y
throug
h
them
,
an
d
on
e
o
f
he
r

arm
s
sli
d
tenderl
y
abou
t
th
e
broker'
s
neck
.
'
I
kno
w
now,
'
sh
e
sai
d
softly
.
'It'
s
thi
s
ol
d
busines
s
tha
t
ha
s
drive
n
everythin
g
els
e
ou
t
o
f
you
r
hea
d
fo
r
th
e
time
.
I
wa
s
fright

ene
d
a
t
first.
 Don'
t
yo
u
remember
,
Harvey
?
W
e
wer
e
marrie
d
las
t
evenin
g
a
t
eigh
t
o'cloc
k
i
n
th
e
Littl
e
Churc
h
Aroun
d
th
e
Corner.
'
XVI
The
Furnished
Room
RESTLESS
,
SHIFTING
,
FUGACIOU
S
a
s
tim
e
itself
,
i
s
a
certai
n
 vas
t
bul
k

o
f
th
e
populatio
n
o
f
th
e
redbric
k
distric
t
o
f
th
e
lowe
r
Wes
t
Side
.

O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
7
5
Homeless
,
the
y
hav
e
a
hundre
d
homes
.
The
y
fli
t
fro
m
furnishe
d
roo
m
t
o
furnishe
d
room
,
transient
s
fo
r
eve
r
-
transient
s
i
n
abode
,

transient
s
i
n
hear
t
an
d
mind
.
The
y
sin
g
'Hom
e
Swee
t
Home
'
i
n

ragtime
;
the
y
carr
y
thei
r
lares
et
penates
 i
n
a
bandbox
;
thei
r
vin
e
i
s

entwine
d
abou
t
a
pictur
e
hat
;
a
rubbe
r
plan
t
i
s
thei
r
fi
g
tree
.
Henc
e
th
e
house
s
o
f
thi
s
district
,
havin
g
ha
d
a
thousan
d
dwellers
,
shoul
d
hav
e
 a
thousan
d
tale
s
t
o
tell
,
mostl
y
dul
l
ones
,
n
o

doubt
;
bu
t
i
t
woul
d
b
e
strang
e
i
f
ther
e
coul
d
no
t
b
e
foun
d
a
ghos
t
o
r
tw
o
i
n
th
e
wak
e
o
f
al
l
 thes
e
vagran
t
ghosts
.
On
e
evenin
g
afte
r
dar
k
a
youn
g
ma
n
prowle
d
amon
g
thes
e
crumblin
g
re
d
mansions
,
ringin
g
thei
r
bells
.
A
t
th
e
twelft
h
h
e
reste
d
hi
s
lea
n
hand-baggag
e
upo
n
th
e
ste
p
 an
d
wipe
d
th
e
dus
t

fro
m
hi
s
hat-ban
d
an
d
forehead
.
Th
e
bel
l
sounde
d
fain
t
an
d
fa
r

awa
y
i
n
som
e
remote
,
hollo
w
depths
.
T
o
th
e
doo
r
o
f
this
,
th
e
twelft
h
hous
e
whos
e
bel
l
h
e
ha
d
rung
,
cam
e
a
housekeepe
r
wh
o
mad
e
hi
m
thin
k
o
f
a
n
unwholesome
,
sur

feite
d
wor
m
tha
t
ha
d
eate
n
it
s
nu
t
t
o
a
hollo
w
shel
l
an
d
no
w

sough
t
t
o
fil
l
th
e
vacanc
y
wit
h
edibl
e
lodgers
.
H
e
aske
d
i
f
ther
e
wa
s
a
roo
m
t
o
let
.
'Com
e
in,
'
sai
d
th
e
housekeeper
.
He
r
voic
e
cam
e
fro
m
he
r
throat
;
he
r
throa
t
seeme
d
line
d
wit
h
fur
.
'
I
hav
e
th
e
thir
d
floo
r

back
,
vacan
t
sinc
e
a
wee
k
back
.
Shoul
d
yo
u
wis
h
t
o
loo
k
a
t
it?
'
Th
e
youn
g
ma
n
followe
d
he
r
u
p
th
e
stairs
.
 A
fain
t
ligh
t
fro
m
n
o
particula
r
sourc
e
mitigate
d
th
e
shadow
s
o
f
th
e
halls
.
The
y
tro
d
noiselessl
y
upo
n
a
stai
r
carpe
t
tha
t
it
s
ow
n
loo
m
woul
d
hav
e
for
sworn
.
I
t
seeme
d
t
o
 hav
e
becom
e
vegetable
;
t
o
hav
e
degenerate
d

i
n
tha
t
rank
,
sunles
s
ai
r
t
o
lus
h
liche
n
o
r
spreadin
g
mos
s
tha
t
gre
w
i
n
patche
s
t
o
th
e
staircas
e
an
d
wa
s
visci
d
unde
r
th
e
 foo
t
lik
e
organi
c
matter
.
A
t
eac
h
tur
n
o
f
th
e
stair
s
wer
e
vacan
t
niche
s
i
n
th
e
wall
.
Perhap
s
plant
s
ha
d
onc
e
bee
n
se
t
withi
n
them
.
I
f
s
o
the
y
ha
d
die
d
i
n
tha
t
fou
l
an
d
tainte
d
air
.
I
t
ma
y
b
e
tha
t
statue
s
o
f
th
e
saint
s
ha
d
stoo
d
there
,
bu
t
i
t
wa
s
no
t
difficul
t
t
o
conceiv
e
tha
t
imp
s
an
d
devil
s
ha
d
dragge
d
 the
m
fort
h
i
n
th
e
darknes
s
an
d
dow
n
t
o
the
unhol
y
depth
s
o
f
som
e
furnishe
d
pi
t
below
.
'Thi
s
i
s
th
e
room,
'
sai
d
th
e
housekeeper
,
fro
m
he
r
furr
y
throat
.
'It'
s
a
nic
e
room
.
I
t
ain'
t
ofte
n
vacant
.
I
ha
d
som
e
mos
t
elegan
t
peopl
e
i
n
i
t
las
t
summe
r
-
n
o
troubl
e
a
t
all
,
an
d
pai
d
i
n
advanc
e
t
o

th
e
minute
.
Th
e
water'
s
a
t
th
e
en
d
o
f
th
e
hall
.
Sprowl
s
an
d
Mooney-kep
t
i
t
thre
e
months
.
The
y
don
e
a
vaudevill
e
sketch
.

Mis
s
B'rett
a
Sprowl
s
-
yo
u
ma
y
hav
e
hear
d
o
f
he
r
-
Oh
,
tha
t
wa
s

jus
t
th
e
stag
e
name
s
-
righ
t
ther
e
ove
r
th
e
dresse
r
i
s
wher
e
th
e
marriag
e
certificat
e
hung
,
framed
.
Th
e
ga
s
i
s
here
,
an
d
yo
u
se
e

7
6
O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
ther
e
i
s
plent
y
o
f
close
t
room
.
It'
s
a
roo
m
everybod
y
likes
.
I
t
neve
r
stay
s
idl
e
long.
'
'D
o
yo
u
hav
e
man
y
theatrica
l
peopl
e
roomin
g
here?
'
aske
d
th
e
youn
g
man
.
'The
y
come
s
an
d
goes
.
A
goo
d
proportio
n
o
f
m
y
lodger
s
i
s
con
necte
d
wit
h
th
e
theatres
.
Yes
,
sir
,
thi
s
i
s
th
e
theatrica
l
district
.
Acto
r
peopl
e
neve
r
stay
s
lon
g
anywhere
.
I
ge
t
m
y
share
.
Yes
,
the
y
come
s
an
d
the
y
goes.
'
H
e
engage
d
th
e
room
,
payin
g
fo
r
a
wee
k
i
n
advance
.
H
e
wa
s
tired
,
h
e
said
,
an
d
woul
d
tak
e
possessio
n
a
t
once
.
H
e
counte
d
ou
t
th
e
money
.
Th
e
roo
m
ha
d
bee
n
mad
e
ready
,
sh
e
said
,
eve
n
t
o
towel
s
an
d
water
.
A
s
th
e
housekeepe
r
move
d
awa
y
h
e
put
,
fo
r
th
e
thousandt
h
time
,
th
e
questio
n
tha
t
 h
e
carrie
d
a
t
th
e
en
d
o
f
hi
s
tongue
.
'
A
youn
g
gir
l
-
Mis
s
Vashne
r
-
Mis
s
Elois
e
Vashne
r
-
d
o
yo
u
remembe
r
suc
h
a
on
e
amon
g
you
r
lodgers
?
Sh
e
woul
d
b
e
singin
g
o
n
th
e
stage
,
mos
t
likely
.
A
fai
r
girl
,
o
f
mediu
m
heigh
t
an
d
slender
,
wit
h
reddis
h
gol
d
hai
r
an
d
a
dar
k
mol
e
nea
r
he
r
lef
t
eyebrow.
'
'No
,
I
don'
t
remembe
r
th
e
name
.
The
m
stag
e
peopl
e
ha
s
name
s
the
y
chang
e
a
s
ofte
n
a
s
thei
r
rooms
.
The
y
come
s
an
d
the
y
goes
.
No
,
I
don'
t
cal
l
tha
t
on
e
t
o
mind.
'
No
.
Alway
s
no
.
Fiv
e
month
s
o
f
ceaseles
s
interrogatio
n
an
d
th
e
inevitabl
e
negative
.
S
o
muc
h
tim
e
spen
t
b
y
da
y
i
n
questionin
g
managers
,
agents
,
school
s
an
d
choruses
;
b
y
nigh
t
amon
g
th
e
audi
ence
s
o
f
theatre
s
fro
m
all-sta
r
cast
s
dow
n
t
o
music-hall
s
s
o
lo
w
tha
t
h
e
dreade
d
t
o
find
wha
t
h
e
mos
t
hope
d
for
.
H
e
wh
o
ha
d
love
d
he
r
bes
t
ha
d
trie
d
t
o
find
her
.
H
e
wa
s
sur
e
 tha
t
sinc
e
he
r
disap

pearanc
e
fro
m
hom
e
thi
s
grea
t
water-gir
t
cit
y
hel
d
he
r
some
where
,
bu
t
i
t
wa
s
lik
e
a
monstrou
s
quicksand
,
shiftin
g
it
s
particle
s
constantly
,
wit
h
n
o
foundation
,
it
s
uppe
r
granule
s
o
f
to-da
y
burie
d
to-morro
w
i
n
ooz
e
an
d
slime
.
Th
e
furnishe
d
roo
m
receive
d
it
s
lates
t
gues
t
wit
h
a
first
glo
w
o
f
pseudo-hospitality
,
a
hectic
,
haggard
,
perfunctor
y
welcom
e
lik
e
th
e
speciou
s
smil
e
o
f
a
demirep
.
Th
e
sophistica
l
comfor
t
cam
e
i
n
reflecte
d
gleam
s
fro
m
th
e
decaye
d
furniture
,
th
e
ragge
d
brocad
e
upholster
y
o
f
a
couc
h
an
d
tw
o
chairs
,
a
footwid
e
chea
p
pie
r
glas
s

betwee
n
 th
e
tw
o
windows
,
fro
m
on
e
o
r
tw
o
gil
t
pictur
e
frame
s
an
d

a
bras
s
bedstea
d
i
n
a
corner
.
Th
e
gues
t
reclined
,
inert
,
upo
n
a
chair
,
whil
e
th
e
room
,
con
fuse
d
i
n
speec
h
 a
s
thoug
h
i
t
wer
e
a
n
apartmen
t
i
n
Babel
,
trie
d
t
o

discours
e
t
o
hi
m
o
f
it
s
diver
s
tenantry
.
A
polychromati
c
ru
g
lik
e
som
e
brilliant-flowered
,
rectangular
,

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7
tropica
l
isle
t
la
y
surrounde
d
b
y
a
billow
y
se
a
o
f
soile
d
matting
.
Upo
n
th
e
gay-papere
d
wal
l
wer
e
thos
e
picture
s
tha
t
pursu
e
th
e
homeles
s
on
e
fro
m
hous
e
t
o
hous
e
-
Th
e
 Hugueno
t
Lovers
,
Th
e
Firs
t
Quarrel
,
Th
e
Weddin
g
Breakfast
,
Psych
e
a
t
th
e
Fountain
.
Th
e
mantel'
s
chastel
y
sever
e
outlin
e
wa
s
ingloriousl
y
veile
d
behin
d
som
e
per
t
draper
y
draw
n
rakishl
y
aske
w
lik
e
th
e
sashe
s
o
f
th
e
Ama
zonia
n
ballet
.
Upo
n
i
t
wa
s
som
e
desolat
e
flotsam
cas
t
asid
e
b
y
th
e
room'
s
maroone
d
whe
n
a
luck
y
sai
l
ha
d
born
e
the
m
t
o
a
fresh
por
t

-
a
triflin
g
vas
e
 o
r
two
,
picture
s
o
f
actresses
,
a
medicin
e
bottle
,
som
e
stra
y
card
s
ou
t
o
f
a
deck
.
On
e
b
y
one
,
a
s
th
e
character
s
o
f
a
cryptograp
h
becom
e
explicit
,
th
e
littl
e
sign
s
lef
t
b
y
 th
e
furnishe
d
room'
s
processio
n
o
f
guest
s
develope
d
a
significance
.
Th
e
threadbar
e
spac
e
i
n
th
e
ru
g
i
n
fron
t
o
f
th
e
dresse
r
tol
d
tha
t
lovel
y
woma
n
ha
d
marche
d
i
n
th
e
throng
.

Tin
y
finger-prints
o
n
th
e
wal
l
spok
e
o
f
littl
e
prisoner
s
tryin
g
t
o

fee
l
thei
r
wa
y
t
o
su
n
an
d
air
.
A
splattere
d
stain
,
rayin
g
lik
e
th
e

shado
w
o
f
a
burstin
g
bomb
,
witnesse
d
wher
e
a
hurle
d
glas
s
o
r
bottl
e
ha
d
splintere
d
wit
h
it
s
content
s
agains
t
th
e
wall
.
Acros
s
th
e
pie
r
glas
s
ha
d
bee
n
scrawle
d
wit
h
a
diamon
d
i
n
staggerin
g
letter
s
th
e
nam
e
'Marie.
'
I
t
 seeme
d
tha
t
th
e
successio
n
o
f
dweller
s
i
n
th
e
furnishe
d
roo
m
ha
d
turne
d
i
n
fur
y
-
perhap
s
tempte
d
beyon
d

bearanc
e
b
y
it
s
garis
h
coldnes
s
-
an
d
wreake
d
upo
n
i
t
thei
r
pas
sions
.
Th
e
furnitur
e
wa
s
chippe
d
an
d
bruised
;
th
e
couch
,
distorte
d
b
y
burstin
g
springs
,
seeme
d
a
horribl
e
monste
r
tha
t
ha
d
bee
n
slai
n
durin
g
th
e
stres
s
o
f
som
e
grotesqu
e
convulsion
.
Som
e
mor
e
poten
t
upheava
l
ha
d
clove
n
a
grea
t
slic
e
fro
m
th
e
marbl
e
mantel
.
Eac
h
plan
k
i
n
th
e
floo
r
owne
d
it
s
particula
r
can
t
an
d
shrie
k
a
s
fro
m
a
separat
e
an
d
individua
l
agony
.
I
t
seeme
d
incredibl
e
tha
t
al
l
thi
s
malic
e
an
d
injur
y
ha
d
bee
n
wrough
t
upo
n
th
e
roo
m
b
y
thos
e
wh
o
ha
d
calle
d
i
t
fo
r
a
tim
e
thei
r
home
;
an
d
ye
t
i
t
ma
y
hav
e
bee
n
th
e
cheate
d
hom
e
instinc
t
survivin
g
blindly
,
th
e
resentfu
l
rag
e
a
t

fals
e
househol
d
god
s
tha
t
ha
d
kindle
d
thei
r
wrath
.
A
hu
t
tha
t
i
s
ou
r
ow
n
w
e
ca
n
swee
p
an
d
ador
n
 an
d
cherish
.
Th
e
youn
g
tenan
t
i
n
th
e
chai
r
allowe
d
thes
e
thought
s
t
o
file,
soft-shod
,
throug
h
hi
s
mind
,
whil
e
ther
e
drifte
d
int
o
th
e
roo
m
furnishe
d
sound
s
an
d
furnishe
d
scents
.
H
e
hear
d
 i
n
on
e
roo
m
a
titterin
g
an
d
incontinent
,
slac
k
laughter
;
i
n
other
s
th
e
monologu
e
o
f
a
scold
,
th
e
rattlin
g
o
f
dice
,
a
lullaby
,
an
d
on
e
cryin
g
dully
;

abov
e
hi
m
a
banj
o
tinkle
d
 wit
h
spirit
.
Door
s
bange
d
somewhere
;

th
e
elevate
d
train
s
roare
d
intermittently
;
a
ca
t
yowle
d
miserabl
y
upo
n
a
bac
k
fence
.
An
d
h
e
breathe
d
th
e
breat
h
o
f
th
e
hous
e
-
a
dan
k
savou
r
rathe
r
 tha
n
a
smel
l
-
a
cold
,
must
y
effluviu
m
a
s
fro
m

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undergroun
d
vault
s
mingle
d
wit
h
th
e
reekin
g
exhalation
s
o
f
linoleu
m
an
d
mildewe
d
an
d
rotte
n
woodwork
.
Then
,
suddenly
,
a
s
h
e
reste
d
there
,
th
e
roo
m
wa
s
filled
wit
h
th
e
strong
,
swee
t
odou
r
o
f
mignonette
.
I
t
cam
e
a
s
upo
n
a
singl
e
buffe
t
o
f
win
d
wit
h
suc
h
surenes
s
an
d
fragrance
 an
d
emphasi
s
tha
t
i
t
almos
t
seeme
d
a
livin
g
visitant
.
An
d
th
e
ma
n
crie
d
aloud
,
'What
,
dear?
'
a
s
i
f
h
e
ha
d
bee
n
called
,
an
d
spran
g
u
p
an
d
face
d
about
.
Th
e
ric
h
 odou
r
clun
g
t
o
hi
m
an
d
wrappe
d
hi
m
about
.
H
e
reache
d
ou
t
hi
s
arm
s
fo
r
it
,
al
l
hi
s
sense
s
fo
r
th
e
tim
e
confuse
d
an
d
commin
gled
.
Ho
w
coul
d
on
e
b
e
peremptoril
y
 calle
d
b
y
a
n
odour
?
Surel
y
i
t
mus
t
hav
e
bee
n
a
sound
.
But
,
wa
s
i
t
no
t
th
e
soun
d
tha
t
ha
d
touched
,
tha
t
ha
d
caresse
d
him
?
'Sh
e
ha
s
bee
n
i
n
thi
s
room,
'
 h
e
cried
,
an
d
h
e
spran
g
t
o
wres
t
from
i
t
a
token
,
fo
r
h
e
kne
w
h
e
woul
d
recogniz
e
th
e
smalles
t
thin
g
tha
t
ha
d
belonge
d
t
o
he
r
o
r
tha
t
sh
e
ha
d
touched
.
Thi
s
envelopin
g
scen
t
o
f
mignonette
,
th
e
odou
r
tha
t
sh
e
ha
d
love
d
an
d
mad
e
he
r
ow
n
-
whenc
e
cam
e
it
?
Th
e
roo
m
ha
d
bee
n
bu
t
carelessl
y
se
t
i
n
order
.
Scattere
d
upo
n
th
e
flims
y
dresse
r
scar
f
wer
e
hal
f
a
doze
n
hairpin
s
-
thos
e
discreet
,
indistinguishabl
e
friends
o
f
womankind
,
feminin
e
o
f
gender
,
infi

nit
e
o
f
moo
d
an
d
uncommunicativ
e
o
f
tense
.
Thes
e
h
e
ignored
,
consciou
s
o
f
thei
r
triumphan
t
lac
k
o
f
identity
.
Ransackin
g
th
e

drawer
s
o
f
th
e
dresse
r
h
e
cam
e
upo
n
a
discarded
,
tiny
,
ragge
d
handkerchief
.
H
e
presse
d
i
t
t
o
hi
s
face
.
I
t
wa
s
rac
y
an
d
 insolen
t
wit
h
heliotrope
;
h
e
hurle
d
i
t
t
o
th
e
floor
.
I
n
anothe
r
drawe
r
h
e
foun
d
od
d
buttons
,
a
theatr
e
programme
,
a
pawnbroker'
s
card
,
tw
o
los
t
marshmallows
,
a
boo
k
o
n
th
e
divinatio
n
o
f
 dreams
.
I
n
th
e

las
t
wa
s
a
woman'
s
blac
k
sati
n
hair-bow
,
whic
h
halte
d
him
,
poise
d

betwee
n
ic
e
an
d
fire
.
Bu
t
th
e
blac
k
sati
n
hair-bo
w
als
o
i
s
feminin

ity'
s
demure
,
impersonal
,
 commo
n
ornament
,
an
d
tell
s
n
o
tales
.
An
d
the
n
h
e
traverse
d
th
e
roo
m
lik
e
a
houn
d
o
n
th
e
scent
,
skimmin
g
th
e
walls
,
considerin
g
th
e
corner
s
o
f
th
e
bulgin
g
mat
tin
g
o
n
hi
s
hand
s
an
d
knees
,
rummagin
g
mante
l
an
d
tables
,
th
e
curtain
s
an
d
hangings
,
th
e
drunke
n
cabine
t
i
n
th
e
corner
,
fo
r
a
vis

ibl
e
sig
n
unabl
e
t
o
perceiv
e
tha
t
sh
e
wa
s
ther
e
beside
,
around
,
against
,
within
,
abov
e
him
,
clingin
g
t
o
him
,
wooin
g
him
,
callin
g

hi
m
s
o
poignantl
y
throug
h
th
e
fine
r
sense
s
tha
t
eve
n
hi
s
grosse
r
one
s
becam
e
cognizan
t
o
f
the
call
.
Onc
e
 agai
n
h
e
answere
d
loudly
,
'Yes
,
dear!
'
an
d
turned
,
wild-eyed
,
t
o
gaz
e
o
n
vacancy
,
fo
r
h
e

coul
d
no
t
ye
t
discer
n
for
m
an
d
colou
r
an
d
lov
e
an
d
outstretche
d
arm
s
i
n
th
e
 odou
r
o
f
mignonette
.
Oh
,
God
!
whenc
e
tha
t
odour
,

an
d
sinc
e
whe
n
hav
e
odour
s
ha
d
a
voic
e
t
o
call
?
Thu
s
h
e
groped
.

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H
e
burrowe
d
i
n
crevice
s
an
d
corners
,
an
d
foun
d
cork
s
an
d
ciga
rettes
.
Thes
e
h
e
passe
d
i
n
passiv
e
contempt
.
Bu
t
onc
e
h
e
foun
d
i
n
a
fol
d
o
f
th
e
mattin
g
a
half-smoke
d
cigar
,
an
d
thi
s
h
e
groun
d
beneat
h
hi
s
hee
l
wit
h
a
gree
n
an
d
trenchan
t
oath
.
H
e
sifte
d
th
e
roo
m
fro
m
en
d
t
o
end
.
H
e
foun
d
drear
y
an
d
ignobl
e
smal
l
record
s
o
f
man
y
a
peripateti
c
 tenant
;
bu
t
o
f
he
r
who
m
h
e
sought
,
an
d
wh
o
ma
y
hav
e
lodge
d
there
,
an
d
whos
e
spiri
t
seeme
d
t
o
hove
r
there
,
h
e

foun
d
n
o
trace
.
An
d
the
n
h
e
though
t
o
f
 th
e
housekeeper
.
H
e
ra
n
fro
m
th
e
haunte
d
roo
m
downstair
s
an
d
t
o
a
doo
r
tha
t
showe
d
a
crac
k
o
f
light
.
Sh
e
cam
e
ou
t
t
o
hi
s
knock
.
H
e
smothere
d

hi
s
excitemen
t
a
s
 bes
t
h
e
could
.
'Wil
l
yo
u
tel
l
me
,
madam,
'
h
e
besough
t
her
,
'wh
o
occupie
d
th
e
roo
m
I
hav
e
befor
e
I
came?
'
'Yes
,
sir
.
I
ca
n
tel
l
yo
u
again
.
'Twa
s
Sprowl
s
an
d
Mooney
,
 a
s
I
said
.
Mis
s
B'rett
a
Sprowl
s
i
t
wa
s
i
n
th
e
theatres
,
bu
t
Missi
s
Moone
y
sh
e
was
.
M
y
hous
e
i
s
wel
l
know
n
fo
r
respectability
.
Th
e
marriag
e
certificat
e
hung
,
framed
,
o
n
a
nai
l
ove
r
-
'
'Wha
t
kin
d
o
f
a
lad
y
wa
s
Mis
s
Sprowl
s
-
i
n
looks
,
I
mean?
'
'Why
,
black-haired
,
sir
,
shor
t
an
d
stout
,
wit
h
a
comica
l
face
.
The
y
lef
t
a
wee
k
ag
o
Tuesday.
'
'An
d
befor
e
the
y
occupie
d
it?
'
'Why
,
ther
e
wa
s
a
singl
e
gentlema
n
connecte
d
wit
h
th
e
drayin
g
business
.
H
e
lef
t
owin
g
m
e
a
week
.
Befor
e
hi
m
wa
s
Missi
s
Crowde
r

an
d
he
r
tw
o
children
,
tha
t
staye
d
fou
r
months
;
an
d
bac
k
o
f
the
m
wa
s
ol
d
Mr
.
Doyle
,
whos
e
son
s
pai
d
fo
r
him
.
H
e
kep
t
th
e
roo
m
si
x
months
.
Tha
t
goe
s
bac
k
a
year
,
sir
,
an
d
furthe
r
I
d
o
no
t
remember.
'
H
e
thanke
d
he
r
an
d
crep
t
bac
k
t
o
hi
s
room
.
Th
e
roo
m
wa
s
dead
.
Th
e
essenc
e
tha
t
ha
d
vivifie
d
i
t
wa
s
gone
.
Th
e
perfum
e
o
f
mignonett
e
ha
d
departed
.
I
n
it
s
plac
e
wa
s
th
e
old
,
stal
e
odou
r
o
f

mould
y
hous
e
furniture
,
o
f
atmospher
e
i
n
storage
.
Th
e
ebbin
g
o
f
hi
s
hop
e
draine
d
hi
s
faith
.
H
e
sa
t
starin
g
a
t
th
e
yellow
,
singin
g
gaslight
.
Soo
n
h
e
walke
d
t
o
th
e
be
d
an
d
bega
n
t
o
tea
r
the
sheet
s
int
o
strips
.
Wit
h
th
e
blad
e
o
f
hi
s
knif
e
h
e
drov
e
the
m
tightl
y
int
o
ever
y
crevic
e
aroun
d
window
s
an
d
door
.
Whe
n

al
l
wa
s
snu
g
an
d
tau
t
h
e
turne
d
ou
t
th
e
light
,
turne
d
th
e
ga
s
ful
l
o
n
agai
n
an
d
lai
d
himsel
f
gratefull
y
upo
n
th
e
bed
.
Ł
Ł
Ł Ł
Ł
I
t
wa
s
Mrs
.
McCool'
s
nigh
t
t
o
g
o
wit
h
th
e
ca
n
fo
r
beer
.
S
o
sh
e
fetche
d
i
t
an
d
sa
t
wit
h
Mrs
.
Purd
y
i
n
on
e
o
f
thos
e
subterranea
n
8
0
O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
retreat
s
wher
e
housekeeper
s
foregathe
r
an
d
th
e
wor
m
diet
h
seldom
.
'
I
rente
d
ou
t
m
y
thir
d
floo
r
back
,
thi
s
evening,
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
Purdy
,
acros
s
a
 fin
e
circl
e
o
f
foam
.
'
A
youn
g
ma
n
too
k
it
.
H
e
wen
t
u
p
t
o

be
d
tw
o
hour
s
ago
.
'Now
,
di
d
ye
,
Mrs
.
Purdy
,
ma'am?
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
McCool
,
wit
h
intens
e
admiration
.
 'Yo
u
d
o
b
e
a
wonde
r
fo
r
rentin
'
room
s
o
f
tha
t
kind
.
An
d
di
d
y
e
tel
l
him
,
then?
'
sh
e
conclude
d
i
n
a
husk
y
whisper
,

lade
n
wit
h
mystery
.
'Rooms,
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
Purdy
,
 i
n
he
r
furries
t
tones
,
'ar
e
furnishe
d
fo
r
t
o
rent
.
I
di
d
no
t
tel
l
him
,
Mrs
.
McCool.
'
'
'Ti
s
righ
t
y
e
are
,
ma'am
;
'ti
s
b
y
rentin
g
room
s
w
e
kap
e
alive
.
Y
e
hav
e
th
e
ral
e
sens
e
fo
r
business
,
ma'am
.
Ther
e
b
e
man
y
peopl
e

wil
l
rayjic
t
th
e
rentin
'
o
f
a
roo
m
i
f
the
y
b
e
toul
d
a
suicid
e
ha
s
bee
n
afte
r
dyin
'
i
n
th
e
be
d
o
f
it.
'
'A
s
yo
u
say
,
w
e
ha
s
ou
r
livin
g
t
o
b
e
making,
'
remarke
d
Mrs
,
Purdy
.
'Yis
,
ma'am
;
'ti
s
true
.
'Ti
s
jus
t
on
e
wak
e
ag
o
thi
s
da
y
I
helpe
d
y
e
la
y
ou
t
th
e
thir
d
floo
r
back
.
A
prett
y
sli
p
o
f
a
collee
n
sh
e
wa
s
t
o
b
e

killin
'
hersel
f
wi
d
th
e
ga
s
a
swat
e
littl
e
fac
e
sh
e
had
,
Mrs
.
Purdy
,
ma'am.
'
'She'
d
 a-bee
n
calle
d
handsome
,
a
s
yo
u
say,
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
Purdy
,
assentin
g
bu
t
critical
,
'bu
t
fo
r
tha
t
mol
e
sh
e
ha
d
a-growin
'
b
y
he
r

lef
t
eyebrow
.
D
o
fil
l
u
p
you
r
glas
s
again
,
 Mrs
.
McCool.
'
XVII
The
Brief
Debut
of
Tildy
I
F
YO
U
D
O
NO
T
KNO
W
Bogle'
s
Cho
p
Hous
e
an
d
Famil
y
Restau
ran
t
i
t
i
s
you
r
loss
.
Fo
r
i
f
yo
u
ar
e
on
e
o
f
th
e
fortunat
e
one
s
 wh
o

din
e
expensivel
y
yo
u
shoul
d
b
e
intereste
d
t
o
kno
w
ho
w
th
e
othe
r

hal
f
consume
s
provisions
.
An
d
i
f
yo
u
belon
g
t
o
th
e
hal
f
t
o
who
m
waiters
'
check
s
ar
e
thing
s
o
f
moment
,
yo
u
shoul
d
kno
w
Bogle's
,
fo
r
ther
e
yo
u
ge
t
you
r
money'
s
wort
h
-
i
n
quantity
,
a
t
least
.
Bogle'
s
i
s
situate
d
i
n
tha
t
highwa
y
o
f
bourgeoisie,
tha
t
boulevar
d
o
f
Brown-Jones-and-Robinson
,
Eight
h
 Avenue
.
Ther
e
ar
e
tw
o

row
s
o
f
table
s
i
n
th
e
room
,
si
x
i
n
eac
h
row
.
O
n
eac
h
tabl
e
i
s
a

castor-stand
,
containin
g
cruet
s
o
f
condiment
s
an
d
seasons
.
Fro
m

th
e
peppe
r
crue
t
yo
u
ma
y
shak
e
a
clou
d
o
f
somethin
g
tasteles
s

an
d
melancholy
,
lik
e
volcani
c
dust
.
Fro
m
th
e
sal
t
crue
t
yo
u
ma
y

17
8
O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
'
A
ver
y
 sa
d
one,
'
say
s
he
,
layin
g
th
e
point
s
o
f
hi
s
manicure
d
fin
ger
s
together
.
'A
n
utterl
y
incorrigibl
e
girl
.
I
a
m
Specia
l
Terrestria
l
Office
r
th
e
Reveren
d
Jones
.
Th
e
cas
e
wa
s
assigne
d
t
o
me
.
Th
e
gir
l
murdere
d
he
r
fianc
é
an
d
committe
d
suicide
.
Sh
e
ha
d
n
o
defence
.
M
y
repor
t
t
o
th
e
cour
t
relate
s
th
e
fact
s
i
n
detail
,
al
l
o
f
whic
h
ar
e
substantiate
d
b
y
reliabl
e
 witnesses
.
Th
e
wage
s
o
f
si
n
i
s
death
.
Prais
e
th
e
Lord.
'
Th
e
cour
t
office
r
opene
d
th
e
doo
r
an
d
steppe
d
out
.
'Poo
r
girl,
'
sai
d
Specia
l
Terrestria
l
Office
r
th
e
Reveren
d
Jones
,
wit
h
a
 tea
r
i
n
hi
s
eye
.
'I
t
wa
s
on
e
o
f
th
e
saddes
t
case
s
tha
t
I
eve
r

me
t
with
.
O
f
cours
e
sh
e
wa
s
-
'
'Discharged,
'
sai
d
th
e
cour
t
officer
.
'Com
e
here
,
Jonesy
.
Firs
t
thin
g
yo
u
kno
w
you'l
l
b
e
switche
d
t
o
th
e
pot-pi
e
squad
.
Ho
w
woul
d
yo
u
lik
e
t
o
b
e
o
n
th
e
missionar
y
forc
e
i
n
th
e
Sout
h
Se
a

Island
s
-
hey
?
Now
,
yo
u
 qui
t
makin
g
thes
e
fals
e
arrests
,
o
r
you'l
l
b
e
transferre
d
-
see
?
Th
e
guilt
y
part
y
you'v
e
go
t
t
o
loo
k
fo
r
i
n
thi
s

cas
e
i
s
a
red-haired
,
unshaven
,
untid
y
man
,
sittin
g
b
y
 th
e
windo
w

reading
,
i
n
hi
s
stockin
g
feet
,
whil
e
hi
s
childre
n
pla
y
i
n
th
e
streets
.
Ge
t
a
mov
e
o
n
you.
'
Now
,
wasn'
t
tha
t
a
sill
y
dream
?
XXXIII
The
Last
Leaf
I
N
A
LITTL
E
DISTRIC
T
wes
t
o
f
Washingto
n
Squar
e
th
e
street
s
hav
e

ru
n
craz
y
an
d
broke
n
themselve
s
int
o
smal
l
strip
s
calle
d
'places.
'
Thes
e
'places
'
mak
e
strang
e
angle
s
an
d
curves
.
On
e
stree
t
crosse
s

itsel
f
 a
tim
e
o
r
two
.
A
n
artis
t
onc
e
discovere
d
a
valuabl
e
possibilit
y

i
n
thi
s
street
.
Suppos
e
a
collecto
r
wit
h
a
bil
l
fo
r
paints
,
pape
r
an
d
canva
s
should
,
i
n
traversin
g
thi
s
route
,
suddenl
y
 mee
t
himsel
f

comin
g
back
,
withou
t
a
cen
t
havin
g
bee
n
pai
d
o
n
account
!
So
,
t
o
quain
t
ol
d
Greenwic
h
Villag
e
th
e
ar
t
peopl
e
soo
n
cam
e
prowling
,
huntin
g
fo
r
nort
h
window
s
an
d
eighteenth-centur
y
gable
s
an
d
Dutc
h
attic
s
an
d
lo
w
rents
.
The
n
the
y
importe
d
som
e
pewte
r
mug
s
an
d
a
chafin
g
dis
h
o
r
tw
o
fro
m
Sixt
h
Avenue
,
an
d

becam
e
a
'colony.
'
A
t
th
e
to
p
o
f
a
squatty
,
three-stor
y
bric
k
Su
e
an
d
Johns
y
ha
d
thei
r
studio
.
'Johnsy
'
wa
s
familia
r
fo
r
Joanna
.
On
e
wa
s
fro
m
Maine
,
th
e
othe
r
fro
m
California
.
The
y
ha
d
me
t
a
t
th
e
tabl
e
d'hôt
e
o
f
a
n
Eight
h
Stree
t
'Delmonico's,
'
an
d
foun
d
thei
r
taste
s
i
n

O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
17
9
art
,
chicor
y
sala
d
an
d
bisho
p
sleeve
s
s
o
congenia
l
tha
t
th
e
join
t
studi
o
 resulted
.
Tha
t
wa
s
i
n
May
.
I
n
Novembe
r
a
cold
,
unsee
n
stranger
,
who
m
th
e
doctor
s
calle
d
Pneumonia
,
stalke
d
abou
t
th
e
colony
,
touchin
g
on
e
her
e
an
d
ther
e
wit
h
hi
s
ic
y
finger
.
Ove
r
 o
n
th
e
Eas
t
Sid
e
thi
s
ravage
r
strod
e
boldly
,
smitin
g
hi
s
victim
s
b
y
scores
,
bu
t
hi
s
fee
t

tro
d
slowl
y
throug
h
th
e
maz
e
o
f
th
e
narro
w
an
d
moss-grow
n
'places.
'
Mr
.
Pneumoni
a
 wa
s
no
t
wha
t
yo
u
woul
d
cal
l
a
chivalri
c
ol
d
gen
tleman
.
A
mit
e
o
f
a
littl
e
woma
n
wit
h
bloo
d
thinne
d
b
y
Californ
ia
n
zephyr
s
wa
s
hardl
y
fai
r
gam
e
fo
r
th
e
red-fisted
,
short-breathe
d
ol
d
duffer
.
Bu
t
Johns
y
h
e
smote
;
an
d
sh
e
lay
,
scarcel
y
moving
,
o
n
he
r
painte
d
iro
n
bedstead
,
lookin
g
throug
h
th
e
smal
l
Dutc
h
window-pane
s
a
t
th
e
blan
k
sid
e
o
f
th
e
nex
t
bric
k
house
.
On
e
mornin
g
th
e
bus
y
docto
r
invite
d
Su
e
int
o
th
e
hallwa
y
wit
h
a
shaggy
,
gre
y
eyebrow
.
'Sh
e
ha
s
on
e
chanc
e
i
n
-
le
t
u
s
say
,
ten,
'
h
e
said
,
a
s
h
e
 shoo
k
dow
n
th
e
mercur
y
i
n
hi
s
clinica
l
thermometer
.
'An
d
tha
t
chanc
e
i
s
fo
r
he
r
t
o
wan
t
t
o
live
.
Thi
s
wa
y
peopl
e
hav
e
o
f
lining-u
p
o
n
th
e

sid
e
o
f
th
e
 undertake
r
make
s
th
e
entir
e
pharmacopœi
a
loo
k
silly
.
You
r
littl
e
lad
y
ha
s
mad
e
u
p
he
r
min
d
tha
t
she'
s
no
t
goin
g
t
o
ge
t

well
.
Ha
s
sh
e
anythin
g
o
n
he
r
mind?
'
'Sh
e
 -
sh
e
wante
d
t
o
pain
t
th
e
Ba
y
o
f
Naple
s
som
e
day,
'
sai
d
Sue
.
'Paint
?
-
bosh
!
Ha
s
sh
e
anythin
g
o
n
he
r
min
d
wort
h
thinkin
g
abou
t
twic
e
-
a
man
,
fo
r
instance?
'
'
A
man?
'
sai
d
Sue
,
wit
h
a
jews'-har
p
twan
g
i
n
he
r
voice
.
'I
s
a
ma
n
wort
h
-
but
,
no
,
doctor
;
ther
e
i
s
nothin
g
o
f
th
e
kind.
'
'Well
,
i
t
i
s
th
e
weakness
,
then,
'
sai
d
th
e
doctor
.
'
I
wil
l
d
o
al
l
tha
t
science
,
s
o
fa
r
a
s
i
t
ma
y
filte
r
throug
h
m
y
efforts
,
ca
n
accomplish
.

Bu
t
wheneve
r
m
y
patien
t
begin
s
t
o
coun
t
th
e
carriage
s
i
n
he
r

funera
l
processio
n
I
subtrac
t
5
0
pe
r
cen
t
fro
m
th
e
curativ
e
powe
r

o
f
medicines
.
I
f
yo
u
wil
l
ge
t
he
r
t
o
as
k
on
e
questio
n
abou
t
th
e
ne
w
winte
r
style
s
i
n
cloa
k
sleeve
s
I
wil
l
promis
e
yo
u
a
one-in-fiv
e
chanc
e
fo
r
her
,
instea
d
o
f
on
e
i
n
ten.
'
Afte
r
th
e
docto
r
ha
d
gone
,
Su
e
wen
t
int
o
th
e
workroo
m
an
d
crie
d
a
Japanes
e
napki
n
t
o
a
pulp
.
The
n
sh
e
swaggere
d
int
o
Johnsy'
s
roo
m
wit
h
he
r
drawing-board
,
whistlin
g
ragtime
.
Johns
y
lay
,
scarcel
y
makin
g
a
rippl
e
unde
r
th
e
bedclothes
,
wit
h
he
r
fac
e
towar
d
th
e
window
.
Su
e
 stoppe
d
whistling
,
thinkin
g
sh
e
wa
s
asleep
.
Sh
e
arrange
d
he
r
boar
d
an
d
bega
n
a
pen-and-in
k
drawin
g
t
o

18
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S
illustrat
e
a
magazin
e
story
.
Youn
g
artist
s
mus
t
pav
e
thei
r
wa
y
t
o
Ar
t
b
y
drawin
g
picture
s
fo
r
magazin
e
storie
s
tha
t
youn
g
author
s
writ
e
t
o
pav
e
thei
r
wa
y
t
o
Literature
.
A
s
Su
e
wa
s
sketchin
g
a
pai
r
o
f
elegan
t
horsesho
w
ridin
g
trouser
s
an
d
a
monocl
e
o
n
th
e
figur
e
o
f
th
e
hero
,
a
n
Idah
o
cowboy
,
sh
e
hear
d
a
lo
w
sound
,
severa
l
time
s
repeated
.
Sh
e
wen
t
quickl
y
t
o
th
e
bedside
.
Johnsy'
s
eye
s
wer
e
 ope
n
wide
.
Sh
e
wa
s
lookin
g
ou
t
th
e
windo
w
an
d
countin
g
-
countin
g
backward
.
'Twelve,
'
sh
e
said
,
an
d
a
littl
e
later
,
'eleven'
;
an
d
the
n
'ten,
'
an
d
'nine'
;
an
d
the
n
'eight
'
an
d
'seven,
'
almos
t
together
.
Su
e
looke
d
solicitousl
y
ou
t
th
e
window
.
Wha
t
wa
s
ther
e
t
o
count
?
Ther
e
wa
s
onl
y
a
bare
,
drear
y
yar
d
t
o
b
e
seen
,
an
d
th
e
blan
k
sid
e
o
f
th
e
bric
k
hous
e
twent
y
fee
t
away
.
A
n
old
,
ol
d
iv
y
vine
,
gnarle
d
an
d
decaye
d
a
t
th
e
roots
,
climbe
d
half-wa
y
u
p
th
e
bric
k
wall
.
Th
e
col
d
breat
h
o
f
autum
n
ha
d
stricke
n
it
s
 leave
s
fro
m

th
e
vin
e
unti
l
it
s
skeleto
n
branche
s
clung
,
almos
t
bare
,
t
o
th
e
crumblin
g
bricks
.
'Wha
t
i
s
it
,
dear?
'
aske
d
Sue
.
'Six,
'
sai
d
Johnsy
,
i
n
almos
t
a
whisper
.
'They'r
e
fallin
g
faste
r
now
.
Thre
e
day
s
ag
o
ther
e
wer
e
almos
t
a
hundred
.
I
t
mad
e
m
y
hea
d
ach
e
t
o
coun
t
them
.
Bu
t
no
w
it'
s
easy
.
Ther
e
goe
s
anothe
r
one
.
Ther
e
ar
e
onl
y
fiv
e
lef
t
now.
'
'Fiv
e
what
,
dear
?
Tel
l
you
r
Sudie.
'
'Leaves
.
O
n
th
e
iv
y
vine
.
Whe
n
th
e
las
t
on
e
fall
s
I
mus
t
g
o
too
.
I'v
e
know
n
tha
t
fo
r
thre
e
days
.
Didn'
t
th
e
docto
r
tel
l
you?
'
'Oh
,
I
neve
r
hear
d
o
f
suc
h
nonsense,
'
complaine
d
Sue
,
wit
h
magnificen
t
scorn
.
'Wha
t
hav
e
ol
d
ivy
leave
s
t
o
d
o
wit
h
you
r
get

tin
g
well
?
An
d
yo
u
use
d
 t
o
lov
e
tha
t
vin
e
so
,
yo
u
naught
y
girl
.

Don'
t
b
e
a
goosey
.
Why
,
th
e
docto
r
tol
d
m
e
thi
s
mornin
g
tha
t
you
r
chance
s
fo
r
gettin
g
wel
l
rea
l
soo
n
wer
e
-
let'
s
 se
e
exactl
y

wha
t
h
e
sai
d
-
h
e
sai
d
th
e
chance
s
wer
e
te
n
t
o
one
!
Why
,
that'
s
almos
t
a
s
goo
d
a
chanc
e
a
s
w
e
hav
e
i
n
Ne
w
Yor
k
whe
n
w
e
rid
e
 o
n
th
e
street-car
s
o
r
wal
k
pas
t
a
ne
w
building
.
Tr
y
t
o
tak
e
som
e
brot
h

now
,
an
d
le
t
Sudi
e
g
o
bac
k
t
o
he
r
drawing
,
s
o
sh
e
ca
n
sel
l
th
e
edito
r
ma
n
wit
h
it
,
an
d
bu
y
por
t
win
e
fo
r
he
r
sic
k
child
,
an
d
pork
-
chop
s
fo
r
he
r
greed
y
self.
'
'Yo
u
needn'
t
ge
t
an
y
mor
e
wine,
'
sai
d
Johnsy
,
keepin
g
he
r
eye
s
fixe
d
 ou
t
th
e
window
.
'Ther
e
goe
s
another
.
No
,
I
don'
t
wan
t
an
y
broth
.
Tha
t
leave
s
jus
t
four
.
I
wan
t
t
o
se
e
th
e
las
t
on
e
fal
l
befor
e
i
t
get
s
dark
.
The
n
I'l
l
g
o
too.
'

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18
1
'Johnsy
,
dear,
'
sai
d
Sue
,
bendin
g
ove
r
her
,
'wil
l
yo
u
promis
e
m
e
t
o
kee
p
you
r
eye
s
closed
,
an
d
no
t
loo
k
ou
t
o
f
 th
e
windo
w
unti
l
I
a
m
don
e
working
?
I
mus
t
han
d
thos
e
drawing
s
i
n
b
y
to-morrow
.
I
nee
d
th
e
ligh
t
o
r
I
woul
d
dra
w
th
e
shad
e
down.
'
'Couldn'
t
yo
u
dra
w
i
n
th
e
othe
r
room?
'
aske
d
Johns
y
coldly
.
'I'
d
rathe
r
b
e
her
e
b
y
you,
'
sai
d
Sue
.
'Besides
,
I
don'
t
wan
t
yo
u
t
o
kee
p
lookin
g
a
t
thos
e
sill
y
iv
y
leaves.
'
'Tel
l
m
e
a
s
soo
n
a
s
yo
u
hav
e
finished,
'
sai
d
Johnsy
,
closin
g
he
r
eyes
,
an
d
lyin
g
whit
e
an
d
stil
l
a
s
a
falle
n
statue
,
'becaus
e
I
wan
t
t
o
se
e
th
e
las
t
on
e
fall
.
I'
m
tire
d
o
f
waiting
.
 I'm
tire
d
o
f
thinking
.
I
wan
t
t
o
tur
n
loos
e
m
y
hol
d
o
n
everything
,
an
d
g
o
sailin
g
down
,
down
,
jus
t
lik
e
on
e
o
f
thos
e
poor
,
tire
d
leaves.
'
'Tr
y
t
o
sleep,
'
sai
d
Sue
.
'
I
mus
t
cal
l
Behrma
n
u
p
t
o
b
e
m
y
mode
l
fo
r
th
e
ol
d
hermi
t
miner
.
I'l
l
no
t
b
e
gon
e
a
minute
.
Don'
t
tr
y
t
o
mov
e
til
l
I
com
e
back.
'
Ol
d
Behrma
n
 wa
s
a
painte
r
wh
o
live
d
o
n
th
e
groun
d
floo
r
beneat
h
them
.
H
e
wa
s
pas
t
sixt
y
an
d
ha
d
a
Michae
l
Angelo'
s
Mose
s
bear
d
curlin
g
dow
n
fro
m
th
e
hea
d
o
f
a
saty
r
alon
g
 th
e
bod
y
o
f
a
n
imp
.
Behrma
n
wa
s
a
failur
e
i
n
art
.
Fort
y
year
s
h
e
ha
d
wielde
d
th
e

brus
h
withou
t
gettin
g
nea
r
enoug
h
t
o
touc
h
th
e
he
m
o
f
hi
s
Mis
tress'
s
 robe
.
H
e
ha
d
bee
n
alway
s
abou
t
t
o
pain
t
a
masterpiece
,
bu
t
ha
d
neve
r
ye
t
begu
n
it
.
Fo
r
severa
l
year
s
h
e
ha
d
painte
d
nothin
g

excep
t
no
w
an
d
the
n
a
dau
b
i
n
 th
e
lin
e
o
f
commerc
e
o
r
advertising
.

H
e
earne
d
a
littl
e
b
y
servin
g
a
s
a
mode
l
t
o
thos
e
youn
g
artist
s
i
n

th
e
colon
y
wh
o
coul
d
no
t
pa
y
th
e
pric
e
o
f
a
 professional
.
H
e
dran
k

gi
n
t
o
excess
,
an
d
stil
l
talke
d
o
f
hi
s
comin
g
masterpiece
.
Fo
r
th
e
res
t
h
e
wa
s
a
fierc
e
littl
e
ol
d
man
,
wh
o
scoffe
d
terribl
y
a
t
softnes
s
i
n
anyone
,
an
d
wh
o
regarde
d
himsel
f
a
s
especia
l
mastiff-in-waitin
g
t
o
protec
t
th
e
tw
o
youn
g
artist
s
i
n
th
e
studi
o
above
.
Su
e
foun
d
Behrma
n
smellin
g
strongl
y
o
f
junipe
r
berrie
s
i
n
hi
s
dimly-lighte
d
de
n
 below
.
I
n
on
e
corne
r
wa
s
a
blan
k
canva
s
o
n
a
n

ease
l
tha
t
ha
d
bee
n
waitin
g
ther
e
fo
r
twenty-fiv
e
year
s
t
o
receiv
e

th
e
firs
t
lin
e
o
f
th
e
masterpiece
.
Sh
e
tol
d
 hi
m
o
f
Johnsy'
s
fancy
,
an
d
ho
w
sh
e
feare
d
sh
e
would
,
indeed
,
ligh
t
an
d
fragil
e
a
s
a
lea
f
herself
,
floa
t
awa
y
whe
n
he
r
sligh
t
hol
d
upo
n
th
e
worl
d
gre
w
weaker
.
Ol
d
 Behrman
,
wit
h
hi
s
re
d
eye
s
plainl
y
streaming
,
shoute
d
hi
s
contemp
t
an
d
derisio
n
fo
r
suc
h
idioti
c
imaginings
.
'Vass!
'
h
e
cried
.
'I
s
der
e
peopl
e
i
n
d
e
worl
d
mi
t
de
r
foolishnes
s
t
o
di
e
becaus
e
leaf
s
de
y
dro
p
of
f
fro
m
a
confounde
d
vine
?
I
ha
f
no
t
hear
d
o
f
suc
h
a
thing
.
No
,
I
vil
l
no
t
bos
e
a
s
a
mode
l
fo
r
you
r
foo
l
hermit-dunderhead
.
V
y
d
o
yo
u
allo
w
do
t
sill
y
pusines
s
t
o
com
e
i
n
de
r
prai
n
o
f
her
?
Ach
,
do
t
poo
r
littl
e
Mis
s
Yohnsy.
'

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S
'Sh
e
i
s
ver
y
il
l
ari
d
 weak,
'
sai
d
Sue
,
'an
d
th
e
feve
r
ha
s
lef
t
he
r
min
d
morbi
d
an
d
ful
l
o
f
strang
e
fancies
.
Ver
y
well
,
Mr
.
Behrman
,
i
f
yo
u
d
o
no
t
car
e
t
o
pos
e
fo
r
me
,
yo
u
needn't
.
Bu
t
I
thin
k
yo
u
ar
e
a
horri
d
ol
d
-
ol
d
flibberti-gibbet.
'
'Yo
u
ar
e
jus
t
lik
e
a
woman!
'
yelle
d
Behrman
.
'Wh
o
sai
d
I
vil
l
no
t
bose
?
G
o
on
.
I
com
e
mi
t
you
.
 Fo
r
hal
f
a
n
hou
r
I
ha
f
pee
n
tryin
g
t
o
sa
y
do
t
I
a
m
read
y
t
o
bose
.
Gott
!
di
s
i
s
no
t
an
y
blac
e
i
n
whic
h
on
e
s
o
goo
t
a
s
Mis
s
Yohns
y
shal
l
li
e
sick
.
Som
e
da
y
I
vil
l
bain
t
a
masterpiece
,
an
d
v
e
shal
l
al
l
g
o
avay
.
Gott
!
yes.
'
Johns
y
wa
s
sleepin
g
whe
n
the
y
wen
t
upstairs
.
Su
e
pulle
d
th
e
shad
e
dow
n
t
o
 th
e
window-sil
l
an
d
motione
d
Behrma
n
int
o
th
e
othe
r
room
.
I
n
ther
e
the
y
peere
d
ou
t
th
e
windo
w
fearfull
y
a
t
th
e

iv
y
vine
.
The
n
the
y
looke
d
a
t
eac
h
othe
r
fo
r
a
momen
t
withou
t

speaking
.
A
persistent
,
col
d
rai
n
wa
s
falling
,
mingle
d
wit
h
snow
.

Behrman
,
i
n
hi
s
ol
d
blu
e
shirt
,
too
k
hi
s
sea
t
a
s
th
e
hermit-mine
r

o
n
a
n
upturne
d
kettl
e
for a
rock
.
Whe
n
Su
e
awok
e
fro
m
a
n
hour'
s
slee
p
th
e
nex
t
mornin
g
sh
e
foun
d
Johns
y
wit
h
dull
,
wide-ope
n
eye
s
starin
g
a
t
th
e
draw
n
gree
n

shade
.
'Pul
l
i
t
up
!
I
wan
t
t
o
 see,
'
sh
e
ordered
,
i
n
a
whisper
.
Wearil
y
Su
e
obeyed
.
But
,
lo
!
afte
r
th
e
beatin
g
rai
n
an
d
fierc
e
gust
s
o
f
win
d
tha
t
ha
d
endure
d
throug
h
th
e
livelon
g
night
,
ther
e
ye
t
stoo
d
 ou
t
agains
t
th
e
bric
k
wal
l
on
e
iv
y
leaf
.
I
t
wa
s
th
e
las
t
o
n
th
e
vine
.
Stil
l
dar
k

gree
n
nea
r
it
s
stem
,
bu
t
wit
h
it
s
serrate
d
edge
s
tinte
d
wit
h
the
yello
w
o
f
dissolutio
n
an
d
decay
,
i
t
hun
g
bravel
y
fro
m
a
branc
h
som
e
twent
y
fee
t
abov
e
th
e
ground
.
'I
t
i
s
th
e
las
t
one,
'
sai
d
Johnsy
.
'
I
though
t
i
t
woul
d
surel
y
fal
l
durin
g
th
e
night
.
I
hear
d
th
e
wind
.
I
t
wil
l
fal
l
to-day
,
an
d
I
shal
l

di
e
a
t
th
e
sam
e
time.
'
'Dear
,
dear!
'
sai
d
Sue
,
leanin
g
he
r
wor
n
fac
e
dow
n
t
o
th
e
pillow
;
'thin
k
o
f
me
,
i
f
yo
u
won'
t
thin
k
o
f
yourself
.
Wha
t
woul
d
I
do?
'
Bu
t
Johns
y
di
d
no
t
answer
.
Th
e
lonesomes
t
thin
g
i
n
al
l
th
e
worl
d
i
s
a
sou
l
whe
n
i
t
 i
s
makin
g
read
y
t
o
g
o
o
n
it
s
mysterious
,
fa
r
journey
.
Th
e
fanc
y
seeme
d
t
o
posses
s
he
r
mor
e
strongl
y
a
s

on
e
b
y
on
e
th
e
tie
s
tha
t
boun
d
he
r
t
o
friendshi
p
 an
d
t
o
eart
h
wer
e
loosed
.
Th
e
da
y
wor
e
away
,
an
d
eve
n
throug
h
th
e
twiligh
t
the
y
coul
d
se
e
th
e
lon
e
iv
y
lea
f
clingin
g
t
o
it
s
ste
m
agains
t
th
e
wall
.
An
d
then
,
wit
h
th
e
comin
g
o
f
th
e
nigh
t
th
e
nort
h
win
d
wa
s
agai
n
loosed
,
whil
e
th
e
rai
n
stil
l
bea
t
agains
t
th
e
window
s
an
d
pattere
d
dow
n
fro
m
th
e
lo
w
Dutc
h
eaves
.
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S
18
3
Whe
n
i
t
wa
s
ligh
t
enoug
h
Johnsy
,
th
e
merciless
,
commande
d
tha
t
th
e
shad
e
b
e
raised
.
Th
e
iv
y
lea
f
wa
s
stil
l
there
.
Johns
y
la
y
fo
r
a
 lon
g
tim
e
lookin
g
a
t
it
.
An
d
the
n
sh
e
calle
d
t
o
Sue
,
wh
o
wa
s
stirrin
g
he
r
chicke
n
brot
h
ove
r
th
e
ga
s
stove
.
'I'v
e
bee
n
a
ba
d
girl
,
Sudie,
'
sai
d
Johnsy
.
'Somethin
g
 ha
s
mad
e
tha
t
las
t
lea
f
sta
y
ther
e
t
o
sho
w
m
e
ho
w
wicke
d
I
was
.
I
t
i
s
a
si
n
t
o
wan
t
t
o
die
.
Yo
u
ma
y
brin
g
m
e
a
littl
e
brot
h
now
,
an
d
 som
e
mil
k
wit
h
a
littl
e
por
t
i
n
it
,
an
d
-
no
;
brin
g
m
e
a
hand-mirro
r
first
;
an
d
the
n
pac
k
som
e
pillow
s
abou
t
me
,
an
d
I
wil
l
si
t
u
p
an
d
watc
h
yo
u
cook.
'
A
n
hou
r
late
r
sh
e
sai
d
-
'Sudie
,
som
e
da
y
I
hop
e
t
o
pain
t
th
e
Ba
y
o
f
Naples.
'
Th
e
docto
r
cam
e
i
n
th
e
afternoon
,
an
d
Su
e
ha
d
a
n
excus
e
t
o
g
o
int
o
th
e
hallwa
y
a
s
h
e
left
.
'Eve
n
chances,
'
sai
d
th
e
doctor
,
talkin
g
Sue'
s
thin
,
shakin
g
han
d
i
n
his
.
'Wit
h
goo
d
nursin
g
you'l
l
win
.
An
d
no
w
I
mus
t
se
e
anothe
r
cas
e
 I
hav
e
downstairs
.
Behrman
,
hi
s
nam
e
i
s
-
-
som
e
kin
d
o
f
a
n
artist
,
I
believe
.
Pneumonia
,
too
.
H
e
i
s
a
n
old
,
wea
k
man
,
an
d
the

attac
k
i
s
acute
.
Ther
e
i
s
n
o
hop
e
fo
r
him
;
bu
t
h
e
goe
s
t
o
th
e
hospita
l

to-da
y
t
o
b
e
mad
e
mor
e
comfortable.
'
Th
e
nex
t
da
y
th
e
docto
r
sai
d
t
o
Sue
:
'She'
s
ou
t
o
f
danger
.
You'v
e
won
.
Nutritio
n
an
d
car
e
no
w
-
that'
s
all.
'
An
d
tha
t
afternoo
n
Su
e
cam
e
t
o
th
e
be
d
wher
e
Johns
y
lay
,
con
tentedl
y
knittin
g
a
ver
y
blu
e
an
d
ver
y
useles
s
woolle
n
shoulde
r
scarf
,
an
d
pu
t
on
e
ar
m
aroun
d
her
,
pillow
s
an
d
all
.
'I
hav
e
somethin
g
t
o
tel
l
you
,
whit
e
mouse,
'
sh
e
said
.
'Mr
.
Behrma
n
die
d
o
f
pneumoni
a
toda
y
i
n
hospital
.
H
e
wa
s
il
l
onl
y
tw
o
days
.
Th
e
janito
r
foun
d
hi
m
o
n
th
e
mornin
g
o
f
th
e
firs
t
da
y
i
n
hi
s
roo
m
downstair
s
helples
s
wit
h
pain
.
Hi
s
shoe
s
an
d
clothin
g
wer
e
we
t
throug
h
an
d
ic
y
 cold
.
The
y
couldn'
t
imagin
e
wher
e
h
e
ha
d
bee
n
o
n
suc
h
a
dreadfu
l
night
.
An
d
the
n
the
y
foun
d
a
lantern
,
stil
l
lighted
,
an
d
a
ladde
r
tha
t
ha
d
bee
n
dragge
d
fro
m
it
s
place
,
 an
d
som
e
scattere
d
brushes
,
an
d
a
palett
e
wit
h
gree
n
an
d
yello
w
colour
s
mixe
d
o
n
it
,
an
d
-
loo
k
ou
t
th
e
window
,
dear
,
a
t
th
e
las
t
iv
y
lea
f
o
n

th
e
wall
.
 Didn'
t
yo
u
wonde
r
wh
y
i
t
neve
r
fluttere
d
o
r
move
d
whe
n

th
e
win
d
blew
?
Ah
,
darling
,
it'
s
Behrman'
s
masterpiec
e
-
h
e
painte
d

i
t
ther
e
th
e
nigh
t
tha
t
th
e
las
t
lea
f
 fell.
'

28
6
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S
Presentl
y
Thoma
s
move
d
tentativel
y
i
n
hi
s
seat
,
an
d
thoughtfull
y
fel
t
a
n
abrasio
n
o
r
tw
o
o
n
hi
s
knee
s
an
d
elbows
.
'Say
,
Annie,
'
sai
d
h
e
confidentially
,
'mayb
e
it'
s
on
e
o
f
th
e
las
t
dream
s
o
f
th
e
booze
,
bu
t
I'v
e
a
kin
d
o
f
a
recollectio
n
o
f
ridin
g
i
n
a
n
automobil
e
wit
h
a
swel
l
gu
y
tha
t
too
k
m
e
t
o
a
hous
e
ful
l
o
f
eagle
s
an
d
ar
c
lights
.
H
e
fe
d
m
e
o
n
biscuit
s
an
d
ho
t
air
,
an
d
the
n
kicke
d

m
e
dow
n
th
e
fron
t
steps
.
I
f
i
t
wa
s
th
e
 d
t's,
wh
y
a
m
I
s
o
sore?
'
'Shu
t
up
,
yo
u
fool,
'
sai
d
Annie
.
'I
f
I
coul
d
fin
d
tha
t
funn
y
guy'
s
house,
'
sai
d
Thomas
,
i
n
conclusion
,
'I'
d
g
o
u
p
ther
e
som
e
da
y
an
d
punc
h
hi
s
nos
e
fo
r
him.
'
XLVII
The
Poet
and
the
Peasant
TH
E
OTHE
R
DA
Y
a
poe
t
frien
d
o
f
mine
,
wh
o
ha
s
live
d
i
n
clos
e
communicatio
n
wit
h
natur
e
al
l
hi
s
life
,
wrot
e
a
poe
m
 an
d
too
k
i
t
t
o
a
n
editor
.
I
t
wa
s
a
livin
g
pastoral
,
ful
l
o
f
th
e
genuin
e
breat
h
o
f
th
e
fields
,
th
e
son
g
o
f
birds
,
an
d
th
e
pleasan
t
chatte
r
o
f
tricklin
g
streams
.
Whe
n
th
e
poe
t
calle
d
agai
n
t
o
se
e
abou
t
it
,
wit
h
hope
s
o
f
a
beefstea
k
dinne
r
i
n
hi
s
heart
,
i
t
wa
s
hande
d
bac
k
t
o
hi
m
wit
h
th
e

comment
:
'To
o
artificial.
'
Severa
l
o
f
u
s
me
t
ove
r
spaghett
i
an
d
Dutches
s
Count
y
chianti
,
an
d
swallowe
d
indignatio
n
wit
h
th
e
slipper
y
forkfuls
.
An
d
ther
e
w
e
du
g
a
pi
t
fo
r
th
e
editor
.
Wit
h
u
s
wa
s
Conant
,
a
well-arrive
d
write
r
o
f
fictio
n
-
a
ma
n
wh
o
ha
d
tro
d
o
n
asphal
t
al
l

hi
s
life
,
an
d
wh
o
ha
d
neve
r
looke
d
upo
n
bucoli
c
scene
s
excep
t
wit
h
sensation
s
o
f
disgus
t
fro
m
th
e
 window
s
o
f
expres
s
trains
.
Conan
t
wrot
e
a
poe
m
an
d
calle
d
i
t
'Th
e
Do
e
an
d
th
e
Brook.
'
I
t
wa
s
a
fin
e
specime
n
o
f
th
e
kin
d
o
f
wor
k
yo
u
woul
d
expec
t
fro
m
a
poe
t
wh
o
ha
d
straye
d
wit
h
Amarylli
s
onl
y
a
s
fa
r
a
s
th
e
florist'
s

windows
,
an
d
whos
e
sol
e
ornithologica
l
discussio
n
ha
d
bee
n
car

rie
d
o
n
wit
h
a
waiter
.
Conan
t
signe
d
thi
s
poem
,
an
d
w
e
sen
t
i
t
t
o
th
e
sam
e
editor
.
Bu
t
thi
s
ha
s
ver
y
littl
e
t
o
d
o
wit
h
th
e
story
.
Jus
t
a
s
th
e
edito
r
wa
s
readin
g
th
e
firs
t
lin
e
o
f
th
e
 poem
,
o
n
th
e
nex
t
morning
,
a
bein
g
stumble
d
of
f
th
e
Wes
t
Shor
e
ferryboat
,
an
d
lope
d
slowl
y
u
p
Forty-secon
d
Street
.
Th
e
invade
r
wa
s
a
youn
g
ma
n
wit
h
ligh
t
blu
e
eyes
,
a
hangin
g
O
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S
28
7
lip
,
an
d
hai
r
th
e
exac
t
colou
r
o
f
th
e
littl
e
orphan'
s
(afterwar
d
dis
covere
d
t
o
b
e
th
e
earl'
s
daughter
)
i
n
on
e
o
f
Mr
.
Blaney'
s
 plays
.
Hi
s
trouser
s
wer
e
corduroy
,
hi
s
coa
t
short-sleeved
,
wit
h
button
s
i
n
th
e

middl
e
o
f
hi
s
back
.
On
e
bootle
g
wa
s
outsid
e
th
e
corduroys
.
Yo
u

looke
d
expectantly
,
thoug
h
i
n
vain
,
a
t
hi
s
stra
w
ha
t
fo
r
ear-holes
,
it
s
shap
e
inauguratin
g
th
e
suspicio
n
tha
t
i
t
ha
d
bee
n
ravage
d
fro
m
a
forme
r
equin
e
possessor
.
I
n
hi
s
han
d
wa
s
a
valis
e
-
descriptio
n
o
f
i
t
i
s
a
n
impossibl
e
task
;
a
Bosto
n
ma
n
woul
d
no
t
hav
e
carrie
d
hi
s

lunc
h
an
d
la
w
book
s
t
o
hi
s
offic
e
i
n
it
.
An
d
abov
e
on
e
ear
,
i
n
hi
s

hair
,
wa
s
a
 wis
p
o
f
ha
y
-
th
e
rustic'
s
lette
r
o
f
credit
,
hi
s
badg
e
o
f
innocence
,
th
e
las
t
clingin
g
touc
h
o
f
th
e
Garde
n
o
f
Ede
n
lingerin
g
t
o
sham
e
th
e
goldbric
k
men
.
Knowingly
,
smilingly
,
 th
e
cit
y
crowd
s
passe
d
hi
m
by
.
The
y
sa
w
th
e
ra
w
strange
r
stan
d
i
n
th
e
gutte
r
an
d
stretc
h
hi
s
nec
k
a
t
th
e
tal
l

buildings
.
A
t
thi
s
the
y
cease
d
t
o
smile
,
 an
d
eve
n
t
o
loo
k
a
t
him
.
I
t
ha
d
bee
n
don
e
s
o
often
.
A
fe
w
glance
d
a
t
th
e
antiqu
e
valis
e
t
o
se
e

wha
t
Cone
y
'attraction
'
o
r
bran
d
o
f
chewing-gu
m
h
e
migh
t
b
e
thu
s
dinnin
g
int
o
hi
s
memory
.
Bu
t
fo
r
th
e
mos
t
par
t
h
e
wa
s
ignored
.
Eve
n
th
e
newsboy
s
looke
d
bore
d
whe
n
h
e
scampere
d
lik
e
a
circu
s
clow
n
ou
t
o
f
th
e
wa
y
o
f
cab
s
an
d
street-cars
.
A
t
Eight
h
Avenu
e
stoo
d
'Bunc
o
Harry,
'
wit
h
hi
s
dye
d
mous
tach
e
an
d
shiny
,
good-nature
d
eyes
.
Harr
y
wa
s
to
o
goo
d
a
n
artis
t
no
t
t
o
b
e
paine
d
a
t
th
e
sigh
t
o
f
a
n
acto
r
overdoin
g
hi
s
part
.
H
e
edge
d
u
p
t
o
th
e
countryman
,
wh
o
ha
d
stoppe
d
t
o
ope
n
hi
s
mout
h

a
t
a
jeweller
y
stor
e
window
,
an
d
shoo
k
hi
s
 head
.
'To
o
thick
,
pal,
'
h
e
sai
d
criticall
y
-
'to
o
thic
k
b
y
a
coupl
e
o
f
inches
.
I
don'
t
kno
w
wha
t
you
r
la
y
is
;
bu
t
you'v
e
go
t
th
e
propertie
s
o
n
to
o
thick
.
Tha
t
 hay
,
no
w
-
why
,
the
y
don'
t
eve
n
allo
w
tha
t
o
n
Proctor'
s
circui
t
an
y
more.
'
'
I
don'
t
understan
d
you
,
mister,
'
sai
d
th
e
gree
n
one
.
'I'
m
no
t
lookin
'
fo
r
an
y
circus
.
I'v
e
 jus
t
ru
n
dow
n
fro
m
Ulste
r
Count
y
t
o

loo
k
a
t
th
e
town
,
bein
'
tha
t
th
e
hayin'
s
ove
r
with
.
Gosh
!
bu
t
it'
s
a
whopper
.
I
though
t
Poughkeepsi
e
wa
s
som
e
punkins
;
bu
t
thi
s
 her
e
tow
n
i
s
fiv
e
time
s
a
s
big.
'
'Oh
,
well,
'
sai
d
'Bunc
o
Harry,
'
raisin
g
hi
s
eyebrows
,
'
I
didn'
t
mea
n
t
o
but
t
in
.
Yo
u
don'
t
hav
e
t
o
tell
.
I
though
t
yo
u
ough
t
 t
o

ton
e
dow
n
a
little
,
s
o
I
trie
d
t
o
pu
t
yo
u
wise
.
Wis
h
yo
u
succes
s
a
t
you
r
graft
,
whateve
r
i
t
is
.
Com
e
an
d
hav
e
a
drink
,
anyhow.
'
'
I
wouldn'
t
min
d
havin
g
a
glas
s
o
f
lage
r
beer,
'
acknowledge
d
th
e
other
.
The
y
wen
t
t
o
a
caf
é
frequente
d
b
y
me
n
wit
h
smoot
h
face
s
an
d
shift
y
eyes
,
an
d
sa
t
a
t
thei
r
drinks
.

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'I'
m
gla
d
I
com
e
acros
s
you
,
mister,
'
sai
d
Haylocks
.
'How'
d
yo
u
lik
e
t
o
pla
y
a
gam
e
o
r
tw
o
o
f
seven-up
?
I'v
e
go
t
th
e
keerds.
'
H
e
fishe
d
the
m
ou
t
o
f
Noah'
s
valis
e
-
a
rare
,
inimitabl
e
deck
,
greas
y
wit
h
baco
n
supper
s
an
d
grim
y
wit
h
th
e
soi
l
o
f
cornfields
.
'Bunc
o
Harry
'
laughe
d
lou
d
an
d
briefly
.
'No
t
fo
r
me
,
sport,
'
 h
e
sai
d
firmly
.
'
I
don'
t
g
o
agains
t
tha
t
make-u
p
o
f
your
s
fo
r
a
cent
.
Bu
t
I
stil
l
sa
y
you'v
e
overdon
e
it
.
Th
e
Reub
s
haven'
t
dresse
d
lik
e
tha
t
sinc
e
'79
.
I
doub
t
 i
f
yo
u
coul
d
wor
k
Brookly
n
fo
r
a
key-windin
g
watc
h
wit
h
tha
t
lay-out.
'
'Oh
,
yo
u
needn'
t
thin
k
I
ain'
t
go
t
th
e
money,
'
boaste
d
Hay
-
locks
.
H
e
dre
w
fort
h
a
tightl
y
rolle
d
mas
s
 o
r
bill
s
a
s
larg
e
a
s
a
teacup
,
an
d
lai
d
i
t
o
n
th
e
table
.
'Go
t
tha
t
fo
r
m
y
shar
e
o
f
grandmother'
s
farm,
'
h
e
announced
.
'There'
s
$95
0
i
n
tha
t
roll
.
Though
t
I'
d
 com
e
int
o
th
e
cit
y
an
d
loo
k
aroun
d
fo
r
a
likel
y
busines
s
t
o
g
o
into.
'
'Bunc
o
Harry
'
too
k
u
p
th
e
rol
l
o
f
mone
y
an
d
looke
d
a
t
i
t
wit
h
almos
t
respec
t
i
n
 hi
s
smilin
g
eyes
.
'I'v
e
see
n
worse,
'
h
e
sai
d
critically
.
'Bu
t
you'l
l
neve
r
d
o
i
t
i
n
the
m
clothes
.
Yo
u
wan
t
t
o
ge
t
ligh
t
ta
n
shoe
s
an
d
a
blac
k
sui
t
an
d

a
 stra
w
ha
t
wit
h
a
coloure
d
band
,
an
d
tal
k
a
goo
d
dea
l
abou
t
Pitts

bur
g
an
d
freigh
t
differentials
,
an
d
drin
k
sherr
y
fo
r
breakfas
t
i
n
orde
r
t
o
wor
k
of
f
phon
y
stuf
f
lik
e
that.
'
'What'
s
hi
s
line?
'
aske
d
tw
o
o
r
thre
e
shifty-eye
d
me
n
o
f
'Bunc
o
Harry
'
afte
r
Haylock
s
ha
d
gathere
d
u
p
hi
s
impugne
d
mone
y
an
d
departed
.
'Th
e
queer
,
I
guess,
'
sai
d
Harry
.
'O
r
els
e
he'
s
on
e
o
f
Jerome'
s
men
.
O
r
som
e
gu
y
wit
h
a
ne
w
graft
.
He'
s
to
o
muc
h
hayseed
.
Mayb
e

tha
t
hi
s
-
I
wonde
r
no
w
-
o
h
no
,
i
t
couldn'
t
hav
e
bee
n
rea
l
money.
'
Haylock
s
wandere
d
on
.
Thirs
t
probabl
y
assaile
d
hi
m
again
,
fo
r
h
e
dive
d
int
o
a
dar
k
grogger
y
o
n
a
side-stree
t
an
d
bough
t
beer
.
Severa
l
siniste
r
fellow
s
hun
g
upo
n
on
e
en
d
o
f
 th
e
bar
.
A
t
firs
t
sigh
t
o
f
hi
m
thei
r
eye
s
brightened
;
bu
t
whe
n
hi
s
insisten
t
an
d
exagger

ate
d
rusticit
y
becam
e
apparen
t
thei
r
expression
s
change
d
t
o
war
y

suspicion
.
Haylock
s
swun
g
hi
s
 valis
e
acros
s
th
e
bar
.
'Kee
p
tha
t
awhil
e
fo
r
me
,
mister,
'
h
e
said
,
chewin
g
a
t
th
e
en
d
o
f
a
virulen
t
clayban
k
cigar
.
'I'l
l
b
e
bac
k
afte
r
I
knoc
k
aroun
d
a
spell
.
An
d
 kee
p
you
r
ey
e
o
n
it
,
fo
r
there'
s
$95
0
insid
e
o
f
it
,
thoug
h
mayb
e
yo
u
wouldn'
t
thin
k
s
o
t
o
loo
k
a
t
me.
'
Somewher
e
outsid
e
a
phonograp
h
struc
k
u
p
a
ban
d
piece
,
an
d
Haylock
s
wa
s
of
f
fo
r
it
,
hi
s
coat-tai
l
button
s
floppin
g
i
n
th
e
middl
e

o
f
hi
s
back
.

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28
9
'Divvy
?
Mike,
'
sai
d
th
e
me
n
hangin
g
upo
n
th
e
bar
,
winkin
g
openl
y
a
t
on
e
another
.
'Honest
,
now,
'
sai
d
th
e
bartender
,
kickin
g
th
e
valis
e
t
o
on
e
side
.
'Yo
u
don'
t
thin
k
I'
d
fal
l
t
o
that
,
d
o
you
?
Anybod
y
ca
n
 se
e
h
e
ain'
t
n
o
jay
.
On
e
o
f
McAdoo'
s
come-o
n
squad
,
I
guess
.
He'
s
a
shin
e
i
f
h
e
mad
e
himsel
f
up
.
Ther
e
ain'
t
n
o
part
s
o
f
th
e
countr
y
no
w
wher
e
the
y
dres
s
lik
e
tha
t
sinc
e
the
y
ru
n
rura
l
fre
e
deliver
y
t
o
Providence
,
Rhod
e
Island
.
I
f
he'
s
go
t
nine-fift
y
i
n
tha
t
valis
e
it'
s
a

ninety-eight-cen
t
Waterbur
y
that'
s
stoppe
d
a
t
te
n
minute
s
t
o
 ten.
'
Whe
n
Haylock
s
ha
d
exhauste
d
th
e
resource
s
o
f
Mr
.
Ediso
n
t
o
amus
e
h
e
returne
d
fo
r
hi
s
valise
.
An
d
the
n
dow
n
Broadwa
y
h
e
gal

livanted
,
cullin
g
th
e
sight
s
wit
h
hi
s
eage
r
blu
e
eyes
.
Bu
t
stil
l
an
d
evermor
e
Broadwa
y
rejecte
d
hi
m
wit
h
cur
t
glance
s
an
d
sardoni
c
smiles
.
H
e
wa
s
th
e
oldes
t
o
f
th
e
'gags
'
tha
t
th
e
cit
y
mus
t
endure
.

H
e
wa
s
s
o
flagrantl
y
impossible
,
s
o
ultra-rustic
,
s
o
exaggerate
d
beyon
d
th
e
mos
t
freakis
h
product
s
o
f
th
e
barnyard
,
th
e
hayfiel
d

an
d
th
e
vaudevill
e
stage
,
tha
t
h
e
excite
d
onl
y
wearines
s
an
d
suspi

cion
.
An
d
th
e
wis
p
o
f
ha
y
i
n
hi
s
hai
r
wa
s
s
o
genuine
,
s
o
fres
h
an
d
redolen
t
o
f
th
e
meadows
,
s
o
clamorousl
y
rural
,
tha
t
eve
n
a
shell
-

gam
e
ma
n
woul
d
hav
e
 pu
t
u
p
hi
s
pea
s
an
d
folde
d
hi
s
tabl
e
a
t
th
e

sigh
t
o
f
it
.
Haylock
s
seate
d
himsel
f
upo
n
a
fligh
t
o
f
ston
e
step
s
an
d
onc
e
mor
e
exhume
d
hi
s
rol
l
o
f
yellow-back
s
fro
m
th
e
valise
.
Th
e
oute
r
one
,
a
twenty
,
h
e
shucke
d
of
f
an
d
beckone
d
t
o
a
newsboy
.
'Son,
'
sai
d
he
,
'ru
n
somewher
e
an
d
ge
t
thi
s
change
d
fo
r
me
.
I'
m
might
y
nig
h
 ou
t
o
f
chicke
n
feed
;
I
gues
s
you'l
l
ge
t
a
nicke
l
i
f
you'l
l
hurr
y
up.
'
A
hur
t
loo
k
appeare
d
throug
h
th
e
dir
t
o
n
th
e
newsy'
s
face
.
'Aw
,
watchert'ink
!
G'wa
n
an
d
ge
t
ye
r
 funn
y
bil
l
change
d
yerself
.
De
y
ain'
t
n
o
far
m
clothe
s
ye
r
go
t
on
.
G'wa
n
wi
t
ye
r
stag
e
money.
'
O
n
a
corne
r
lounge
d
a
keen-eye
d
steere
r
fo
r
a
gambling
-
house
.
H
e
sa
w
Haylocks
,
 an
d
hi
s
expressio
n
suddenl
y
gre
w
col
d

an
d
virtuous
.
'Mister,
'
sai
d
th
e
rura
l
one
.
'I'v
e
hear
d
o
f
place
s
i
n
thi
s
her
e
tow
n
wher
e
a
fello
w
coul
d
hav
e
a
goo
d
gam
e
o
f
 ol
d
sledg
e
o
r
pe
g
a

car
d
a
t
keno
.
I
go
t
$95
0
i
n
thi
s
valise
,
an
d
I
com
e
dow
n
fro
m
ol
d
Ulste
r
t
o
se
e
th
e
sights
.
Kno
w
wher
e
a
fello
w
coul
d
ge
t
 actio
n
o
n
abou
t
$
9
o
r
$10
?
I'
m
goin
'
t
o
hav
e
som
e
sport
,
an
d
the
n
mayb
e
I'l
l
bu
y
ou
t
a
busines
s
o
f
som
e
kind.
'
Th
e
steere
r
looke
d
pained
,
an
d
investigate
d
a
whit
e
spec
k
o
n
hi
s
lef
t
forefinge
r
nail
.
'Chees
e
it
,
ol
d
man,
'
h
e
murmure
d
reproachfully
.
'Th
e
Centra
l

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Offic
e
mus
t
b
e
bughous
e
t
o
sen
d
yo
u
 ou
t
lookin
g
lik
e
suc
h
a
gillie
.
Yo
u
couldn'
t
ge
t
withi
n
tw
o
block
s
o
f
a
sidewal
k
cra
p
gam
e
i
n
the
m
Ton
y
Pasto
r
props
.
Th
e
recen
t
Mr
.
Scott
y
fro
m
Deat
h
Valle
y
ha
s
go
t
yo
u
bea
t
a
crosstow
n
bloc
k
i
n
th
e
wa
y
o
f
Eliza
betha
n
scener
y
an
d
mechanica
l
accessories
.
Le
t
i
t
b
e
skiddo
o
fo
r
yours
.
Nay
,
I
kno
w
o
f
n
o
gilde
d
hall
s
wher
e
on
e
ma
y
be
t
a
patro
l
wago
n
o
n
th
e
ace.
'
Rebuffe
d
agai
n
b
y
th
e
grea
t
cit
y
tha
t
i
s
s
o
swif
t
t
o
detec
t
artifi
cialities
,
Haylock
s
sa
t
upo
n
th
e
ker
b
an
d
presente
d
hi
s
thought
s
 t
o
hol
d
a
conference
.
'It'
s
m
y
clothes,
'
sai
d
he
;
'durne
d
i
f
i
t
ain't
.
The
y
thin
k
I'
m
a
haysee
d
an
d
won'
t
hav
e
nothin
'
t
o
d
o
wit
h
me
.
Nobod
y
neve
r

mad
e
fu
n
 o
f
thi
s
ha
t
i
n
Ulste
r
County
.
I
gues
s
i
f
yo
u
wan
t
folk
s
t
o

notic
e
yo
u
i
n
Ne
w
Yor
k
yo
u
mus
t
dres
s
u
p
lik
e
the
y
do.
'
S
o
Haylock
s
wen
t
shoppin
g
i
n
th
e
bazaar
s
wher
e
me
n
spak
e
throug
h
thei
r
nose
s
an
d
rubbe
d
thei
r
hand
s
an
d
ra
n
th
e
tap
e
lin
e
ecstaticall
y
ove
r
th
e
bulg
e
i
n
hi
s
insid
e
pocke
t
wher
e
repose
d
a
re
d
nubbi
n
o
f
cor
n
wit
h
a
n
eve
n
numbe
r
o
f
rows
.
An
d
messenger
s
bearin
g
parcel
s
an
d
boxe
s
streame
d
t
o
hi
s
hote
l
o
n
Broadwa
y
withi
n
th
e
light
s
o
f
Lon
g
Acre
.
A
t
nin
e
o'cloc
k
 i
n
th
e
evenin
g
on
e
descende
d
t
o
th
e
sidewal
k
who
m
Ulste
r
Count
y
woul
d
hav
e
forsworn
.
Brigh
t
ta
n
wer
e
hi
s
shoes
;
hi
s
ha
t
th
e
lates
t
block
.
Hi
s
ligh
t
gre
y
trouser
s
wer
e
deepl
y

creased
;
a
ga
y
blu
e
sil
k
handkerchie
f
flappe
d
fro
m
th
e
breas
t
pocke
t
o
f
hi
s
elegan
t
Englis
h
walking-coat
.
Hi
s
colla
r
migh
t
hav
e
grace
d
a
laundr
y
window
;
hi
s
blon
d
hai
r
wa
s
trimme
d
close
;
th
e
wis
p
o
f
ha
y
wa
s
gone
.
Fo
r
a
n
instan
t
h
e
stood
,
resplendent
,
wit
h
th
e
leisurel
y
ai
r
o
f
a
boulevardie
r
concoctin
g
i
n
hi
s
min
d
th
e
rout
e
fo
r
hi
s
evenin
g
pleasures
.
An
d
the
n
h
e
turne
d
dow
n
th
e
gay
,
brigh
t
stree
t
wit
h
th
e
eas
y
an
d
gracefu
l
trea
d
o
f
a
millionaire
.
Bu
t
i
n
th
e
instan
t
tha
t
h
e
ha
d
pause
d
th
e
wises
t
an
d
keenes
t
eye
s
i
n
th
e
cit
y
ha
d
envelope
d
hi
m
i
n
thei
r
fiel
d
o
f
vision
.
A
stou
t
ma
n
wit
h
gre
y
eye
s
picke
d
tw
o
o
f
hi
s
friend
s
wit
h
a
lif
t
o
f
hi
s
eyebrow
s
fro
m
th
e
 ro
w
o
f
lounger
s
i
n
fron
t
o
f
th
e
hotel
.
'Th
e
juicies
t
ja
y
I'v
e
see
n
i
n
si
x
months,
'
sai
d
th
e
ma
n
wit
h
gre
y
eyes
.
'Com
e
along.
'
I
t
wa
s
half-pas
t
eleve
n
whe
n
a
 ma
n
gallope
d
int
o
th
e
Wes
t
Forty-sevent
h
Stree
t
police-statio
n
wit
h
th
e
stor
y
o
f
hi
s
wrongs
.
'Nin
e
hundre
d
an
d
fift
y
dollars,
'
h
e
gasped
,
'al
l
m
y
shar
e
o
f
grandmother'
s
farm.
'
Th
e
des
k
sergean
t
wrun
g
fro
m
hi
m
th
e
nam
e
Jabe
z
Bulltongue
,

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1
o
f
Locus
t
Valle
y
Farm
,
Ulste
r
County
,
an
d
the
n
bega
n
t
o
tak
e
description
s
o
f
th
e
strong-ar
m
 gentlemen
.
Whe
n
Conan
t
wen
t
t
o
se
e
th
e
edito
r
abou
t
th
e
fat
e
o
f
hi
s
poem
,
h
e
wa
s
receive
d
ove
r
th
e
hea
d
o
f
th
e
offic
e
bo
y
int
o
th
e
inne
r

offic
e
tha
t
 i
s
decorate
d
wit
h
th
e
statuette
s
b
y
Rodi
n
an
d
J
.
G
.

Brown
.
'Whe
n
I
rea
d
th
e
firs
t
lin
e
o
f
"Th
e
Do
e
an
d
th
e
Brook,
"
'
sai
d
th
e
editor
,
'
I
kne
w
i
t
 t
o
b
e
th
e
wor
k
o
f
on
e
whos
e
lif
e
ha
s
bee
n
hear
t
t
o
hear
t
wit
h
nature
.
Th
e
finished
ar
t
o
f
th
e
lin
e
di
d
no
t
blin
d
m
e
t
o
tha
t
fact
.
T
o
us
e
 a
somewha
t
homel
y
comparison
,
i
t
wa
s
a
s
i
f
a
wild
,
fre
e
chil
d
o
f
th
e
wood
s
an
d
fields
wer
e
t
o
do
n
th
e
gar
b
o
f
fashio
n
an
d
wal
k
dow
n
Broadway
.
Beneat
h
th
e
appare
l
 th
e
ma
n
woul
d
show.
'
'Thanks,
'
sai
d
Conant
.
'
I
suppos
e
th
e
chequ
e
wil
l
b
e
roun
d
o
n
Thursday
,
a
s
usual.
'
Th
e
moral
s
o
f
thi
s
stor
y
hav
e
someho
w
gotte
n
mixed
.
Yo
u
ca
n
tak
e
you
r
choic
e
o
f
'Sta
y
o
n
th
e
Farm
'
o
r
'Don'
t
writ
e
Poetry.
'
XLVII
I
The
Thing's
the
Play
BEIN
G
ACQUAINTE
D
WIT
H
a
newspape
r
reporte
r
wh
o
ha
d
a
coupl
e

o
f
fre
e
passes
,
I
go
t
t
o
 se
e
th
e
performanc
e
a
fe
w
night
s
ag
o
a
t
on
e
o
f
th
e
popula
r
vaudevill
e
houses
.
On
e
o
f
th
e
number
s
wa
s
a
violi
n
sol
o
b
y
a
striking-lookin
g
ma
n
no
t
muc
h
pas
t
forty
,
bu
t
 wit
h
ver
y
grey
,
thic
k
hair
.
No
t
bein
g
afflicte
d
wit
h
a
tast
e
fo
r
music
,
I
le
t
th
e
syste
m
o
f
noise
s
drif
t
pas
t
m
y
ear
s
whil
e
I
regarde
d
th
e
man
.
'Ther
e
wa
s
a
stor
y
abou
t
tha
t
cha
p
a
mont
h
o
r
tw
o
ago,
'
sai
d
th
e
reporter
.
'The
y
gav
e
m
e
th
e
assignment
.
I
t
wa
s
t
o
ru
n
a
colum
n

an
d
wa
s
t
o
b
e
o
n
th
e
extremel
y
ligh
t
an
d
jokin
g
order
.
Th
e
ol
d
ma
n
seem
s
t
o
lik
e
th
e
funn
y
touc
h
I
giv
e
t
o
loca
l
happenings
.
O
h
yes
,
I'
m
workin
g
o
n
a
farc
e
comed
y
now
.
Well
,
I
wen
t
dow
n
t
o
th
e
hous
e
an
d
go
t
al
l
th
e
details
;
bu
t
I
certainl
y
fel
l
dow
n
o
n
tha
t
job
.
I
wen
t
bac
k
an
d
turne
d
i
n
a
comi
c
write-u
p
o
f
a
n
eas
t
sid
e
funera
l
instead
.
Why
?
Oh
,
I
couldn'
t
see
m
t
o
ge
t
hol
d
o
f
i
t
wit
h
m
y
funn
y
hooks
,
somehow
.
Mayb
e
yo
u
coul
d
mak
e
a
one-ac
t
traged
y
ou
t
o
f

i
t
fo
r
a
curtain-raiser
.
I'l
l
giv
e
yo
u
 th
e
details.
'
Afte
r
th
e
performanc
e
m
y
friend
,
th
e
reporter
,
recite
d
t
o
m
e
th
e
fact
s
ove
r
th
e
Würzburger
.

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7
racking
,
petitionar
y
musi
c
o
f
a
violin
.
 Th
e
hag
,
music
,
bewitche
s
som
e
o
f
th
e
noblest
.
Th
e
daw
s
ma
y
pec
k
upo
n
one'
s
sleev
e
with

ou
t
i
n
injury
,
bu
t
whoeve
r
wear
s
hi
s
hear
t
upo
n
hi
s
tympanu
m

get
s
i
t
 no
t
fa
r
fro
m
th
e
neck
.
Thi
s
musi
c
an
d
th
e
musicia
n
calle
d
her
,
an
d
a
t
he
r
sid
e
honou
r
an
d
th
e
ol
d
lov
e
hel
d
he
r
back
.
'Forgiv
e
me,
'
h
e
pleaded
.
'Twent
y
year
s
i
s
a
lon
g
tim
e
t
o
remai
n
awa
y
fro
m
th
e
on
e
yo
u
sa
y
yo
u
love,
'
sh
e
declared
,
wit
h
a
purgatoria
l
touch
.
'Ho
w
coul
d
I
tell?
'
h
e
begged
.
'
I
wil
l
concea
l
nothin
g
fro
m
you
.
Tha
t
nigh
t
whe
n
h
e
lef
t
I
followe
d
him
.
I
wa
s
ma
d
wit
h
jealousy
.
O
n
a
dar
k
stree
t
I
struc
k
hi
m
down
.
H
e
di
d
no
t
rise
.
I
examine
d
him
.
Hi
s
hea
d
ha
d
struc
k
a
stone
.
I
di
d
no
t
inten
d
t
o
kil
l
him
.
I

wa
s
ma
d
wit
h
lov
e
an
d
jealousy
.
I
hi
d
nea
r
b
y
an
d
sa
w
a
n
ambu

lanc
e
tak
e
hi
m
away
.
Althoug
h
yo
u
marrie
d
him
,
Hele
n
-
'
'Who
are
you?'
crie
d
th
e
woman
,
wit
h
wide-ope
n
eyes
,
snatchin
g
he
r
han
d
away
.
'Don'
t
yo
u
remembe
r
me
,
Hele
n
-
th
e
on
e
wh
o
ha
s
alway
s
love
d
yo
u
th
e
 best
?
I
a
m
Joh
n
Delaney
.
I
f
yo
u
ca
n
forgiv
e
-
'
Bu
t
sh
e
wa
s
gone
,
leaping
,
stumbling
,
hurrying
,
flyin
g
u
p
th
e
stair
s
towar
d
th
e
musi
c
an
d
hi
m
wh
o
ha
d
forgotten
,
bu
t
 wh
o
ha
d

know
n
he
r
fo
r
hi
s
i
n
eac
h
o
f
hi
s
tw
o
existences
,
an
d
a
s
sh
e
climbe
d
u
p
sh
e
sobbed
,
crie
d
an
d
sang
:
'Frank
!
Frank
!
Frank!
'
Thre
e
mortal
s
thu
s
jugglin
g
 wit
h
year
s
a
s
thoug
h
the
y
wer
e
bil
liar
d
balls
,
an
d
m
y
friend
,
th
e
reporter
,
couldn'
t
se
e
anythin
g
funn
y
i
n
it
!
XL1
X
A
Ramble
in
Aphasia
M
Y
WIF
E
AN
D
I
PARTE
D
o
n
tha
t
mornin
g
i
n
precisel
y
ou
r
usua
l
manner
.
Sh
e
lef
t
he
r
secon
d
cu
p
o
f
te
a
t
o
follo
w
m
e
t
o
th
e
fron
t

door
.
Ther
e
sh
e
plucke
d
fro
m
m
y
lape
l
th
e
invisibl
e
stran
d
o
f
lin
t

(th
e
universa
l
ac
t
o
f
woma
n
t
o
proclai
m
ownership
)
an
d
bad
e
m
e

tak
e
car
e
o
f
m
y
cold
.
I
ha
d
no
cold
.
Nex
t
cam
e
he
r
kis
s
o
f
partin
g
-
th
e
leve
l
kis
s
o
f
domesticit
y
flavoure
d
wit
h
Youn
g
Hyson
.
Ther
e
wa
s
n
o
fea
r
o
f
th
e
extemporaneous
,
o
f
variet
y
spicin
g
he
r
infinit
e
custom
.
Wit
h
th
e
def
t
touc
h
o
f
lon
g
malpractice
,
sh
e
dabbe
d
 awr
y
m
y
well-se
t
scarf-pin
;
an
d
then
,
a
s
I
close
d
th
e
door
,
I
hear
d
he
r

mornin
g
slipper
s
patterin
g
bac
k
t
o
he
r
coolin
g
tea
.

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n
 I
se
t
ou
t
I
ha
d
n
o
though
t
o
r
premonitio
n
o
f
wha
t
wa
s
t
o
occur
.
Th
e
attac
k
cam
e
suddenly
.
Fo
r
man
y
week
s
I
ha
d
bee
n
toiling
,
almos
t
nigh
t
an
d
day
,
a
t
a
famou
s
railroa
d
la
w
cas
e
tha
t
I
wo
n
triumphantl
y
bu
t
a
fe
w
day
s
previously
.
I
n
fact
,
I
ha
d
bee
n
diggin
g
awa
y
a
t
th
e
la
w
almos
t
withou
t
cessatio
n
fo
r
man
y
years
.
Onc
e
o
r
twic
e
goo
d
Docto
r
Volney
,
m
y
frien
d
an
d
physician
,
ha
d
warne
d
me
.
'I
f
yo
u
don'
t
slacke
n
up
,
Bellford,
'
h
e
said
,
'you'l
l
g
o
suddenl
y
t
o
pieces
.
Eithe
r
you
r
nerve
s
o
r
you
r
brai
n
 wil
l
giv
e
way
.
Tel
l
me
,
doe
s
a
wee
k
pas
s
i
n
whic
h
yo
u
d
o
no
t
rea
d
i
n
th
e
paper
s
o
f
a
cas
e

o
f
aphasi
a
-
o
f
som
e
ma
n
lost
,
wanderin
g
nameless
,
wit
h
hi
s
pas
t

an
d
hi
s
identit
y
blotte
d
ou
t
-
an
d
al
l
fro
m
tha
t
littl
e
brain-clo
t
mad
e
b
y
overwor
k
o
r
worry?
'
'
I
alway
s
thought,
'
sai
d
I
,
'tha
t
th
e
clo
t
i
n
thos
e
 instance
s
wa
s
reall
y
t
o
b
e
foun
d
o
n
th
e
brain
s
o
f
th
e
newspape
r
reporters.
'
Dr
.
Volne
y
shoo
k
hi
s
head
.
'Th
e
diseas
e
exists,
'
h
e
said
.
'Yo
u
nee
d
a
chang
e
o
r
a
rest
.
Court-room
,
offic
e
an
d
hom
e
-
ther
e
i
s
th
e
onl
y
rout
e
yo
u
travel
.
Fo
r
recreatio
n
yo
u
-
rea
d
la
w
books
.
Bette
r
tak
e
warnin
g
i
n
time.
'
'O
n
Thursda
y
nights,
'
I
sai
d
defensively
,
'm
y
wif
e
an
d
I
pla
y
cribbage
.
O
n
Sunday
s
sh
e
read
s
t
o
m
e
th
e
weekl
y
lette
r
fro
m
he
r
mother
.
Tha
t
la
w
book
s
ar
e
no
t
a
recreatio
n
remain
s
ye
t
t
o
b
e
established.
'
Tha
t
mornin
g
 a
s
I
walke
d
I
wa
s
thinkin
g
o
f
Docto
r
Volney'
s
words
.
I
wa
s
feelin
g
a
s
wel
l
a
s
I
usuall
y
di
d
-
possibl
y
i
n
bette
r
spirit
s
tha
n
usual
.
I
awok
e
wit
h
stif
f
an
d
crampe
d
muscle
s
fro
m
havin
g
slep
t
lon
g
o
n
th
e
incommodiou
s
sea
t
o
f
a
da
y
coach
.
I
leane
d
m
y
hea
d

agains
t
th
e
sea
t
an
d
trie
d
t
o
think
.
Afte
r
a
lon
g
tim
e
I
sai
d
t
o
myself
:
'
I
mus
t
hav
e
a
nam
e
o
f
som
e
sort.
'
I
searche
d
m
y
pockets
.
No
t
a
card
;
no
t
a
letter
;
no
t
a
pape
r
o
r
monogra
m
coul
d
I
find
.
Bu
t
I
foun
d
i
n
m
y
coa
t
pocke
t
nearl
y
$3,00
0
i
n
bill
s
o
f
larg
e

denomination
.
'
I
mus
t
b
e
someone
,
o
f
course,
'
I
repeate
d
t
o
myself
,
an
d
bega
n
agai
n
t
o
consider
.
Th
e
ca
r
wa
s
wel
l
crowde
d
wit
h
men
,
 amon
g
who
m
I
tol
d
myself
,
ther
e
mus
t
hav
e
bee
n
som
e
commo
n
interest
,
fo
r
the
y
intermingle
d

freely
,
an
d
seeme
d
i
n
th
e
bes
t
good-humou
r
an
d
spirits
.
On
e
o
f
the
m
-
a
stout
,
spectacle
d
gentlema
n
envelope
d
i
n
a
decide
d
odou
r
o
f
cinnamo
n
an
d
aloe
s
-
too
k
th
e
vacan
t
hal
f
o
f
m
y
sea
t
wit
h
a
friendl
y
nod
,
an
d
unfolde
d
a
newspaper
.
I
n
th
e
interval
s
betwee
n

hi
s
period
s
o
f
reading
,
w
e
conversed
,
a
s
traveller
s
will
,
o
n
curren
t

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9
affairs
.
I
foun
d
mysel
f
abl
e
t
o
sustai
n
th
e
conversatio
n
o
n
suc
h
sub
ject
s
 wit
h
credit
,
a
t
leas
t
t
o
m
y
memory
.
B
y
an
d
b
y
m
y
companio
n
said
:
'Yo
u
ar
e
on
e
o
f
us
,
o
f
course
.
Fin
e
lo
t
o
f
me
n
th
e
Wes
t
send
s
i
n
thi
s
time
.
I'
m
gla
d
the
y
hel
d
th
e
conventio
n
i
n
Ne
w
York
;
I'v
e
neve
r
bee
n
Eas
t
before
.
M
y
name'
s
R
.
P
.
Bolde
r
-
Bolde
r
&
Son
,
o
f
Hickor
y
Grove
,
Missouri.
'
Thoug
h
unprepared
,
I
ros
e
t
o
th
e
emergency
,
a
s
me
n
wil
l
whe
n
pu
t
t
o
it
.
No
w
mus
t
I
hol
d
a
christening
,
an
d
b
e
a
t
onc
e
babe
,
parso
n
an
d
parent
.
M
y
sense
s
cam
e
t
o
th
e
rescu
e
 o
f
m
y
slowe
r
brain
.
Th
e
insisten
t
odou
r
o
f
drug
s
fro
m
m
y
companio
n
supplie
d
on
e
idea
;
a
glanc
e
a
t
hi
s
newspaper
,
wher
e
m
y
ey
e
me
t
a
conspicuou
s
advertisement
,
assiste
d
m
e
further
.
'M
y
name,
'
sai
d
I
glibly
,
'i
s
Edwar
d
Pinkhammer
.
I
a
m
a
drug
gist
,
an
d
m
y
hom
e
i
s
i
n
Cornopolis
,
Kansas.
'
'
I
kne
w
yo
u
wer
e
a
druggist,
'
sai
d
m
y
fellow-travelle
r
affably
.
'
I
sa
w
th
e
callou
s
spo
t
o
n
you
r
righ
t
forefinge
r
wher
e
th
e
handl
e
o
f
th
e
pestl
e
rubs
.
O
f
course
,
yo
u
ar
e
a
delegat
e
t
o
ou
r
Nationa
l
Convention.
'
'Ar
e
al
l
thes
e
me
n
druggists?
'
I
aske
d
 wonderingly
.
'The
y
are
.
Thi
s
ca
r
cam
e
throug
h
fro
m
th
e
West
.
An
d
they'r
e
you
r
old-tim
e
druggists
,
to
o
-
non
e
o
f
you
r
paten
t
tablet-and-gran
ul
e
pharmashootist
s
tha
t
us
e
slo
t
machine
s
instea
d
o
f
a
 prescriptio
n
desk
.
W
e
percolat
e
ou
r
ow
n
paregori
c
an
d
rol
l
ou
r
ow
n
pills
,
an
d
w
e
ain'
t
abov
e
handlin
g
a
fe
w
garde
n
seed
s
i
n
th
e
spring
,
an
d
carry
in
g
a
sidelin
e
o
f
confectioner
y
 an
d
shoes
.
I
tel
l
you
,
Hampinker
,
I'v
e
go
t
a
n
ide
a
t
o
sprin
g
o
n
thi
s
conventio
n
-
ne
w
idea
s
i
s
wha
t
the
y
want
.
Now
,
yo
u
kno
w
th
e
shel
f
bottle
s
o
f
tarta
r
emeti
c
an
d
Rochell
e
sal
t
Ant
.
e
t
Pot
.
Tart
.
an
d
Sod
.
e
t
Pot
.
Tart
.
-
one'
s
poison
,
yo
u

know
,
an
d
th
e
other'
s
harmless
.
It'
s
eas
y
t
o
mistak
e
on
e
labe
l
fo
r
th
e
other
.
Wher
e
d
o
druggist
s
mostl
y
kee
p
'em
?
Why
,
a
s
fa
r
apar
t
a
s
possible
,
o
n
differen
t
shelves
.
That'
s
wrong
.
I
sa
y
kee
p
'e
m
sid
e
b
y
sid
e
s
o
whe
n
yo
u
wan
t
on
e
yo
u
ca
n
alway
s
compar
e
i
t
wit
h
the
othe
r

an
d
avoi
d
mistakes
.
D
o
yo
u
catc
h
th
e
idea?
'
'I
t
seem
s
t
o
m
e
a
ver
y
goo
d
one,
'
I
said
.
'Al
l
right
!
Whe
n
I
sprin
g
i
t
o
n
th
e
conventio
n
yo
u
bac
k
i
t
up
.
We'l
l
mak
e
som
e
o
f
thes
e
Easter
n
orange-phosphate-and-mas
-
sage-crea
m
professor
s
tha
t
thin
k
they'r
e
th
e
onl
y
lozenge
s
i
n
th
e
marke
t
loo
k
lik
e
hypodermi
c
 tablets.
'
'I
f
I
ca
n
b
e
o
f
an
y
aid,
'
I
said
,
warming
,
'th
e
tw
o
bottle
s
o
f
-
e
r
-
'

'Tartrat
e
o
f
antimon
y
an
d
potash
,
an
d
tartrat
e
o
f
sod
a
an
d
potash.
'

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'Shal
l
hencefort
h
si
t
sid
e
b
y
side,
'
I
conclude
d
firmly.
'Now
,
there'
s
anothe
r
thing,
'
sai
d
Mr
.
Bolder
.
'Fo
r
a
n
excipien
t
i
n
manipulatin
g
a
pil
l
mas
s
whic
h
d
o
yo
u
prefe
r
-
th
e
magnesi
a
carbonat
e
o
r
th
e
pulverize
d
glycerrhiz
a
radix?
'
'Th
e
-
e
r
-
magnesia,
'
I
said
.
I
t
wa
s
easie
r
t
o
sa
y
tha
n
th
e
othe
r
word
.
Mr
.
Bolde
r
glance
d
a
t
 m
e
distrustfull
y
throug
h
hi
s
spectacles
.
'Giv
e
m
e
th
e
glycerrhiza,
'
sai
d
he
.
'Magnesi
a
cakes.
'
'Here'
s
anothe
r
on
e
o
f
thes
e
fak
e
aphasi
a
cases,
'
h
e
said
,
presently
,
handin
g
m
e
hi
s
newspaper
,
an
d
layin
g
hi
s
finger
upo
n
a
n
article
.
'
I
don'
t
believ
e
i
n
'em
.
I
pu
t
nin
e
ou
t
o
f
te
n
o
f
'e
m
dow
n
a
s
frauds
.
A
ma
n
get
s
sic
k
o
f
hi
s
busines
s
an
d
hi
s
folk
s
an
d
want
s
t
o
hav
e
a
goo
d
time
.
H
e
skip
s
ou
t
somewhere
,
an
d
whe
n
the
y
fin
d
hi
m
h
e
pretend
s
t
o
hav
e
los
t
hi
s
memor
y
-
don'
t
kno
w
hi
s
ow
n
name
,
an
d
 won'
t
eve
n
recogniz
e
the
strawberr
y
mar
k
o
n

hi
s
wife'
s
lef
t
shoulder
.
Aphasia
!
Tut
!
Wh
y
can'
t
the
y
sta
y
a
t
hom
e

an
d
forget?
'
I
too
k
th
e
pape
r
an
d
read
,
afte
r
th
e
pungen
t
headlines
,
th
e
fol
lowing
:
'DENVER
,
Jun
e
12
.
-
Elwy
n
C
.
Bellford
,
a
prominen
t
lawyer
,
i
s
mysteri
ousl
y
missin
g
fro
m
hi
s
hom
e
sinc
e
thre
e
day
s
ago
,
an
d
al
l
effort
s
t
o
locat
e
hi
m
hav
e
bee
n
i
n
vain
.
Mr
.
Bellfor
d
i
s
a
well-know
n
citize
n
o
f
th
e
highes
t
stand

ing
,
an
d
ha
s
enjoye
d
a
larg
e
an
d
lucrativ
e
la
w
practice
.
H
e
i
s
marrie
d
an
d

own
s
a
fin
e
hom
e
an
d
th
e
mos
t
extensiv
e
privat
e
librar
y
i
n
th
e
State
.
O
n
th
e

da
y
o
f
hi
s
disappearance
,
h
e
dre
w
quit
e
a
larg
e
su
m
o
f
mone
y
fro
m
hi
s
bank
.
N
o
on
e
 ca
n
b
e
found
wh
o
sa
w
hi
m
afte
r
h
e
lef
t
th
e
bank
.
Mr
.
Bellfor
d
wa
s
a
ma
n
o
f
singularl
y
quie
t
an
d
domesti
c
tastes
,
an
d
seeme
d
t
o
find
hi
s
happines
s

i
n
hi
s
hom
e
an
d
profession
.
I
f
an
y
clu
e
a
t
al
l
exist
s
t
o
hi
s
strang
e
disappear

ance
,
i
t
ma
y
b
e
foun
d
i
n
th
e
fac
t
tha
t
fo
r
som
e
month
s
h
e
ha
d
bee
n
deepl
y

absorbe
d
i
n
a
n
importan
t
la
w
cas
e
i
n
connectio
n
wit
h
th
e
Q
.
Y
.
an
d
Z
.
Rail

roa
d
Company
.
I
t
i
s
feare
d
tha
t
overwor
k
ma
y
hav
e
affecte
d
hi
s
mind
.
Ever
y

effor
t
i
s
bein
g
mad
e
t
o
discove
r
th
e
whereabout
s
o
f
th
e
missin
g
man.
'
'I
t
seem
s
t
o
m
e
yo
u
ar
e
no
t
altogethe
r
uncynica
l
Mr
.
Bolder,
'
I
said
,
afte
r
I
ha
d
rea
d
th
e
despatch
.
'Thi
s
 ha
s
th
e
sound
,
t
o
me
,
o
f
a
genuin
e
case
.
Wh
y
shoul
d
this
man
,
prosperous
,
happil
y
marrie
d
an
d
respected
,
choos
e
suddenl
y
t
o
abando
n
everything
?
I
kno
w
tha
t
thes
e
lapse
s
o
f
memor
y
d
o
 occur
,
an
d
tha
t
me
n
d
o
fin
d
themselve
s

adrif
t
withou
t
a
name
,
a
histor
y
o
r
a
home.
'
'Oh
,
gammo
n
an
d
jalap!
'
sai
d
Mr
.
Bolder
.
'It'
s
lark
s
they'r
e
after
.
There'
s
to
o
muc
h
educatio
n
nowadays
.
Me
n
kno
w
abou
t

aphasia
,
an
d
the
y
us
e
i
t
for
a
n
excuse
.
Th
e
wome
n
ar
e
wise
,
too
.

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Whe
n
it'
s
al
l
ove
r
the
y
loo
k
yo
u
i
n
th
e
eye
,
a
s
scientifi
c
a
s
yo
u
please
,
an
d
say
:
"H
e
hypnotize
d
me.
"
'
Thu
s
Mr
.
Bolde
r
diverted
,
bu
t
di
d
no
t
ai
d
m
e
wit
h
hi
s
com
ment
s
an
d
philosophy
.
W
e
arrive
d
i
n
Ne
w
Yor
k
abou
t
te
n
a
t
night
.
I
rod
e
i
n
a
ca
b
t
o
a
n
hotel
,
an
d
I
wrot
e
m
y
nam
e
'Edwar
d
Pinkhammer
'
i
n
th
e
regis
ter
.
A
s
I
di
d
s
o
 I
fel
t
pervad
e
m
e
a
splendid
,
wild
,
intoxicatin
g
buoyanc
y
-
a
sens
e
o
f
unlimite
d
freedom
,
o
f
newl
y
attaine
d
possi

bilities
.
I
wa
s
jus
t
bor
n
int
o
th
e
world
.
Th
e
ol
d
fetter
s
-
whateve
r
the
y
ha
d
bee
n
-
wer
e
stricke
n
fro
m
m
y
hand
s
an
d
feet
.
Th
e
futur
e

la
y
befor
e
m
e
a
clea
r
roa
d
suc
h
a
s
a
n
infan
t
enters
,
an
d
I
coul
d
se
t
ou
t
upo
n
i
t
equippe
d
wit
h
a
man'
s
learnin
g
an
d
experience
.
I
though
t
th
e
hote
l
cler
k
looke
d
a
t
m
e
fiv
e
second
s
to
o
long
.
I
ha
d
n
o
baggage
.
'Th
e
Druggists
'
Convention,
'
I
said
.
'M
y
trun
k
ha
s
 someho
w
faile
d
t
o
arrive.
'
I
dre
w
ou
t
a
rol
l
o
f
money
.
'Ah!
'
sai
d
he
,
showin
g
a
n
auriferou
s
tooth
,
'w
e
hav
e
quit
e
a
numbe
r
o
f
th
e
Wester
n
delegate
s
stoppin
g
here.
'
H
e
struc
k
 a
bel
l
fo
r
th
e
boy
.
I
endeavoure
d
t
o
giv
e
colou
r
t
o
m
y
rôle
.
'Ther
e
i
s
a
n
importan
t
movemen
t
o
n
foo
t
amon
g
u
s
Western
ers,
'
I
said
,
'i
n
regar
d
t
o
a
recommendatio
n
t
o
 th
e
conventio
n
tha
t

the
bottle
s
containin
g
th
e
tartrat
e
o
f
antimon
y
an
d
potash
,
an
d
th
e

tartrat
e
o
f
sodiu
m
an
d
potash
,
b
e
kep
t
i
n
a
contiguou
s
positio
n
o
n
th
e
shelf.
'
'Gentlema
n
t
o
three-fourteen,
'
sai
d
th
e
cler
k
hastily
.
I
wa
s
whiske
d
awa
y
t
o
m
y
room
.
Th
e
nex
t
da
y
I
bough
t
a
trun
k
an
d
clothing
,
an
d
bega
n
t
o
liv
e
th
e
lif
e
o
f
Edwar
d
Pinkhammer
.
I
 di
d
no
t
ta
x
m
y
brai
n
wit
h

endeavour
s
t
o
solv
e
problem
s
o
f
th
e
past
.
I
t
wa
s
a
piquan
t
an
d
sparklin
g
cu
p
tha
t
th
e
grea
t
islan
d
cit
y
hel
d
u
p
t
o
m
y
lips
.
I
dran
k
o
f
i
t
gratefully
.
Th
e
key
s
o
f
Manhatta
n
belon
g
t
o
hi
m
wh
o
i
s
abl
e
t
o
bea
r
them
.
Yo
u
mus
t
b
e
eithe
r
the

city'
s
gues
t
o
r
it
s
victim
.
Th
e
followin
g
fe
w
day
s
wer
e
a
s
gol
d
an
d
silver
.
Edwar
d
Pinkhammer
,
ye
t
countin
g
bac
k
t
o
hi
s
birt
h
b
y
hour
s
only
,
kne
w

th
e
rar
e
jo
y
o
f
havin
g
com
e
upo
n
s
o
divertin
g
a
 worl
d
full-fledge
d

an
d
unrestrained
.
I
sa
t
entrance
d
o
n
th
e
magi
c
carpet
s
provide
d
i
n

theatre
s
an
d
roof-gardens
,
tha
t
transporte
d
on
e
int
o
strang
e
an
d
delightfu
l
land
s
ful
l
o
f
frolicsom
e
music
,
prett
y
 girl
s
an
d

grotesque
,
droll
y
extravagan
t
parodie
s
upo
n
humankind
.
I
wen
t

her
e
an
d
ther
e
a
t
m
y
ow
n
dea
r
will
,
boun
d
b
y
n
o
limit
s
o
f
space
,

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o
r
comportment
.
I
dine
d
i
n
weir
d
cabarets
,
a
t
weirde
r
table
s
d'hôt
e
t
o
th
e
soun
d
o
f
Hungaria
n
musi
c
an
d
th
e
wil
d
shout
s
o
f
mercuria
l
artist
s
an
d
sculptors
.
Or
,
again
,
wher
e
th
e
nigh
t
lif
e
quiver
s
i
n
th
e
electri
c
glar
e
lik
e
a
kinetoscopi
c
picture
,
an
d
th
e
milliner
y
o
f
th
e
world
,
an
d
it
s
jewels
,
an
d
th
e
one
s
who
m
the
y
adorn
,
an
d
th
e
me
n
wh
o
mak
e
al
l
thre
e
possibl
e
ar
e
me
t
fo
r
goo
d
chee
r
an
d
th
e
spectacula
r
effect
.
An
d
amon
g
al
l
thes
e
scene
s
tha
t
I
hav
e
mentione
d
I
learne
d
on
e
thin
g
tha
t
I
neve
r
kne
w
before
.
An
d

tha
t
i
s
tha
t
th
e
ke
y
t
o
libert
y
i
s
no
t
i
n
th
e
hand
s
o
f
Licence
,
bu
t
Conventio
n
hold
s
it
.
Comit
y
ha
s
a
toll-gat
e
a
t
whic
h
yo
u
mus
t
pay
,
o
r
yo
u
ma
y
no
t
ente
r
th
e
lan
d
o
f
Freedom
.
I
n
al
l
th
e
glitter
,

th
e
seemin
g
disorder
,
th
e
parade
,
th
e
abandon
,
I
sa
w
thi
s
law
,

unobtrusive
,
ye
t
lik
e
iron
,
 prevail
.
Therefore
,
i
n
Manhatta
n
yo
u

mus
t
obe
y
thes
e
unwritte
n
laws
,
an
d
the
n
yo
u
wil
l
b
e
frees
t
o
f
th
e

free
.
I
f
yo
u
declin
e
t
o
b
e
boun
d
b
y
them
,
yo
u
pu
t
o
n
shackles
.
Sometimes
,
a
s
m
y
moo
d
urge
d
me
,
I
woul
d
see
k
th
e
stately
,
softl
y
murmurin
g
palm-rooms
,
redolen
t
wit
h
high-bor
n
lif
e
an
d
delicat
e
restraint
,
i
n
whic
h
t
o
dine
.
Agai
n
I
woul
d
 g
o
dow
n
t
o
th
e
waterway
s
i
n
steamer
s
packe
d
wit
h
vociferous
,
bedecked
,
unchecked
,
love-makin
g
clerk
s
an
d
shop-girl
s
t
o
thei
r
crud
e
plea
sure
s
o
n
th
e
islan
d
shores
.
An
d
ther
e
wa
s
alway
s
Broadwa
y
 -
glis
tening
,
opulent
,
wily
,
varying
,
desirabl
e
Broadwa
y
-
growin
g
upo
n

on
e
lik
e
a
n
opiu
m
habit
.
On
e
afternoo
n
a
s
I
entere
d
m
y
hote
l
a
stou
t
ma
n
wit
h
a
bi
g
nos
e
an
d
a
blac
k
moustach
e
blocke
d
m
y
wa
y
i
n
th
e
corridor
.
Whe
n
I
woul
d
hav
e
passe
d
aroun
d
him
,
h
e
greete
d
m
e
wit
h
offensiv
e
familiarity
.
'Hallo
,
Bellford!
'
h
e
crie
d
loudly
.
'Wha
t
th
e
deuc
e
ar
e
yo
u
doin
g
i
n
Ne
w
York
?
Didn'
t
kno
w
anythin
g
coul
d
dra
g
yo
u
awa
y

fro
m
tha
t
ol
d
boo
k
de
n
o
f
yours
.
I
s
Mrs
.
B
.
alon
g
o
r
i
s
thi
s
a
littl
e

busines
s
ru
n
alone
,
eh?
'
'Yo
u
hav
e
mad
e
a
mistake
,
sir,
'
I
sai
d
coldly
,
releasin
g
m
y
han
d
fro
m
hi
s
grasp
.
'M
y
nam
e
i
s
Pinkhammer
.
Yo
u
wil
l
excus
e
me.
'
Th
e
ma
n
droppe
d
t
o
on
e
 side
,
apparentl
y
astonished
.
A
s
I
walke
d
t
o
th
e
clerk'
s
des
k
I
hear
d
hi
m
cal
l
t
o
a
bell-bo
y
an
d
sa
y

somethin
g
abou
t
telegrap
h
blanks
.
'Yo
u
wil
l
giv
e
m
e
m
y
bill,
'
I
sai
d
 t
o
th
e
clerk
,
'an
d
hav
e
m
y
bag
gag
e
brough
t
dow
n
i
n
hal
f
a
n
hour
.
I
d
o
no
t
car
e
t
o
remai
n
wher
e

I
a
m
annoye
d
b
y
confidenc
e
men.
'
I
move
d
tha
t
afternoo
n
 t
o
anothe
r
hotel
,
a
sedate
,
old-fashione
d
on
e
o
n
lowe
r
Fift
h
Avenue
.
Ther
e
wa
s
a
restauran
t
a
littl
e
wa
y
of
f
Broadwa
y
wher
e
on
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d
b
e
 serve
d
almos
t
alfresco
i
n
a
tropi
c
arra
y
o
f
screenin
g
flora
.
Quie
t
an
d
luxur
y
an
d
a
perfec
t
servic
e
mad
e
i
t
a
n
idea
l
plac
e
i
n
whic
h
t
o
tak
e
luncheo
n
o
r
refreshment
.
On
e
afternoo
n
 I
wa
s
ther
e
pickin
g
m
y
wa
y
t
o
a
tabl
e
amon
g
th
e
fern
s
whe
n
I
fel
t
m
y
sleev
e
caught
.
'Mr
.
Bellford!
'
exclaime
d
a
n
amazingl
y
swee
t
voice
.
I
turne
d
quickl
y
t
o
se
e
a
lad
y
 seate
d
alon
e
-
a
lad
y
o
f
abou
t
thirty
,
wit
h
exceedingl
y
handsom
e
eyes
,
wh
o
looke
d
a
t
m
e
a
s
thoug
h
I
ha
d
bee
n
he
r
ver
y
dea
r
friend.
'Yo
u
wer
e
abou
t
t
o
pas
s
me,
'
sh
e
sai
d
accusingly
.
'Don'
t
tel
l
m
e
yo
u
di
d
no
t
kno
w
me
.
Wh
y
shoul
d
w
e
no
t
shak
e
hand
s
-
a
t
leas
t
onc
e
i
n
fiftee
n
years?
'
I
shoo
k
hand
s
wit
h
he
r
a
t
once
.
 I
too
k
a
chai
r
opposit
e
he
r
a
t
the
table
.
I
summone
d
wit
h
m
y
eyebrow
s
a
hoverin
g
waiter
.
Th
e
lad
y
wa
s
philanderin
g
wit
h
a
n
orang
e
ice
.
I
ordere
d
a
crème
de

menthe
.
He
r
hai
r
wa
s
reddis
h
bronze
.
Yo
u
coul
d
no
t
loo
k
a
t
it
,
becaus
e
yo
u
coul
d
no
t
loo
k
awa
y
fro
m
he
r
eyes
.
Bu
t
yo
u
wer
e
con
sciou
s
o
f
i
t
a
s
yo
u
ar
e
consciou
s
o
f
sunse
t
whil
e
yo
u
loo
k
int
o
th
e

profunditie
s
o
f
a
woo
d
a
t
twilight
.
'Ar
e
yo
u
sur
e
yo
u
kno
w
me?
'
I
asked
.
'No,
'
sh
e
said
,
smiling
,
'
I
wa
s
neve
r
sur
e
o
f
that.
'
'Wha
t
woul
d
yo
u
think,
'
I
said
,
a
littl
e
anxiously
,
'i
f
I
wer
e
t
o
tel
l
yo
u
tha
t
m
y
nam
e
i
s
Edwar
d
Pinkhammer
,
fro
m
Cornopolis
,
Kansas.
'
'Wha
t
woul
d
I
think?
'
sh
e
repeated
,
wit
h
a
merr
y
glance
.
'Why
,
tha
t
yo
u
ha
d
no
t
brough
t
Mrs
.
Bellfor
d
t
o
Ne
w
Yor
k
wit
h
you
,
o
f
course
.
I
d
o
wis
h
yo
u
had
.
I
woul
d
hav
e
like
d
t
o
se
e
Marian.
'
He
r
voic
e
 lowere
d
slightl
y
-
'Yo
u
haven'
t
change
d
much
,
Elwyn.
'
I
fel
t
he
r
wonderfu
l
eye
s
searchin
g
min
e
an
d
m
y
fac
e
mor
e
closely
.
'Yes
,
yo
u
have,
'
sh
e
amended
,
an
d
ther
e
wa
s
a
soft
,
exultan
t
 not
e
i
n
he
r
lates
t
tones
;
'
I
se
e
i
t
now
.
Yo
u
haven'
t
forgotten
.
Yo
u

haven'
t
forgotte
n
fo
r
a
yea
r
o
r
a
da
y
o
r
a
n
hour
.
I
tol
d
yo
u
yo
u
neve
r
could.
'
I
 poke
d
m
y
stra
w
anxiousl
y
i
n
th
e
crème
de
menthe.
'I'm
sur
e
I
be
g
you
r
pardon,
'
I
said
,
a
littl
e
uneas
y
a
t
he
r
gaze
.
'Bu
t
tha
t
i
s
jus
t
th
e
trouble
.
I
hav
e
forgotten
.
I'v
e
forgotte
n

everything.
'
Sh
e
floute
d
m
y
denial
.
Sh
e
laughe
d
deliciousl
y
a
t
somethin
g
sh
e
seeme
d
t
o
se
e
i
n
m
y
face
.
'I'v
e
hear
d
o
f
yo
u
a
t
times,
'
sh
e
wen
t
on
.
'You'r
e
quit
e
a
 bi
g
lawye
r
ou
t
Wes
t
-
Denver
,
isn'
t
it
,
o
r
Lo
s
Angeles
?
Maria
n
mus
t

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e
ver
y
prou
d
o
f
you
.
Yo
u
knew
,
I
suppose
,
tha
t
I
 marrie
d
si
x
month
s
afte
r
yo
u
did
.
Yo
u
ma
y
hav
e
see
n
i
t
i
n
th
e
papers
.
Th
e
flower
s
alon
e
cos
t
tw
o
thousan
d
dollars.
'
Sh
e
ha
d
mentione
d
fiftee
n
years
.
Fiftee
n
year
s
i
s
a
 lon
g
time
.
'Woul
d
i
t
b
e
to
o
late,
'
I
aske
d
somewha
t
timorously
,
't
o
offe
r
yo
u
congratulations?
'
'No
t
i
f
yo
u
dar
e
d
o
it,
'
sh
e
answered
,
wit
h
suc
h
fin
e
intrepidit
y
tha
t
I
wa
s
silent
,
an
d
bega
n
t
o
creas
e
pattern
s
o
n
th
e
clot
h
wit
h
m
y

thumb-nail
.
'Tel
l
m
e
on
e
thing,
'
sh
e
said
,
leanin
g
towar
d
m
e
rathe
r
eagerl
y
-
'
a
thin
g
I
hav
e
wante
d
t
o
kno
w
fo
r
man
y
year
s
-
jus
t
fro
m
a
woman'
s
curiosity
,
o
f
cours
e
-
hav
e
yo
u
eve
r
dare
d
sinc
e
tha
t
nigh
t
t
o
touch
,
smel
l
o
r
loo
k
a
t
whit
e
rose
s
-
a
t
whit
e
rose
s
 we
t
wit
h
rai
n
an
d
dew?
'
I
too
k
a
si
p
o
f
crème
de
menthe.
I
t
woul
d
b
e
useless
,
I
suppose,
'
I
said
,
wit
h
a
sigh
,
'fo
r
m
e
t
o
repea
t
tha
t
I
hav
e
n
o
recollectio
n
a
t
 al
l
abou
t
thes
e
things
.
M
y
memor
y
i
s
completel
y
a
t
fault
.
I
nee
d
no
t
sa
y
ho
w
muc
h
I
regre
t
it.
'
Th
e
lad
y
reste
d
he
r
arm
s
upo
n
th
e
table
,
an
d
agai
n
he
r
eye
s
dis
daine
d
m
y
word
s
an
d
wen
t
travellin
g
b
y
thei
r
ow
n
rout
e
direc
t
t
o
m
y
soul
.
Sh
e
laughe
d
softly
,
wit
h
a
strang
e
qualit
y
i
n
th
e
soun
d
-

i
t
wa
s
a
laug
h
o
f
happines
s
yes
,
an
d
o
f
conten
t
-
an
d
o
f
misery
.
I
trie
d
t
o
loo
k
awa
y
fro
m
her
.
'Yo
u
lie
,
Elwy
n
Bellford,
'
sh
e
breathe
d
blissfully
.
'Oh
,
I
kno
w
yo
u
lie!
'
I
gaze
d
dull
y
 int
o
th
e
ferns
.
'M
y
nam
e
i
s
Edwar
d
Pinkhammer,
'
I
said
.
'
I
cam
e
wit
h
th
e
del
egate
s
t
o
th
e
Druggists
'
Nationa
l
Convention
.
Ther
e
i
s
a
move

men
t
o
n
foo
t
fo
r
arrangin
g
a
ne
w
positio
n
fo
r
th
e
bottle
s
o
f

tartrat
e
o
f
antimon
y
an
d
tartrat
e
o
f
potash
,
i
n
which
,
ver
y
likely
,
yo
u
woul
d
tak
e
littl
e
interest.
'
A
shinin
g
landa
u
stoppe
d
befor
e
th
e
entrance
.
Th
e
 lad
y
rose
.
I
too
k
he
r
hand
,
an
d
bowed
.
'
I
a
m
deepl
y
sorry,
'
I
sai
d
t
o
her
,
'tha
t
I
canno
t
remember
.
I
coul
d
explain
,
bu
t
fea
r
yo
u
woul
d
no
t
understand
.
Yo
u
wil
l
no
t

conced
e
Pinkhammer
;
an
d
I
reall
y
canno
t
a
t
al
l
conceiv
e
o
f
th
e
-

th
e
rose
s
an
d
othe
r
things.
'
'Good-bye
,
Mr
.
Bellford,
'
sh
e
said
,
wit
h
he
r
happy
,
sorrowfu
l
smile
,
a
s
sh
e
 steppe
d
int
o
he
r
carriage
.
I
attende
d
th
e
theatr
e
tha
t
night
.
Whe
n
I
returne
d
t
o
m
y
hotel
,
a
quie
t
ma
n
i
n
dar
k
clothes
,
wh
o
seeme
d
intereste
d
i
n
rubbin
g
hi
s

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5
finger-nails
wit
h
a
sil
k
handkerchief
,
appeared
,
magically
,
a
t
m
y
side
.
'Mr
.
Pinkhammer,
'
h
e
sai
d
casually
,
givin
g
th
e
bul
k
o
f
hi
s
atten
tio
n
t
o
hi
s
forefinger
,
'ma
y
I
reques
t
yo
u
t
o
ste
p
asid
e
wit
h
m
e
fo
r
a
littl
e
conversation
?
Ther
e
i
s
a
roo
m
here.
'
'Certainly,
'
I
answered
.
H
e
conducte
d
m
e
int
o
a
small
,
privat
e
parlour
.
A
lad
y
an
d
a
gentlema
n
wer
e
 there
.
Th
e
lady
,
I
surmised
,
woul
d
hav
e
bee
n
unusuall
y
good-lookin
g
ha
d
he
r
feature
s
no
t
bee
n
cloude
d
b
y
a
n
expressio
n
o
f
kee
n
worr
y
an
d
fatigue
.
Sh
e
wa
s
o
f
a
styl
e
o
f
figur
e

an
d
possesse
d
colourin
g
an
d
feature
s
tha
t
wer
e
agreeabl
e
t
o
m
y

fancy
.
Sh
e
wa
s
i
n
a
travelling-dress
;
sh
e
fixe
d
upo
n
m
e
a
n
earnes
t

loo
k
o
f
extrem
e
anxiety
,
an
d
presse
d
 a
n
unstead
y
han
d
t
o
he
r
bosom
.
I
thin
k
sh
e
woul
d
hav
e
starte
d
forward
,
bu
t
th
e
gentlema
n
arreste
d
he
r
movemen
t
wit
h
a
n
authoritativ
e
motio
n
o
f
hi
s
hand
.
H
e
the
n
came
,
himself
,
 t
o
mee
t
me
.
H
e
wa
s
a
ma
n
o
f
forty
,
a
littl
e

gre
y
abou
t
th
e
temples
,
an
d
wit
h
a
strong
,
thoughtfu
l
face
.
'Bellford
,
ol
d
man,
'
h
e
sai
d
cordially
,
'I'
m
gla
d
t
o
se
e
yo
u
again
.
O
f
cours
e
w
e
kno
w
everythin
g
i
s
al
l
right
.
I
warne
d
you
,
yo
u
know
,
tha
t
yo
u
wer
e
overdoin
g
it
.
Now
,
you'l
l
g
o
bac
k
wit
h
us
,

an
d
b
e
yoursel
f
 agai
n
i
n
n
o
time.
'
I
smile
d
ironically
.
'
I
hav
e
bee
n
"Bellforded
"
s
o
often,
'
I
said
,
'tha
t
i
t
ha
s
los
t
it
s
edge
.
Still
,
i
n
th
e
end
,
i
t
ma
y
gro
w
wearisome
.
Woul
d
yo
u
b
e
will
in
g
a
t
al
l
t
o
entertai
n
th
e
hypothesi
s
tha
t
m
y
nam
e
i
s
Edwar
d

Pinkhammer
,
an
d
tha
t
I
neve
r
sa
w
yo
u
befor
e
i
n
m
y
life?
'
Befor
e
th
e
ma
n
coul
d
repl
y
a
wailin
g
cr
y
cam
e
fro
m
th
e
woman
.
Sh
e
spran
g
pas
t
hi
s
detainin
g
arm
.
'Elwyn!
'
sh
e
sobbed
,
an
d
cas
t
hersel
f
upo
n
me
,
an
d
clun
g
tight
.
'Elwyn,
'
sh
e
crie
d
again
,
'don'
t
brea
k
m
y
heart
.
I
a
m
you
r
wif
e
-
cal
l
m
y
nam
e
onc
e
-
jus
t
once
!
I

coul
d
se
e
yo
u
dea
d
rathe
r
tha
n
thi
s
way.
'
I
unwoun
d
he
r
arm
s
respectfully
,
bu
t
firmly
.
'Madam,
'
 I
sai
d
severely
,
'pardo
n
m
e
i
f
I
sugges
t
tha
t
yo
u
accep
t
a
resemblanc
e
to
o
precipitately
.
I
t
i
s
a
pity,
'
I
wen
t
on
,
wit
h
a
n
amuse
d
laugh
,
a
s
th
e
though
t
occurre
d
t
o
me
,
 'tha
t
thi
s
Bellfor
d
an
d
I
coul
d
no
t
b
e
kep
t
sid
e
b
y
sid
e
upo
n
th
e
sam
e
shel
f

lik
e
tartrate
s
o
f
sodiu
m
an
d
antimon
y
fo
r
purpose
s
o
f
identifica
tion
.
I
n
orde
r
t
o
 understan
d
th
e
allusion,
'
I
conclude
d
airily
,
'i
t
ma
y
b
e
necessar
y
fo
r
yo
u
t
o
kee
p
a
n
ey
e
o
n
th
e
proceeding
s
o
f

th
e
Druggists
'
Nationa
l
Convention.
'
Th
e
lad
y
turne
d
t
o
he
r
companion
,
an
d
graspe
d
hi
s
arm
.
'Wha
t
i
s
it
,
Docto
r
Volney
?
Oh
,
wha
t
i
s
it?
'
sh
e
moaned
.

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e
le
d
he
r
t
o
th
e
door
.
'G
o
 t
o
you
r
roo
m
for
awhile,
'
I
hear
d
hi
m
say
.
'
I
wil
l
remai
n
an
d
tal
k
wit
h
him
.
Hi
s
mind
?
No
,
I
thin
k
no
t
-
onl
y
a
portio
n
o
f
th
e
brain
.
Yes
,
I
a
m
sur
e
h
e
wil
l
recover
.
G
o
t
o
you
r
roo
m
an
d
leav
e
m
e
wit
h
him.
'
Th
e
lad
y
disappeared
.
Th
e
ma
n
i
n
dar
k
clothe
s
als
o
wen
t
out
side
,
stil
l
manicurin
g
himsel
f
i
n
a
thoughtfu
l
 way
.
I
thin
k
h
e

waite
d
i
n
th
e
hall
.
'
I
woul
d
lik
e
t
o
tal
k
wit
h
yo
u
a
while
,
Mr
.
Pinkhammer
,
i
f
I
may,
'
sai
d
th
e
gentlema
n
wh
o
remained
.
'Ver
y
well
,
i
f
yo
u
car
e
to,
'
I
replied
,
'an
d
wil
l
excus
e
m
e
i
f
I
tak
e
i
t
comfortably
;
I
a
m
rathe
r
tired.
'
I
stretche
d
mysel
f
upo
n
a
couc
h

b
y
a
windo
w
an
d
li
t
a
cigar
.
H
e
dre
w
 a
chai
r
nea
r
by
.
'Le
t
u
s
spea
k
t
o
th
e
point,
'
h
e
sai
d
soothingly
.
'You
r
nam
e
i
s
no
t
Pinkhammer.
'
'
I
kno
w
tha
t
a
s
wel
l
a
s
yo
u
do,
'
I
sai
d
coolly
.
'Bu
t
a
 ma
n
mus
t
hav
e
a
nam
e
o
f
som
e
sort
.
I
ca
n
assur
e
yo
u
tha
t
I
d
o
no
t
extrava
gantl
y
admir
e
th
e
nam
e
o
f
Pinkhammer
.
Bu
t
whe
n
on
e
christen
s

one'
s
self
,
suddenl
y
th
e
 fin
e
name
s
d
o
no
t
see
m
t
o
sugges
t
them

selves
.
Bu
t
suppos
e
i
t
ha
d
bee
n
Scheringhause
n
o
r
Scroggins
!
I

thin
k
I
di
d
ver
y
wel
l
wit
h
Pinkhammer.
'
'You
r
name,
'
sai
d
th
e
othe
r
 ma
n
seriously
,
'i
s
Elwy
n
C
.
Bellford
.
Yo
u
ar
e
on
e
o
f
th
e
firs
t
lawyer
s
i
n
Denver
.
Yo
u
ar
e
sufferin
g
fro
m
a
n
attac
k
o
f
aphasia
,
whic
h
ha
s
cause
d
yo
u
t
o
forge
t
you
r
identity
.
Th
e
caus
e
o
f
i
t
wa
s
over-applicatio
n
t
o
you
r
profession
,
and
,
per
haps
,
a
lif
e
to
o
bar
e
o
f
natura
l
recreatio
n
an
d
pleasures
.
Th
e
lad
y
wh
o
ha
s
jus
t
lef
t
th
e
roo
m
 i
s
you
r
wife.
'
'Sh
e
i
s
wha
t
I
woul
d
cal
l
a
fine-lookin
g
woman,
'
I
said
,
afte
r
a
judicia
l
pause
.
'
I
particularl
y
admir
e
th
e
shad
e
o
f
brow
n
i
n
he
r
hair.
'
'Sh
e
i
s
a
wif
e
 t
o
b
e
prou
d
of
.
Sinc
e
you
r
disappearance
,
nearl
y
tw
o
week
s
ago
,
sh
e
ha
s
scarcel
y
close
d
he
r
eyes
.
W
e
learne
d
tha
t
yo
u
wer
e
i
n
Ne
w
Yor
k
throug
h
a
telegra
m
sen
t
b
y
 Isidor
e
Newman
,
a
travellin
g
ma
n
fro
m
Denver
.
H
e
sai
d
tha
t
h
e
ha
d
me
t
yo
u
i
n
a
n
hote
l
here
,
an
d
tha
t
yo
u
di
d
no
t
recogniz
e
him.
'
'
I
thin
k
I
remembe
r
th
e
occasion,
'
I
said
.
'Th
e
fello
w
calle
d
m
e
"Bellford,
"
i
f
I
a
m
no
t
mistaken
.
Bu
t
don'
t
yo
u
thin
k
i
t
abou
t
time
,
now
,
fo
r
yo
u
t
o
introduc
e
yourself?
'
'
I
a
m
Rober
t
Volne
y
-
Docto
r
Volney
.
I
hav
e
bee
n
you
r
clos
e
frien
d
for
twent
y
years
,
an
d
you
r
physicia
n
fo
r
fifteen
.
I
cam
e
wit
h
Mrs
.
Bellfor
d
t
o
trac
e
yo
u
a
s
soo
n
a
s
w
e
go
t
th
e
telegram
.
Try
,
Elwyn
,
ol
d
ma
n
-
tr
y
t
o
remember!
'

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'What'
s
th
e
us
e
t
o
try!
'
I
asked
,
wit
h
a
littl
e
frown
.
'Yo
u
sa
y
yo
u
ar
e
a
physician
.
 I
s
aphasi
a
curable
?
Whe
n
a
ma
n
lose
s
hi
s
memory
,
doe
s
i
t
retur
n
slowly
,
o
r
suddenly?
'
'Sometime
s
graduall
y
an
d
imperfectly
;
sometime
s
a
s
suddenl
y
a
s
i
t
went.
'
'Wil
l
yo
u
undertak
e
th
e
treatmen
t
 o
f
m
y
case
,
Docto
r
Volney?
'
I
asked
.
'Ol
d
friend,
'
sai
d
he
,
'I'l
l
d
o
everythin
g
i
n
m
y
power
,
an
d
wil
l
hav
e
don
e
everythin
g
tha
t
scienc
e
ca
n
d
o
t
o
cur
e
you.
'
'Ver
y
 well,
'
sai
d
I
.
'The
n
yo
u
wil
l
conside
r
tha
t
I
a
m
you
r
patient
.
Everythin
g
i
s
i
n
confidenc
e
no
w
-
professiona
l
confidence.
'
'O
f
course,
'
sai
d
Docto
r
Volney
.
I
go
t
u
p
fro
m
th
e
couch
.
 Someon
e
ha
d
se
t
a
vas
e
o
f
whit
e
rose
s
o
n
th
e
centr
e
tabl
e
-
a
cluste
r
o
f
whit
e
rose
s
freshl
y
sprinkle
d
an
d
fragrant
.
I
thre
w
the
m
fa
r
ou
t
o
f
th
e
window
,
an
d
the
n
I
lai
d
mysel
f
upo
n
th
e
couc
h
again
.
'I
t
wil
l
b
e
best
,
Bobby,
'
I
said
,
't
o
hav
e
thi
s
cur
e
happe
n
sud
denly
.
I'
m
rathe
r
tire
d
o
f
i
t
all
,
anyway
.
Yo
u
ma
y
g
o
no
w
an
d

brin
g
Maria
n
in
.
But
,
oh
,
Doc,
'
I
said
,
wit
h
a
sigh
,
a
s
I
kicke
d
hi
m

o
n
th
e
shi
n
-
'goo
d
ol
d
Do
c
-
i
t
wa
s
glorious!
'
L
A
Municipal
Report
Th
e
citie
s
ar
e
ful
l
o
f
pride
,
Challengin
g
eac
h
t
o
eac
h
-
Thi
s
fro
m
he
r
mountainside
,
Tha
t
fro
m
he
r
burthene
d
beach
.
R
.
KIPLING
.
Fanc
y
a
nove
l
abou
t
Chicag
o
o
r
Buffalo
,
le
t
u
s
 say
,
o
r
Nashville
,
Tennessee
!
Ther
e
ar
e
jus
t
thre
e
bi
g
citie
s
i
n
th
e
Unite
d
State
s
tha
t
ar
e
'stor
y
cities
'
-
Ne
w
York
,
o
f
course
,
Ne
w
Orleans
,
and
,
bes
t
o
f
th
e
lot
,
 Sa
n
Francisco
.
-
FRANK

NORRIS
.
EAS
T
I
S
EAST
,
an
d
Wes
t
i
s
Sa
n
Francisco
,
accordin
g
t
o
Californi
ans
.
Californian
s
ar
e
a
rac
e
o
f
people
;
the
y
ar
e
no
t
merel
y
inhabi

tant
s
o
f
a
State
.
The
y
ar
e
th
e
Southerner
s
o
f
th
e
West
.
Now
,

Chicagoan
s
ar
e
n
o
les
s
loya
l
t
o
thei
r
city
;
bu
t
whe
n
yo
u
as
k
the
m
why
,
the
y
stamme
r
an
d
spea
k
o
f
lak
e
fish
 an
d
th
e
ne
w
Od
d
Fellow
s
Building
.
Bu
t
Californian
s
g
o
int
o
detail
.

30
8
O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
O
f
cours
e
the
y
have
,
i
n
th
e
climate
,
a
n
argumen
t
tha
t
i
s
goo
d
fo
r
hal
f
a
n
hou
r
whil
e
yo
u
ar
e
thinkin
g
o
f
you
r
coa
l
bill
s
an
d
heav
y
underwear
.
Bu
t
a
s
soo
n
a
s
the
y
com
e
t
o
mistak
e
you
r
silenc
e
fo
r
conviction
,
madnes
s
come
s
 upo
n
them
,
an
d
the
y
pictur
e
th
e
cit
y
o
f
th
e
Golde
n
Gat
e
a
s
th
e
Bagda
d
o
f
th
e
Ne
w
World
.
S
o
far
,
a
s
a
matte
r
o
f
opinion
,
n
o
refutatio
n
i
s
necessary
.
But
,
 dea
r
cousin
s
al
l
(fro
m
Ada
m
an
d
Ev
e
descended)
,
i
t
i
s
a
ras
h
on
e
wh
o
wil
l
la
y
hi
s
finger
o
n
th
e
ma
p
an
d
say
:
'I
n
thi
s
tow
n
ther
e
ca
n
b
e
n
o
romanc
e
-
wha
t
coul
d
happe
n
here?
'
Yes
,
i
t
i
s
a
bol
d
an
d
a
ras
h
dee
d
t
o
challeng
e
i
n
on
e
sentenc
e
history
,
romance
,
an
d
Ran
d
an
d
McNally
.
NASHVILLE
.
-
A
city
,
por
t
o
f
delivery
,
an
d
th
e
capita
l
o
f
the
Stat
e
o
f
Ten
nessee
,
i
s
o
n
th
e
Cumberlan
d
Rive
r
an
d
o
n
th
e
N.C
.
&
St
.
L
.
an
d
th
e
L
.
&
N
.
railroads
.
Thi
s
cit
y
i
s
regarde
d
 a
s
th
e
mos
t
importan
t
educationa
l
centr
e
i
n
th
e
South
.
I
steppe
d
of
f
th
e
trai
n
a
t
8
p.m
.
Havin
g
searche
d
th
e
thesauru
s
i
n
vai
n
fo
r
adjectives
,
I
must
,
a
s
a
substitution
,
hi
e
m
e
t
o
compariso
n
i
n
th
e
for
m
o
f
a
recipe
.
Tak
e
o
f
Londo
n
fo
g
3
0
parts
;
malari
a
1
0
parts
;
ga
s
leak
s
2
0
parts
;
dewdrops
,
gathere
d
i
n
a
brickyar
d
a
t
sunrise
,
2
5
parts
;
 odou
r
o
f
honeysuckl
e
1
5
parts
.
Mix
.
Th
e
mixtur
e
wil
l
giv
e
yo
u
a
n
approximat
e
conceptio
n
o
f
a
Nashvill
e
drizzle
.
I
t
i
s
no
t
s
o
fragran
t
a
s
a
moth-bal
l
no
r
a
s
thic
k
a
s
pea-soup
;
bu
t
'ti
s
enoug
h
-
'twil
l
serve
.
I
wen
t
t
o
a
n
hote
l
i
n
a
tumbril
.
I
t
require
d
stron
g
self-suppres
sio
n
fo
r
m
e
t
o
kee
p
fro
m
climbin
g
t
o
th
e
to
p
o
f
i
t
an
d
 givin
g
a
n
imitatio
n
o
f
Sidne
y
Carton
.
Th
e
vehicl
e
wa
s
draw
n
b
y
beast
s
o
f
a

bygon
e
er
a
an
d
drive
n
b
y
somethin
g
dar
k
an
d
emancipated
.
I
wa
s
sleep
y
an
d
tired
,
s
o
whe
n
 I
go
t
t
o
th
e
hote
l
I
hurriedl
y
pai
d
i
t
th
e
fifty
cent
s
i
t
demande
d
(wit
h
approximat
e
lagniappe
,
I

assur
e
you)
.
I
kne
w
it
s
habits
;
an
d
I
di
d
no
t
wan
t
t
o
hea
r
i
t
 prat
e

abou
t
it
s
ol
d
'marster
'
o
r
anythin
g
tha
t
happene
d
'befo
'
d
e
wah.
'
Th
e
hote
l
wa
s
on
e
o
f
th
e
kin
d
describe
d
a
s
'renovated.
'
Tha
t
mean
s
$20,00
0
wort
h
o
f
ne
w
marbl
e
 pillars
,
tiling
,
electri
c
light
s

an
d
bras
s
cuspidor
s
i
n
th
e
lobby
,
an
d
a
ne
w
L
.
&
N
.
tim
e
tabl
e

an
d
a
lithograp
h
o
f
Lookou
t
Mountai
n
i
n
eac
h
on
e
o
f
th
e
grea
t
room
s
above
.
Th
e
managemen
t
wa
s
withou
t
reproach
,
th
e
atten
tio
n
ful
l
o
f
exquisit
e
Souther
n
courtesy
,
th
e
servic
e
a
s
slo
w
a
s
th
e
progres
s
o
f
a
snai
l
an
d
a
s
good-humoure
d
a
s
Ri
p
Va
n
Winkle
.
Th
e
foo
d
wa
s
wort
h
travellin
g
a
thousan
d
mile
s
for
.
Ther
e
i
s
n
o

O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
30
9
othe
r
hote
l
i
n
th
e
worl
d
wher
e
yo
u
ca
n
ge
t
suc
h
chicke
n
liver
s
en
brochette.
A
t
dinne
r
I
aske
d
a
negr
o
waite
r
i
f
ther
e
wa
s
anythin
g
doin
g
i
n
town
.
H
e
pondere
d
gravel
y
fo
r
a
minute
,
an
d
the
n
replied
:
'Well
,
boss
,
I
don'
t
reall
y
 recko
n
there'
s
anythin
g
a
t
al
l
doin
'
afte
r
sundown.
'
Sundow
n
ha
d
bee
n
accomplished
;
i
t
ha
d
bee
n
drowne
d
i
n
th
e
drizzl
e
lon
g
before
.
S
o
tha
t
spectacl
e
wa
s
denie
d
me
.
Bu
t
I
wen
t
fort
h
upo
n
th
e
street
s
i
n
th
e
drizzl
e
t
o
se
e
wha
t
migh
t
b
e
there
.
I
t
i
s
buil
t
o
n
undulatin
g
grounds
;
an
d
th
e
street
s
ar
e
lighte
d
b
y
electricit
y
a
t
a
cos
t
o
f
 $32,47
0
pe
r
annum
.
A
s
I
lef
t
th
e
hote
l
ther
e
wa
s
a
rac
e
riot
.
Dow
n
upo
n
m
e
charge
d
a
compan
y
o
f
freedmen
,
o
r
Arabs
,
o
r
Zulus
,
arme
d
wit
h
-
no
,
I

sa
w
wit
h
relie
f
tha
t
the
y
wer
e
no
t
rifles,
bu
t
whips
.
An
d
I
sa
w

diml
y
a
carava
n
o
f
black
,
clums
y
vehicles
;
an
d
a
t
th
e
reassurin
g

shouts
,
'Kya
r
yo
u
anywher
e
i
n
the
town
,
boss
,
 fu
h
fift
y
cents,
'
I

reasone
d
tha
t
I
wa
s
merel
y
a
'fare
'
instea
d
o
f
a
victim
.
I
walke
d
throug
h
lon
g
streets
,
al
l
leadin
g
uphill
.
I
wondere
d
ho
w
thos
e
street
s
eve
r
cam
e
dow
n
again
.
 Perhap
s
the
y
didn'
t
unti
l
the
y
wer
e
'graded.
'
O
n
a
fe
w
o
f
th
e
'mai
n
streets
' I
sa
w
light
s
i
n
store
s
her
e
an
d
there
;
sa
w
street-car
s
g
o
b
y
conveyin
g
worth
y
burgher
s
hithe
r
an
d
 yon
;
sa
w
peopl
e
pas
s
engage
d
i
n
th
e
ar
t
o
f
conversation
,

an
d
hear
d
a
burs
t
o
f
semi-livel
y
laughte
r
issuin
g
fro
m
a
soda-wate
r

an
d
ice-crea
m
parlour
.
Th
e
street
s
othe
r
tha
n
'main
'
seeme
d
t
o
hav
e
entice
d
upo
n
thei
r
border
s
house
s
consecrate
d
t
o
peac
e
an
d
domesticity
.
I
n
man
y
o
f
the
m
light
s
shon
e
behin
d
discreetl
y
draw
n
windo
w
shades
;
i
n
a
fe
w
piano
s
tinkle
d
orderl
y
an
d
irreproachabl
e
music
.
Ther
e
was
,
indeed
,
littl
e
'doing.
'
I
wishe
d
I
ha
d
com
e
befor
e
sundown
.
S
o
I
returne
d
t
o
m
y
hotel
.
I
n
November
,
1864
,
th
e
Confederat
e
Genera
l
Hoo
d
advance
d
agains
t
Nashville
,
wher
e
h
e
shu
t
u
p
a
Nationa
l
forc
e
unde
r
Genera
l
Thomas
.
Th
e
latte
r
the
n
sallie
d
fort
h
an
d
defeate
d
th
e
confederate
s
i
n
a
terribl
e
conflict
.
Al
l
m
y
lif
e
I
hav
e
hear
d
of
,
admired
,
an
d
witnesse
d
th
e
fin
e
markmanshi
p
o
f
th
e
Sout
h
i
n
it
s
peacefu
l
conflict
s
i
n
th
e
tobacco
-
chewin
g
regions
.
Bu
t
i
n
m
y
hote
l
a
surpris
e
awaite
d
me
.
Ther
e
wer
e
twelv
e
bright
,
new
,
imposing
,
capaciou
s
bras
s
cuspidor
s
i
n
th
e
grea
t
lobby
,
tal
l
enoug
h
t
o
b
e
calle
d
urn
s
an
d
s
o
wide
-
mouthe
d
tha
t
th
e
crac
k
pitche
r
o
f
a
lad
y
basebal
l
tea
m
shoul
d

31
0
O
 HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
hav
e
bee
n
abl
e
t
o
thro
w
a
bal
l
int
o
on
e
o
f
the
m
a
t
fiv
e
pace
s
dis
tant
.
But
,
althoug
h
a
terribl
e
battl
e
ha
d
rage
d
an
d
wa
s
stil
l
raging
,
th
e
enem
y
ha
d
no
t
suffered
.
Bright
,
new
,
imposing
,
capacious
,
untouched
,
the
y
stood
.
Bu
t
shade
s
o
f
Jefferso
n
Brick
!
th
e
til
e
floo
r
-
th
e
beautifu
l
til
e
floor
!
I
coul
d
no
t
avoi
d
thinkin
g
 o
f
th
e

battl
e
o
f
Nashville
,
an
d
tryin
g
t
o
draw
,
a
s
i
s
m
y
foolis
h
habit
,

som
e
deduction
s
abou
t
hereditar
y
markmanship
.
Her
e
I
firs
t
sa
w
Majo
r
(b
y
misplace
d
courtesy
)
Wentwort
h
Caswell
.
 I
kne
w
hi
m
fo
r
a
typ
e
th
e
momen
t
m
y
eye
s
suffere
d
fro
m
th
e
sigh
t
o
f
him
.
A
ra
t
ha
s
n
o
geographica
l
habitat
.
M
y
ol
d
friend
,
A
.
Tennyson
,
said
,
a
s
h
e
s
o
 wel
l
sai
d
almos
t
everything
:
'Prophet
,
curs
e
m
e
th
e
blabbin
g
lip
,
An
d
curs
e
m
e
th
e
British
vermin
,
th
e
rat.
'
Le
t
u
s
regar
d
th
e
wor
d
'British
'
a
s
interchangeabl
e
ad
lib.
A
ra
t
i
s
a
 rat
.
Thi
s
ma
n
wa
s
huntin
g
abou
t
th
e
hote
l
lobb
y
lik
e
a
starve
d
do
g
tha
t
ha
d
forgotte
n
wher
e
h
e
ha
d
burie
d
a
bone
.
H
e
ha
d
a
fac
e
o
f
grea
t
acreage
,
red
,
pulpy
,
 an
d
wit
h
a
kin
d
o
f
sleep
y
massivenes
s
lik
e
tha
t
o
f
Buddha
.
H
e
possesse
d
on
e
singl
e
virtu
e
-
h
e
wa
s
ver
y
smoothl
y
shaven
.
Th
e
mar
k
o
f
th
e
beas
t
i
s
no
t
indelibl
e
upo
n
a

ma
n
unti
l
h
e
goe
s
abou
t
wit
h
a
stubble
.
I
thin
k
tha
t
i
f
h
e
ha
d
no
t

use
d
hi
s
razo
r
tha
t
da
y
I
woul
d
hav
e
repulse
d
hi
s
advances
,
an
d
th
e
crimina
l
 calenda
r
o
f
th
e
worl
d
woul
d
hav
e
bee
n
spare
d
th
e
addi

tio
n
o
f
on
e
murder
.
I
happene
d
t
o
b
e
standin
g
withi
n
fiv
e
fee
t
o
f
a
cuspido
r
whe
n
Majo
r
Caswel
l
opene
d
fir
e
upo
n
it
.
I
ha
d
bee
n
observan
t
enoug
h
t
o
perceiv
e
tha
t
th
e
attackin
g
forc
e
wa
s
usin
g
Gatling
s
instea
d
o
f

squirre
l
rifles
;
s
o
I
side-steppe
d
s
o
promptl
y
tha
t
th
e
majo
r
seize
d
th
e
opportunit
y
t
o
apologiz
e
t
o
a
non-combatant
.
H
e
ha
d
th
e
blabbin
g
lip
.
I
n
fou
r
minute
s
h
e
ha
d
becom
e
m
y
frien
d
an
d
ha
d
dragge
d
m
e
t
o
th
e
bar
.
I
desir
e
t
o
interpolat
e
her
e
 tha
t
I
a
m
a
Southerner
.
Bu
t
I
a
m
no
t
on
e
b
y
professio
n
o
r
trade
.
I
esche
w
th
e
strin
g
tie
,
th
e
slouc
h
hat
,

th
e
Princ
e
Albert
,
th
e
numbe
r
o
f
bale
s
o
f
cotto
n
 destroye
d
b
y
Sherman
,
an
d
plu
g
chewing
.
Whe
n
th
e
orchestr
a
play
s
Dixi
e
I
d
o
no
t
cheer
.
I
slid
e
a
littl
e
lowe
r
o
n
th
e
leather-cornere
d
sea
t
and
,

well
,
orde
r
anothe
r
Würzburge
r
an
d
wis
h
tha
t
Longstree
t
ha
d
-
bu
t
what'
s
th
e
use
?
Majo
r
Caswel
l
bange
d
th
e
ba
r
wit
h
hi
s
fist
,
an
d
th
e
firs
t
gu
n
a
t
For
t
Sumte
r
re-echoed
.
Whe
n
h
e
fire
d
th
e
las
t
on
e
a
t
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I
bega
n
t
o
hope
.
Bu
t
the
n
h
e
bega
n
o
n
famil
y
trees
,
an
d
demon
strate
d
tha
t
Ada
m
wa
s
onl
y
a
thir
d
cousi
n
o
f
a
collatera
l
branc
h
o
f
th
e
Caswel
l
family
.
Genealog
y
dispose
d
of
,
h
e
too
k
up
,
t
o
m
y
dis
taste
,
hi
s
privat
e
famil
y
matters
.
H
e
spok
e
o
f
hi
s
wife
,
trace
d
he
r
descen
t
bac
k
 t
o
Eve
,
an
d
profanel
y
denie
d
an
y
possibl
e
rumou
r
tha
t
sh
e
ma
y
hav
e
ha
d
relation
s
i
n
th
e
lan
d
o
f
Nod
.
B
y
thi
s
tim
e
I
bega
n
t
o
suspec
t
tha
t
h
e
wa
s
tryin
g
 t
o
obscur
e
b
y
nois
e
th
e
fac
t
tha
t
h
e
ha
d
ordere
d
th
e
drinks
,
o
n
th
e
chanc
e
tha
t
I
woul
d
b
e
bewildere
d
int
o
payin
g
fo
r
them
.
Bu
t
whe
n
the
y
wer
e
dow
n
h
e
 crashe
d
a
silve
r
dolla
r
loudl
y
upo
n
th
e
bar
.
Then
,
o
f
course
,
anothe
r
servin
g
wa
s
obligatory
.
An
d
whe
n
I
ha
d
pai
d
fo
r
tha
t
I
too
k
leav
e
o
f
hi
m
brusquely
;
fo
r
I
wante
d
n
o
mor
e
o
f
him
.

Bu
t
befor
e
I
ha
d
obtaine
d
m
y
releas
e
h
e
ha
d
prate
d
loudl
y
o
f
a
n
incom
e
tha
t
hi
s
wif
e
received
,
an
d
showe
d
a
handfu
l
o
f
silve
r

money
.
Whe
n
 I
go
t
m
y
ke
y
a
t
th
e
des
k
th
e
cler
k
sai
d
t
o
m
e
courteously
:
'I
f
tha
t
ma
n
Caswel
l
ha
s
annoye
d
you
,
an
d
i
f
yo
u
woul
d
lik
e
t
o

mak
e
a
complaint
,
w
e
 wil
l
hav
e
hi
m
ejected
.
H
e
i
s
a
nuisance
,
a

loafer
,
an
d
withou
t
an
y
know
n
mean
s
o
f
support
,
althoug
h
h
e
seem
s
t
o
hav
e
som
e
mone
y
mos
t
th
e
time
.
Bu
t
w
e
don'
t
 see
m
t
o
b
e
abl
e
t
o
hi
t
upo
n
an
y
mean
s
o
f
throwin
g
hi
m
ou
t
legally.
'
'Why
,
no,
'
sai
d
I
,
afte
r
som
e
reflection
;
'
I
don'
t
se
e
m
y
wa
y
clea
r
t
o
makin
g
a
 complaint
.
Bu
t
I
woul
d
lik
e
t
o
plac
e
mysel
f
o
n
recor
d
a
s
assertin
g
tha
t
I
d
o
no
t
car
e
fo
r
hi
s
company
.
You
r
town,
'
I
continued
,
'seem
s
t
o
b
e
a
quie
t
one
.
Wha
t
manne
r
o
f
entertain
ment
,
adventure
,
o
r
excitemen
t
hav
e
yo
u
t
o
offe
r
t
o
th
e
strange
r
withi
n
you
r
gates?
'
'Well
,
sir,
'
sai
d
th
e
clerk
,
'ther
e
wil
l
b
e
a
sho
w
her
e
nex
t
Thurs
day
.
I
t
i
s
-
I'l
l
loo
k
i
t
u
p
an
d
hav
e
th
e
announcemen
t
sen
t
u
p
t
o
you
r
roo
m
wit
h
th
e
ic
e
water
.
Goo
d
night.
'
Afte
r
I
wen
t
u
p
t
o
m
y
roo
m
I
looke
d
ou
t
o
f
th
e
window
.
I
t
wa
s
onl
y
abou
t
te
n
o'clock
,
bu
t
I
looke
d
upo
n
a
silen
t
town
.
Th
e
driz

zl
e
continued
,
spangle
d
wit
h
di
m
lights
,
a
s
fa
r
apar
t
a
s
currant
s
i
n
a
cak
e
sol
d
a
t
th
e
Ladies
'
Exchange
.
'
A
quie
t
place,
'
I
sai
d
t
o
myself
,
a
s
m
y
firs
t
sho
e
struc
k
th
e
ceil
in
g
o
f
th
e
occupan
t
o
f
th
e
roo
m
beneat
h
mine
.
'Nothin
g
 o
f
th
e

lif
e
her
e
tha
t
give
s
colou
r
an
d
variet
y
t
o
th
e
citie
s
i
n
th
e
Eas
t
an
d
West
.
Jus
t
a
good
,
ordinary
,
humdru
m
busines
s
town.
'
Nashvill
e
occupie
s
a
foremost
plac
e
amon
g
th
e
manufacturin
g
centre
s
o
f
th
e
country
.
I
t
i
s
th
e
fift
h
boo
t
an
d
sho
e
marke
t
i
n
th
e
Unite
d
States
,
th
e
larges
t
cand
y
an
d
cracke
r
manufacturin
g
cit
y
i
n
th
e
South
,
an
d
doe
s
 a
n
enormou
s
wholesal
e
dr
y
goods
,
grocer
y
an
d
dru
g
business
.

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mus
t
tel
l
yo
u
ho
w
I
cam
e
t
o
b
e
i
n
Nashville
,
an
d
assur
e
yo
u
th
e
digressio
n
bring
s
a
s
muc
h
tediu
m
t
o
m
e
a
s
i
t
doe
s
t
o
you
.
I
wa
s
travellin
g
elsewher
e
o
n
m
y
ow
n
business
,
bu
t
I
ha
d
a
com
missio
n
fro
m
a
Norther
n
literar
y
magazin
e
t
o
sto
p
ove
r
ther
e
an
d
establis
h
a
persona
l
connectio
n
betwee
n
th
e
publicatio
n
an
d
on
e
o
f
it
s
contributors
,
Azale
a
Adair
.
Adai
r
(ther
e
wa
s
n
o
clu
e
t
o
th
e
personalit
y
excep
t
th
e
handwrit
ing
)
 ha
d
sen
t
i
n
som
e
essay
s
(los
t
art!
)
an
d
poem
s
tha
t
ha
d
mad
e
th
e
editor
s
swea
r
approvingl
y
ove
r
thei
r
on
e
o'cloc
k
luncheon
.
S
o

the
y
ha
d
commissione
d
m
e
t
o
roun
d
u
p
 sai
d
Adai
r
an
d
corne
r
b
y

contrac
t
hi
s
o
r
he
r
outpu
t
a
t
tw
o
cent
s
a
wor
d
befor
e
som
e
othe
r
publishe
r
offere
d
he
r
te
n
o
r
twenty
.
A
t
nin
e
o'cloc
k
th
e
nex
t
morning
,
afte
r
m
y
chicke
n
liver
s
en
bro
chette
(tr
y
the
m
i
f
yo
u
ca
n
fin
d
tha
t
hotel)
,
I
straye
d
ou
t
int
o
th
e
drizzle
,
whic
h
wa
s
stil
l
o
n
fo
r
a
n
unlimite
d
run
.
A
t
th
e
 firs
t
corne
r

I
cam
e
upo
n
Uncl
e
Cæsar
.
H
e
wa
s
a
stalwar
t
negro
,
olde
r
tha
n
th
e

pyramids
,
wit
h
gre
y
woo
l
an
d
a
fac
e
tha
t
reminde
d
m
e
o
f
Brutus
,

an
d
a
secon
d
 afterward
s
o
f
th
e
lat
e
Kin
g
Cetewayo
.
H
e
wor
e
th
e

mos
t
remarkabl
e
coa
t
tha
t
I
eve
r
ha
d
see
n
o
r
expec
t
t
o
see
.
I
t

reache
d
t
o
hi
s
ankle
s
an
d
ha
d
onc
e
 bee
n
a
Confederat
e
gre
y
i
n

colours
.
Bu
t
rai
n
an
d
su
n
an
d
ag
e
ha
d
s
o
variegate
d
i
t
tha
t
Joseph'
s

coat
,
besid
e
it
,
woul
d
hav
e
fade
d
t
o
a
pal
e
monochrome
.
I
mus
t
linge
r
wit
h
tha
t
coa
t
fo
r
i
t
ha
s
t
o
d
o
wit
h
th
e
stor
y
-
th
e
stor
y
tha
t

i
s
s
o
lon
g
i
n
coming
,
becaus
e
yo
u
ca
n
hardl
y
expec
t
anythin
g
t
o

happe
n
i
n
Nashville
.
Onc
e
i
t
mus
t
hav
e
bee
n
th
e
militar
y
coa
t
o
f
a
n
officer
.
Th
e
cap
e
o
f
i
t
ha
d
vanished
,
bu
t
al
l
adow
n
it
s
fron
t
i
t
ha
d
bee
n
frogge
d
an
d
tasselle
d
magnificently
.
Bu
t
no
w
th
e
frog
s
an
d
tassel
s
wer
e
gone
.

I
n
thei
r
stea
d
ha
d
bee
n
patientl
y
stitche
d
(
I
surmise
d
b
y
som
e
sur
vivin
g
'blac
k
mammy'
)
ne
w
frog
s
mad
e
o
f
 cunningl
y
twiste
d
commo
n
hempe
n
twine
.
Thi
s
twin
e
wa
s
fraye
d
an
d
dishevelled
.
I
t
mus
t
hav
e
bee
n
adde
d
t
o
th
e
coa
t
a
s
a
substitut
e
fo
r
vanishe
d

splendours
,
wit
h
tasteles
s
bu
t
painstakin
g
devotion
,
fo
r
i
t
followe
d

faithfull
y
th
e
curve
s
o
f
th
e
long-missin
g
frogs
.
And
,
t
o
complet
e

th
e
comed
y
an
d
patho
s
o
f
th
e
garment
,
al
l
it
s
button
s
wer
e
gon
e

sav
e
one
.
Th
e
secon
d
butto
n
fro
m
th
e
to
p
alon
e
remained
.
Th
e
coa
t
wa
s
fastene
d
b
y
othe
r
twin
e
string
s
tie
d
throug
h
th
e
button
hole
s
an
d
othe
r
hole
s
rudel
y
pierce
d
i
n
th
e
opposit
e
side
.
Ther
e
wa
s
neve
r
suc
h
a
weir
d
garmen
t
s
o
fantasticall
y
bedecke
d
an
d
o
f
s
o
man
y
mottle
d
hues
.
Th
e
lon
e
butto
n
wa
s
th
e
siz
e
o
f
a
half-dollar
,

mad
e
o
f
yello
w
hor
n
an
d
sewe
d
o
n
wit
h
coars
e
twine
.
Thi
s
negr
o
stoo
d
b
y
a
carriag
e
s
o
ol
d
tha
t
Ha
m
himsel
f
migh
t

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hav
e
starte
d
a
hac
k
lin
e
wit
h
i
t
 afte
r
h
e
lef
t
th
e
ar
k
wit
h
th
e
tw
o
animal
s
hitche
d
t
o
it
.
A
s
I
approache
d
h
e
thre
w
ope
n
th
e
door
,
dre
w
ou
t
a
leathe
r
duster
,
wave
d
it
,
withou
t
usin
g
it
,
an
d
sai
d
i
n

deep
,
rumblin
g
tones
:
'Ste
p
righ
t
in
,
suh
;
ain'
t
a
spec
k
o
f
dus
t
i
n
i
t
-
jus
'
bac
k
fro
m
a
funeral
,
suh.
'
I
inferre
d
tha
t
o
n
suc
h
gal
a
occasion
s
carriage
s
wer
e
give
n
a
n
extr
a
cleaning
.
I
looke
d
u
p
an
d
dow
n
th
e
stree
t
an
d
perceive
d
tha
t
ther
e
wa
s
littl
e
choic
e
amon
g
th
e
vehicle
s
fo
r
hir
e
tha
t
line
d
th
e

kerb
.
I
looke
d
i
n
m
y
memorandu
m
boo
k
fo
r
th
e
addres
s
o
f
Azale
a
Adair
.
'
I
wan
t
t
o
g
o
t
o
86
1
Jessamin
e
Street,
'
I
said
,
an
d
wa
s
abou
t
t
o
ste
p
int
o
th
e
hack
.
Bu
t
fo
r
a
n
instan
t
th
e
thick
,
long
,
gorilla-lik
e

ar
m
o
f
th
e
ol
d
negr
o
barre
d
me
.
O
n
hi
s
massiv
e
an
d
saturnin
e
fac
e
a
loo
k
o
f
sudde
n
suspicio
n
an
d
enmit
y
flashe
d
fo
r
a
moment
.
Then
,
wit
h
quickl
y
returnin
g
conviction
,
h
e
aske
d
blandishingly
:
'Wha
t
ar
e
yo
u
gwin
e
ther
e
for
,
boss?
'
'Wha
t
i
s
tha
t
t
o
you?
'
I
aske
d
a
littl
e
sharply
.
'Nothin'
,
suh
,
jus
'
nothin'
.
Onl
y
 it'
s
a
lonesom
e
kin
d
o
f
par
t
o
f
tow
n
an
d
fe
w
folk
s
eve
r
ha
s
busines
s
ou
t
there
.
Ste
p
righ
t
in
.
Th
e

seat
s
i
s
clea
n
-
jes
'
go
t
bac
k
fro
m
a
funeral
,
suh.
'
A
mil
e
an
d
a
hal
f
i
t
mus
t
hav
e
bee
n
t
o
ou
r
journey'
s
end
.
I
coul
d
hea
r
nothin
g
bu
t
th
e
fearfu
l
rattl
e
o
f
th
e
ancien
t
hac
k
ove
r
th
e

uneve
n
bric
k
paving
;
 I
coul
d
smel
l
nothin
g
bu
t
th
e
drizzle
,
no
w

furthe
r
flavoure
d
wit
h
coa
l
smok
e
an
d
somethin
g
lik
e
a
mixtur
e
o
f

ta
r
an
d
oleande
r
blossoms
.
Al
l
I
coul
d
se
e
throug
h
th
e
streamin
g
window
s
wer
e
tw
o
row
s
o
f
di
m
houses
.
Th
e
cit
y
ha
s
a
n
are
a
o
f
1
0
squar
e
miles
;
18
1
mile
s
o
f
streets
,
o
f
whic
h
13
7
mile
s
ar
e
paved
;
a
syste
m
o
f
waterwork
s
 tha
t
cos
t
$2,000,000
,
wit
h
7
7
mile
s
o
f
mains
.
Eight-sixty-on
e
Jessamin
e
Stree
t
wa
s
a
decaye
d
mansion
.
Thirt
y
yard
s
bac
k
fro
m
th
e
stree
t
i
t
stood
,
outmerge
d
i
n
a
splendi
d
grov
e
o
f
tree
s
an
d
untrimme
d
shrubbery
.
A
ro
w
o
f
bo
x
bushe
s
over

flowe
d
an
d
almos
t
hi
d
th
e
palin
g
fenc
e
fro
m
sight
;
th
e
gat
e
wa
s
kep
t
close
d
b
y
a
rop
e
noos
e
tha
t
encircle
d
th
e
gate-pos
t
 an
d
th
e

firs
t
palin
g
o
f
th
e
gate
.
Bu
t
whe
n
yo
u
go
t
insid
e
yo
u
sa
w
tha
t
86
1
wa
s
a
shell
,
a
shadow
,
a
ghos
t
o
f
forme
r
grandeu
r
an
d
excellence
.
Bu
t
i
n
th
e
story
,
I
hav
e
no
t
ye
t
go
t
inside
.
Whe
n
th
e
hac
k
ha
d
cease
d
fro
m
rattlin
g
an
d
th
e
wear
y
quadruped
s
cam
e
t
o
a
res
t
I
hande
d
m
y
jeh
u
hi
s
fifty
cent
s
wit
h
a
n
31
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STORIE
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additiona
l
quarter
,
feelin
g
a
glo
w
o
f
consciou
s
generosit
y
a
s
I
di
d
so
.
H
e
refuse
d
it
.
'It'
s
tw
o
dollars
,
suh,
'
h
e
said
.
'How'
s
that?
'
I
 asked
.
'
I
plainl
y
hear
d
yo
u
cal
l
ou
t
a
t
th
e
hotel
:
"Fift
y
cent
s
t
o
an
y
par
t
o
f
th
e
town.
"
'
'It'
s
tw
o
dollars
,
suh,
'
h
e
repeate
d
obstinately
.
'It'
s
a
lon
g
way
s
fro
m
th
e
hotel.
'
'I
t
i
s
withi
n
th
e
cit
y
limit
s
an
d
wel
l
withi
n
them,
'
I
argued
.
'Don'
t
thin
k
tha
t
yo
u
hav
e
picke
d
u
p
a
greenhor
n
Yankee
.
D
o
yo
u
se
e
thos
e
hill
s
ove
r
 there?
'
I
wen
t
on
,
pointin
g
towar
d
th
e
eas
t
(
I

coul
d
no
t
se
e
them
,
myself
,
fo
r
th
e
drizzle)
;
'well
,
I
wa
s
bor
n
an
d
raise
d
o
n
thei
r
othe
r
side
.
Yo
u
ol
d
foo
l
 nigger
,
can'
t
you
tel
l

peopl
e
fro
m
othe
r
peopl
e
whe
n
yo
u
se
e
em?
'
Th
e
gri
m
fac
e
o
f
Kin
g
Ceteway
o
softened
.
'I
s
yo
u
fro
m
th
e
South
,
suh
?
I
recko
n
i
t
wa
s
the
m
 shoe
s
o
f
your
n
foole
d
me
.
Ther
e
i
s
somethin
'
shar
p
i
n
th
e
toe
s
fo
r
a
Souther
n
gen'l'ma
n
t
o
wear.
'
'The
n
th
e
charg
e
i
s
fift
y
cents
,
I
suppose?
'
sai
d
I
inexorably
.
Hi
s
forme
r
 expression
,
a
minglin
g
o
f
cupidit
y
an
d
hostility
,
returned
,
remaine
d
te
n
minutes
,
an
d
vanished
.
'Boss,
'
h
e
said
,
'fift
y
cent
s
i
s
right
;
bu
t
I
needs
tw
o
dollars
,
suh
;
I'
m
obleeged
t
o
hav
e
tw
o
dollars
.
I
ain'
t
demandin'
i
t
now
,
suh
;
afte
r
I
know
s
wha
r
you'
s
from
;
I'
m
jus
'
sayin
'
tha
t
I
has
t
o
hav
e

tw
o
dollar
s
to-night
,
an
d
busines
s
i
s
might
y
po'.
'
Peac
e
an
d
confidenc
e
 settle
d
upo
n
hi
s
heav
y
features
.
H
e
ha
d
bee
n
luckie
r
tha
n
h
e
ha
d
hoped
.
Instea
d
o
f
havin
g
picke
d
u
p
a
greenhorn
,
ignoran
t
o
f
rates
,
h
e
ha
d
com
e
upo
n
a
n
inheritance
.
'Yo
u
 confounde
d
ol
d
rascal,
'
I
said
,
reachin
g
dow
n
int
o
m
y
pocket
,
'yo
u
ough
t
t
o
b
e
turne
d
ove
r
t
o
th
e
police.
'
Fo
r
th
e
first
tim
e
I
sa
w
hi
m
smile
.
H
e
knew
;
he
knew;
H
E
 KNEW
.
I
gav
e
hi
m
tw
o
one-dolla
r
bills
.
A
s
I
hande
d
the
m
ove
r
I
notice
d
tha
t
on
e
o
f
the
m
ha
d
see
n
parlou
s
times
.
It
s
uppe
r
right-han
d

corne
r
wa
s
missing
,
an
d
i
t
ha
d
bee
n
tor
n
throug
h
i
n
th
e
middl
e

bu
t
joine
d
again
.
A
stri
p
o
f
blu
e
tissue-paper
,
paste
d
ove
r
th
e
split
,

preserve
d
it
s
negotiability
.
Enoug
h
o
f
th
e
Africa
n
bandi
t
fo
r
th
e
present
:
I
lef
t
hi
m
happy
,
lifte
d
th
e
rop
e
an
d
opene
d
th
e
creak
y
gate
.
Th
e
house
,
a
s
I
said
,
wa
s
a
shell
.
A
paint-brus
h
ha
d
no
t
touche
d
i
t
i
n
twent
y
years
.
I
coul
d
no
t
se
e
wh
y
a
stron
g
win
d
shoul
d
no
t

hav
e
bowle
d
i
t
ove
r
lik
e
a
hous
e
o
f
card
s
unti
l
I
looke
d
agai
n
a
t
th
e

tree
s
tha
t
hugge
d
i
t
clos
e
-
th
e
tree
s
 tha
t
sa
w
th
e
battl
e
o
f
Nashvill
e
an
d
stil
l
dre
w
thei
r
protectin
g
branche
s
aroun
d
i
t
agains
t
stor
m
an
d
enem
y
an
d
cold
.

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5
Azale
a
Adair
,
fifty
year
s
old
,
white-haired
,
a
descendan
t
o
f
th
e
cavaliers
,
a
s
thi
n
an
d
frai
l
a
s
th
e
hous
e
sh
e
live
d
in
,
robe
d
i
n
th
e
cheapes
t
an
d
cleanes
t
dres
s
I
eve
r
saw
,
wit
h
a
n
ai
r
 a
s
simpl
e
a
s
a

queen's
,
receive
d
me
.
Th
e
reception-roo
m
seeme
d
a
mil
e
square
,
becaus
e
ther
e
wa
s
nothin
g
i
n
i
t
excep
t
som
e
row
s
o
f
books
,
o
n
unpainted
,
white-pin
e
bookshelves
,
a
cracked
,
marble-to
p
table
,
a
ra
g
rug
,
a
hairles
s
horse
hai
r
sof
a
an
d
tw
o
o
r
thre
e
chairs
.
Yes
,
ther
e
wa
s
a
pictur
e
o
n
th
e
wall
,
a
coloure
d
crayo
n
drawin
g
o
f
a
cluste
r
o
f
pansies
.
I
looke
d
aroun
d
fo
r
th
e
portrai
t
o
f
Andre
w
Jackso
n
an
d
th
e
pine-con
e
hangin
g

basket
,
bu
t
the
y
wer
e
no
t
there
.
Azale
a
Adai
r
an
d
I
ha
d
conversation
,
a
littl
e
o
f
whic
h
wil
l
b
e
repeate
d
t
o
you
.
Sh
e
wa
s
a
produc
t
o
f
th
e
ol
d
South
,
gentl
y
nur

ture
d
i
n
th
e
sheltere
d
life
.
He
r
learnin
g
wa
s
no
t
broad
,
bu
t
wa
s

dee
p
an
d
o
f
splendi
d
originalit
y
 i
n
it
s
somewha
t
narro
w
scope
.
Sh
e
ha
d
bee
n
educate
d
a
t
home
,
an
d
he
r
knowledg
e
o
f
th
e
worl
d
wa
s
derive
d
fro
m
inferenc
e
an
d
b
y
inspiration
.
O
f
suc
h
i
s
th
e
precious
,
smal
l
grou
p
o
f
essayist
s
made
.
Whil
e
sh
e
talke
d
t
o
me
,
I
kep
t

brushin
g
m
y
fingers
,
trying
,
unconsciously
,
t
o
ri
d
the
m
guiltil
y
o
f

th
e
absen
t
dus
t
fro
m
th
e
half-cal
f
back
s
 o
f
Lamb
,
Chaucer
,
Hazlitt
,
Marcu
s
Aurelius
,
Montaign
e
an
d
Hood
.
Sh
e
wa
s
exquis

ite
,
sh
e
wa
s
a
valuabl
e
discovery
.
Nearl
y
everybod
y
nowaday
s

know
s
to
o
muc
h
-
oh
,
s
o
muc
h
to
o
muc
h
 -
o
f
rea
l
life
.
I
coul
d
perceiv
e
clearl
y
tha
t
Azale
a
Adai
r
wa
s
ver
y
poor
.
A
hous
e
an
d
a
dres
s
sh
e
had
,
no
t
muc
h
else
,
I
fancied
.
So
,
divide
d
betwee
n
m
y
dut
y
t
o
 th
e
magazin
e
an
d
m
y
loyalt
y
t
o
th
e
poet
s
an
d

essayist
s
wh
o
fough
t
Thoma
s
i
n
th
e
valle
y
o
f
th
e
Cumberland
,
I
listene
d
t
o
he
r
voice
,
whic
h
wa
s
lik
e
a
harpsichord's
,
an
d
 foun
d
tha
t
I
coul
d
no
t
spea
k
o
f
contracts
.
I
n
th
e
presenc
e
o
f
th
e
Nin
e
Muse
s
an
d
the
Thre
e
Grace
s
on
e
hesitate
d
t
o
lowe
r
th
e
topi
c
t
o
tw
o
cents
.
Ther
e
woul
d
hav
e
t
o
b
e
anothe
r
colloqu
y
afte
r
I
ha
d
regaine
d
m
y
commercialism
.
Bu
t
I
spok
e
o
f
m
y
mission
,
an
d
thre
e
o'cloc
k
o
f
th
e
nex
t
afternoo
n
wa
s
se
t
fo
r
th
e
discussio
n
o
f
th
e
 busines
s
proposition
.
'You
r
town,
'
I
said
,
a
s
I
bega
n
t
o
mak
e
read
y
t
o
depar
t
(whic
h
i
s
th
e
tim
e
fo
r
smoot
h
generalities)
,
'seem
s
t
o
b
e
a
quiet
,
sedat
e

place
.
A
hom
e
town
,
 I
shoul
d
say
,
wher
e
fe
w
thing
s
ou
t
o
f
th
e

ordinar
y
eve
r
happen.
'
I
t
carrie
s
o
n
a
n
extensiv
e
trad
e
i
n
stove
s
an
d
hollo
w
war
e
wit
h
th
e
Wes
t
an
d
South
,
an
d
it
s
flouring
mill
s
hav
e
a
dail
y
capacit
y
o
f
mor
e
tha
n
2,00
0
barrels
.

31
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Azale
a
Adai
r
seeme
d
t
o
reflect
.
'
I
hav
e
neve
r
though
t
o
f
i
t
tha
t
 way,
'
sh
e
said
,
wit
h
a
kin
d
o
f
sin
cer
e
intensit
y
tha
t
seeme
d
t
o
belon
g
t
o
her
.
'Isn'
t
i
t
i
n
th
e
still
,
quie
t
place
s
tha
t
thing
s
d
o
happen
?
I
fanc
y
tha
t
whe
n
 Go
d
bega
n
t
o
creat
e
th
e
eart
h
o
n
th
e
firs
t
Monda
y
mornin
g
on
e
coul
d
hav
e

leane
d
ou
t
one'
s
window
s
an
d
hear
d
th
e
dro
p
o
f
mu
d
splashin
g

fro
m
Hi
s
trowe
l
a
s
H
e
buil
t
u
p
th
e
everlastin
g
hills
.
Wha
t
di
d
th
e

noisies
t
projec
t
i
n
th
e
worl
d
-
I
mea
n
th
e
buildin
g
o
f
th
e
towe
r
o
f

Babe
l
-
resul
t
i
n
finally
?
A
pag
e
 an
d
a
hal
f
o
f
Esperant
o
i
n
th
e
North
American
Review.'
'O
f
course,
'
sai
d
I
platitudinously
,
'huma
n
natur
e
i
s
th
e
sam
e
everywhere
;
bu
t
ther
e
i
s
mor
e
colou
r
-
e
r
-
mor
e
dram
a
an
d
movemen
t
 an
d
-
e
r
-
romanc
e
i
n
som
e
citie
s
tha
n
i
n
others.
'
'O
n
th
e
surface,
'
sai
d
Azale
a
Adair
.
'
I
hav
e
travelle
d
man
y
time
s
aroun
d
th
e
worl
d
i
n
a
golde
n
airshi
p
wafte
d
o
n
 tw
o
wing
s
-
prin
t
an
d
dreams
.
I
hav
e
see
n
(o
n
on
e
o
f
m
y
imaginar
y
tours
)
th
e
Sulta
n
o
f
Turke
y
bow-strin
g
wit
h
hi
s
ow
n
hand
s
on
e
o
f
hi
s
wive
s
wh
o
ha
d
uncovere
d
he
r
fac
e
i
n
public
.
I
hav
e
see
n
a
ma
n
i
n
Nashvill
e
tea
r
u
p
hi
s
theatr
e
ticket
s
becaus
e
hi
s
wif
e
wa
s
goin
g
ou
t
wit
h
he
r
fac
e
covere
d
-
wit
h
ric
e
powder
.
I
n
Sa
n
Francisco'
s

Chinatow
n
I
sa
w
th
e
slav
e
gir
l
Sin
g
Ye
e
dippe
d
slowly
,
inc
h
b
y
inch
,
i
n
boilin
g
almon
d
oi
l
t
o
mak
e
he
r
swea
r
sh
e
woul
d
neve
r

se
e
he
r
America
n
love
r
again
.
Sh
e
gav
e
i
n
whe
n
th
e
boilin
g
oi
l

ha
d
reache
d
thre
e
inche
s
abov
e
he
r
knee
.
A
t
a
euchr
e
part
y
i
n

Eas
t
Nashvill
e
th
e
othe
r
nigh
t
I
sa
w
Kitt
y
 Morga
n
cu
t
dea
d
b
y

seve
n
o
f
he
r
schoolmate
s
an
d
lifelon
g
friend
s
becaus
e
sh
e
ha
d

marrie
d
a
hous
e
painter
.
Th
e
boilin
g
oi
l
wa
s
sizzlin
g
a
s
hig
h
a
s

he
r
heart
;
bu
t
I
wis
h
yo
u
coul
d
hav
e
see
n
th
e
fin
e
littl
e
smil
e
tha
t

sh
e
carrie
d
fro
m
tabl
e
t
o
table
.
O
h
yes
,
i
t
i
s
a
humdru
m
town
.
Jus
t
a
fe
w
mile
s
o
f
redbric
k
 house
s
an
d
mu
d
an
d
store
s
an
d
lumbe
r
yards.
'
Someon
e
knocke
d
hollowl
y
a
t
th
e
bac
k
o
f
th
e
house
.
Azale
a
Adai
r
breathe
d
a
sof
t
apolog
y
an
d
wen
t
t
o
investigat
e
th
e
sound
.
Sh
e
 cam
e
bac
k
i
n
thre
e
minute
s
wit
h
brightene
d
eyes
,
a
fain
t
flus
h
o
n
he
r
cheeks
,
an
d
te
n
year
s
lifte
d
fro
m
he
r
shoulders
.
'Yo
u
mus
t
hav
e
a
cu
p
o
f
te
a
befor
e
yo
u
go,
'
sh
e
said
,
'an
d
a
suga
r
cake.
'
Sh
e
reache
d
an
d
shoo
k
a
littl
e
iro
n
bell
.
I
n
shuffle
d
a
smal
l
negr
o
gir
l
abou
t
twelve
,
bare-foot
,
no
t
ver
y
tidy
,
glowerin
g
a
t
m
e
wit
h
thum
b
i
n
mout
h
an
d
bulgin
g
eyes
.
Azale
a
Adai
r
opene
d
a
tiny
,
wor
n
purs
e
an
d
dre
w
ou
t
a
dolla
r
bill
,
a
dolla
r
bil
l
wit
h
th
e
uppe
r
right-han
d
corne
r
missing
,
tor
n
i
n

O
 HENR
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7
tw
o
piece
s
an
d
paste
d
togethe
r
agai
n
wit
h
a
stri
p
o
f
blu
e
tissue
-
paper
.
I
t
wa
s
on
e
o
f
th
e
bill
s
I
ha
d
give
n
th
e
piratica
l
negr
o
 -
ther
e
wa
s
n
o
doub
t
o
f
it
.
'G
o
u
p
t
o
Mr
.
Baker'
s
stor
e
o
n
th
e
corner
,
Impy,
'
sh
e
said
,
handin
g
th
e
gir
l
th
e
dolla
r
bill
,
'an
d
ge
t
a
quarte
r
o
f
a
 poun
d
o
f
te
a
-
th
e
kin
d
h
e
alway
s
send
s
m
e
-
an
d
te
n
cent
s
wort
h
o
f
suga
r
cakes
.
Now
,
hurry
.
Th
e
suppl
y
o
f
te
a
i
n
th
e
hous
e
happen
s
t
o
b
e
exhausted,
'
sh
e
explaine
d
t
o
me
.
Imp
y
lef
t
b
y
th
e
bac
k
way
.
Befor
e
th
e
scrap
e
o
f
he
r
hard
,
bar
e
fee
t
ha
d
die
d
awa
y
o
n
th
e
bac
k
porch
,
a
wil
d
shrie
k
-
I
 wa
s
sur
e
i
t
wa
s
her
s
-
fille
d
th
e
hollo
w
house
.
The
n
th
e
deep
,
gruf
f
tone
s
o
f
a
n
angr
y
man'
s
voic
e
mingle
d
wit
h
th
e
girl'
s
furthe
r
squeal
s
an
d
unintelligibl
e
words
.
Azale
a
 Adai
r
ros
e
withou
t
surpris
e
o
r
emotio
n
an
d
disappeared
.
Fo
r
tw
o
minute
s
I
hear
d
th
e
hoars
e
rumbl
e
o
f
th
e
man'
s
voice
;

the
n
somethin
g
lik
e
a
n
oat
h
an
d
a
ligh
t
scuffle
,
an
d
 sh
e
returne
d

calml
y
t
o
he
r
chair
.
'Thi
s
i
s
a
room
y
house,
'
sh
e
said
,
'an
d
I
hav
e
a
tenan
t
fo
r
par
t
o
f
it
.
I
a
m
sorr
y
t
o
hav
e
t
o
rescin
d
m
y
invitatio
n
 t
o
tea
.
I
t
wa
s
impos

sibl
e
t
o
ge
t
th
e
kin
d
I
alway
s
us
e
a
t
th
e
store
.
Perhap
s
to-morro
w
Mr
.
Bake
r
wil
l
b
e
abl
e
t
o
suppl
y
me.
'
I
wa
s
sur
e
tha
t
Imp
y
ha
d
no
t
ha
d
tim
e
t
o
leav
e
th
e
house
.
I
inquire
d
concernin
g
street-ca
r
line
s
an
d
too
k
m
y
leave
.
Afte
r
I
wa
s
wel
l
o
n
m
y
wa
y
I
remembere
d
tha
t
I
ha
d
no
t
learne
d
 Azale
a
Adair'
s
name
.
Bu
t
to-morro
w
woul
d
do
.
Tha
t
sam
e
da
y
I
starte
d
i
n
o
n
th
e
cours
e
o
f
iniquit
y
tha
t
thi
s
uneventfu
l
cit
y
force
d
upo
n
me
.
I
wa
s
i
n
th
e
tow
n
onl
y
tw
o
days
,
bu
t
i
n
tha
t
tim
e
I
manage
d
t
o
li
e
shamelessl
y
b
y
telegraph
,
an
d
t
o
b
e
a
n
accomplic
e
-
afte
r
th
e
fact
,
i
f
tha
t
i
s
th
e
correc
t
lega
l
ter
m
-
t
o
a
murder
.
A
s
I
rounde
d
th
e
corne
r
neares
t
m
y
hote
l
th
e
Afrit
e
coachma
n
o
f
th
e
polychromatic
,
nonparei
l
coa
t
seize
d
me
,
swun
g
ope
n
th
e

dungeon
y
doo
r
o
f
hi
s
peripateti
c
sarcophagus
,
 flirte
d
hi
s
feathe
r

duste
r
an
d
bega
n
hi
s
ritual
:
'Ste
p
righ
t
in
,
boss
.
Carriag
e
i
s
clea
n
-
jus
'
go
t
bac
k
fro
m
a
funeral
.
Fift
y
cent
s
t
o
an
y
-
'
An
d
the
n
h
e
 kne
w
m
e
an
d
grinne
d
broadly
.
'
'Scus
e
me
,
boss
;
yo
u
i
s
d
e
gen'l'ma
n
wha
t
ri
d
ou
t
wit
h
m
e
di
s
mawnin'
.
Than
k
yo
u

kindly
,
suh.
'
'
I
a
m
goin
g
ou
t
t
o
86
1
agai
n
to-morro
w
afternoo
n
a
t
three,
'
sai
d
I
,
'an
d
i
f
yo
u
wil
l
b
e
here
,
I'l
l
le
t
yo
u
driv
e
me
.
S
o
yo
u
kno
w
Mis
s
Adair?
'
I
concluded
,
thinkin
g
o
f
m
y
dolla
r
bill
.
'
I
belonge
d
t
o
he
r
father
,
Judg
e
Adair
,
suh,
'
h
e
replied
.

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'
I
judg
e
tha
t
sh
e
i
s
prett
y
poor,
'
I
said
.
'Sh
e
hasn'
t
muc
h
mone
y
t
o
spea
k
of
,
ha
s
she?
'
Fo
r
a
n
instan
t
I
looke
d
agai
n
a
t
th
e
fierc
e
countenanc
e
o
f
Kin
g
Cetewayo
,
an
d
the
n
h
e
change
d
bac
k
t
o
a
n
extortionat
e
ol
d
negr
o
hack-driver
.
'Sh
e
 a'n'
t
gwin
e
t
o
starve
,
suh,
'
h
e
sai
d
slowly
.
'Sh
e
ha
s
reso'ces
,
suh
;
sh
e
ha
s
reso'ces.
'
'
I
shal
l
pa
y
yo
u
fift
y
cent
s
fo
r
th
e
trip,
'
sai
d
I
.
'Da
t
i
s
puffeckl
y
correct
,
suh,
'
h
e
answere
d
humbly
;
'
I
jus
'
had
t
o
hav
e
da
t
tw
o
dollar
s
di
s
mawnin
,
boss.
'
I
wen
t
t
o
th
e
hote
l
an
d
lie
d
b
y
electricity
.
I
wire
d
th
e
magazine
:
'A
.
Adai
r
hold
s
ou
t
fo
r
eigh
t
cent
s
a
word.
'
Th
e
answe
r
tha
t
cam
e
bac
k
was
:
'Giv
e
i
t
t
o
he
r
quick
,
yo
u
duffer.
'
Jus
t
befor
e
dinne
r
'Major
'
Wentwort
h
Caswel
l
bor
e
dow
n
upo
n
m
e
wit
h
th
e
greeting
s
o
f
a
long-los
t
friend
.
I
hav
e
see
n
fe
w
me
n
who
m
I
hav
e
s
o
instantaneousl
y
hated
,
an
d
o
f
who
m
i
t
wa
s
s
o
dif
ficul
t
t
o
b
e
rid
.
I
wa
s
standin
g
a
t
th
e
ba
r
whe
n
h
e
invade
d
me
;
therefor
e
I
coul
d
no
t
wav
e
th
e
whit
e
ribbo
n
i
n
hi
s
face
.
I
woul
d
hav
e
pai
d
gladl
y
fo
r
th
e
drinks
,
hopin
g
thereb
y
t
o
escap
e
another
,
bu
t
h
e
wa
s
on
e
o
f
thos
e
despicable
,
roaring
,
advertisin
g
bibber
s

wh
o
mus
t
hav
e
bras
s
band
s
an
d
firework
s
atten
d
upo
n
ever
y
cen
t
tha
t
the
y
wast
e
i
n
thei
r
follies
.
Wit
h
a
n
ai
r
o
f
producin
g
million
s
h
e
dre
w
tw
o
one-dolla
r
bill
s
fro
m
a
pocke
t
an
d
dashe
d
on
e
o
f
the
m
upo
n
th
e
bar
.
I
looke
d
onc
e
mor
e
a
t
th
e
dolla
r
bil
l
wit
h
th
e
 uppe
r
right-han
d
corne
r
missing
,
tor
n

throug
h
th
e
middle
,
an
d
patche
d
with a
stri
p
o
f
blu
e
tissue-paper.
I
t
wa
s
m
y
dolla
r
bil
l
again
.
I
t
coul
d
hav
e
bee
n
n
o
other
.
I
wen
t
u
p
t
o
m
y
room
.
Th
e
drizzl
e
an
d
th
e
monoton
y
o
f
a
dreary
,
eventles
s
Souther
n
tow
n
ha
d
mad
e
m
e
tire
d
an
d
listless
.
I
remembe
r
tha
t
jus
t
befor
e
I
wen
t
t
o
be
d
I
mentall
y
dispose
d
 o
f
th
e

mysteriou
s
dolla
r
bil
l
(whic
h
migh
t
hav
e
forme
d
th
e
clu
e
t
o
a

tremendousl
y
fin
e
detectiv
e
stor
y
o
f
Sa
n
Francisco
)
b
y
sayin
g
t
o
mysel
f
sleepily
:
'Seem
s
a
s
i
f
a
lo
t
o
f
peopl
e
her
e
ow
n
stoc
k
i
n
th
e

Hack-Driver'
s
Trust
.
Pay
s
dividend
s
promptly
,
too
.
Wonde
r
i
f
-
'
The
n
I
fel
l
asleep
.
Kin
g
Ceteway
o
wa
s
a
t
hi
s
pos
t
th
e
nex
t
day
,
 an
d
rattle
d
m
y
bone
s
ove
r
th
e
stone
s
ou
t
t
o
861
.
H
e
wa
s
t
o
wai
t
an
d
rattl
e
m
e

bac
k
agai
n
whe
n
I
wa
s
ready
.
Azale
a
Adai
r
looke
d
pale
r
an
d
cleane
r
an
d
fraile
r
tha
n
sh
e
ha
d
looke
d
o
n
th
e
da
y
before
.
Afte
r
sh
e
ha
d
signe
d
th
e
contrac
t
a
t
eigh
t
cent
s
pe
r
wor
d
sh
e
gre
w
stil
l
pale
r
an
d
bega
n
t
o
sli
p
ou
t
 o
f
he
r
chair
.

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Withou
t
muc
h
troubl
e
I
manage
d
t
o
ge
t
he
r
u
p
o
n
th
e
antediluvia
n
horsehai
r
sof
a
an
d
the
n
I
ra
n
ou
t
t
o
th
e
sidewal
k
an
d
yelle
d
t
o
th
e
coffee-coloure
d
Pirat
e
t
o
brin
g
a
doctor
.
Wit
h
a
wisdo
m
tha
t
I
ha
d
no
t
suspecte
d
i
n
him
,
h
e
abandone
d
hi
s
tea
m
an
d
struc
k
of
f
u
p
th
e
stree
t
afoot
,
realizin
g
th
e
valu
e
o
f
speed
.
I
n
te
n
minute
s
h
e
returne
d
wit
h
a
grave
,
grey-haire
d
an
d
capabl
e
ma
n
o
f
medicine
.
I
n
a
fe
w
word
s
(wort
h
muc
h
les
s
tha
n
eigh
t
cent
s
 each
)
I
explaine
d
t
o
hi
m
m
y
presenc
e
i
n
th
e
hollo
w
hous
e
o
f
mystery
.
H
e
bowe
d
wit
h
statel
y
understanding
,
an
d
turne
d
t
o
th
e
ol
d
negro
.
'Uncl
e
Cæsar,
'
h
e
sai
d
calmly
,
'ru
n
 u
p
t
o
m
y
hous
e
an
d
as
k
Mis
s
Luc
y
t
o
giv
e
yo
u
a
crea
m
pitche
r
ful
l
o
f
fres
h
mil
k
an
d
hal
f
a
tum

ble
r
o
f
por
t
wine
.
An
d
hurr
y
back
.
Don'
t
driv
e
-
run
.
I
wan
t
yo
u
t
o
ge
t
bac
k
som
e
tim
e
thi
s
week.
'
I
t
occurre
d
t
o
m
e
tha
t
Dr
.
Merrima
n
als
o
fel
t
a
distrus
t
a
s
t
o
th
e
speedin
g
power
s
o
f
th
e
landpirate'
s
steeds
.
Afte
r
Uncl
e
Cæsa
r
wa
s

gone
,
lumberingly
,
bu
t
swiftly
,
u
p
th
e
street
,
th
e
docto
r
looke
d
m
e

ove
r
wit
h
grea
t
politenes
s
an
d
a
s
muc
h
carefu
l
calculatio
n
unti
l
h
e
ha
d
 decide
d
tha
t
I
migh
t
do
.
'I
t
i
s
onl
y
a
cas
e
o
f
insufficien
t
nutrition,
'
h
e
said
.
'I
n
othe
r
words
,
th
e
resul
t
o
f
poverty
,
pride
,
an
d
starvation
.
Mrs
.
Caswel
l

ha
s
man
y
devote
d
 friend
s
wh
o
woul
d
b
e
gla
d
t
o
ai
d
her
,
bu
t
sh
e

wil
l
accep
t
nothin
g
excep
t
fro
m
tha
t
ol
d
negro
,
Uncl
e
Cæsar
,
wh
o
wa
s
onc
e
owne
d
b
y
he
r
family.
'
'Mrs
.
Caswell!
'
 sai
d
I
,
i
n
surprise
.
An
d
the
n
I
looke
d
a
t
th
e
contrac
t
an
d
sa
w
tha
t
sh
e
ha
d
signe
d
i
t
'Azale
a
Adai
r
Caswell.
'
'
I
though
t
sh
e
wa
s
Mis
s
Adair,
'
I
said
.
'Marrie
d
t
o
a
drunken
,
worthles
s
loafer
,
sir,
'
sai
d
th
e
doctor
.
'I
t
i
s
sai
d
tha
t
h
e
rob
s
he
r
eve
n
o
f
th
e
smal
l
sum
s
tha
t
he
r
ol
d
servan
t

contribute
s
towar
d
he
r
support.
'
Whe
n
 th
e
mil
k
an
d
win
e
ha
d
bee
n
brought
,
th
e
docto
r
soo
n
revive
d
Azale
a
Adair
.
Sh
e
sa
t
u
p
an
d
talke
d
o
f
th
e
beaut
y
o
f
th
e

autum
n
leave
s
tha
t
wer
e
the
n
i
n
 season
,
an
d
thei
r
heigh
t
o
f
colour
.
Sh
e
referre
d
lightl
y
t
o
he
r
faintin
g
seizur
e
a
s
th
e
outcom
e
o
f
a
n
ol
d
palpitatio
n
o
f
th
e
heart
.
Imp
y
fanne
d
he
r
a
s
sh
e
la
y
o
n
th
e

sofa
.
Th
e
docto
r
wa
s
du
e
elsewhere
,
an
d
I
followe
d
hi
m
t
o
th
e

door
.
I
tol
d
hi
m
tha
t
i
t
wa
s
withi
n
m
y
powe
r
an
d
intention
s
t
o
mak
e
a
reasonabl
e
advanc
e
o
f
mone
y
t
o
Azale
a
Adai
r
o
n
futur
e
contribution
s
t
o
th
e
magazine
,
an
d
h
e
seeme
d
pleased
.
'B
y
th
e
way,
'
h
e
said
,
'perhap
s
yo
u
woul
d
lik
e
t
o
kno
w
tha
t
yo
u
hav
e
 ha
d
royalt
y
fo
r
a
coachman
.
Ol
d
Cæsar'
s
grandfathe
r
wa
s
a

kin
g
i
n
Congo
.
Cæsa
r
himsel
f
ha
s
roya
l
ways
,
a
s
yo
u
ma
y
hav
e

observed.
'

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A
s
th
e
docto
r
wa
s
movin
g
of
f
I
hear
d
Uncl
e
Cæsar'
s
voic
e
inside
:
'Di
d
h
e
gi
t
bof
e
o
f
de
m
tw
o
dollar
s
fro
m
you
,
Mis
'
Zalea?
'
'Yes
,
Cæsar,
'
I
hear
d
Azale
a
Adai
r
 answe
r
weakly
.
An
d
the
n
I
wen
t
i
n
an
d
conclude
d
busines
s
negotiation
s
wit
h
ou
r
contributor
.
I
assume
d
th
e
responsibilit
y
o
f
advancin
g
fift
y
dollars
,
puttin
g
i
t
a
s
a
necessar
y
formalit
y
i
n
bindin
g
ou
r
 bargain
.
An
d
the
n
Uncl
e
Cæsa
r
drov
e
m
e
bac
k
t
o
th
e
hotel
.
Her
e
end
s
al
l
th
e
stor
y
a
s
fa
r
a
s
I
ca
n
testif
y
a
s
a
witness
.
Th
e
res
t
mus
t
b
e
onl
y
bar
e
statement
s
o
f
facts
.
A
t
abou
t
si
x
o'cloc
k
I
wen
t
ou
t
fo
r
a
stroll
.
Uncl
e
Cæsa
r
wa
s
a
t
hi
s
corner
.
H
e
thre
w
ope
n
th
e
doo
r
o
f
hi
s
carriage
,
flourishe
d
hi
s
duste
r
 an
d
bega
n
hi
s
depressin
g
formula
:
'Ste
p
righ
t
in
,
suh
.
Fift
y

cent
s
t
o
anywher
e
i
n
th
e
cit
y
-
hack'
s
puffickl
y
clean
,
su
h
-
jus
'
go
t

bac
k
fro
m
a
funera
l
-
'
An
d
 the
n
h
e
recognize
d
me
.
I
thin
k
hi
s
eyesigh
t
wa
s
gettin
g
bad
.
Hi
s
coa
t
ha
d
take
n
o
n
a
fe
w
mor
e
fade
d
shade
s
o
f
colour
,
th
e

twin
e
string
s
wer
e
mor
e
fraye
d
an
d
 ragged
,
th
e
las
t
remainin
g

butto
n
-
th
e
butto
n
o
f
yello
w
hor
n
-
wa
s
gone
.
A
motle
y
descen

dan
t
o
f
king
s
wa
s
Uncl
e
Caesar
.
Abou
t
tw
o
hour
s
late
r
I
sa
w
a
n
excite
d
 crow
d
besiegin
g
th
e
fron
t
o
f
a
dru
g
store
.
I
n
a
deser
t
wher
e
nothin
g
happen
s
thi
s
wa
s

manna
;
s
o
I
edge
d
m
y
wa
y
inside
.
O
n
a
n
extemporize
d
couc
h
o
f
empt
y
boxe
s
an
d
chair
s
wa
s
stretche
d
th
e
morta
l
corporealit
y
o
f
Majo
r
Wentwort
h
Caswell
.
A
docto
r
wa
s
testin
g
hi
m
fo
r
th
e
immorta
l
ingredient
.
Hi
s
decisio
n
wa
s
tha
t
i
t
wa
s
conspicuou
s
b
y

it
s
absence
.
Th
e
erstwhil
e
Majo
r
ha
d
bee
n
foun
d
dea
d
o
n
a
dar
k
stree
t
an
d
brough
t
b
y
curiou
s
an
d
ennuie
d
citizen
s
t
o
th
e
dru
g
store
.
Th
e

lat
e
huma
n
bein
g
ha
d
bee
n
engage
d
i
n
terrifi
c
battl
e
-
th
e
detail
s

showe
d
that
.
Loafe
r
an
d
reprobat
e
thoug
h
h
e
ha
d
been
,
h
e
ha
d

bee
n
als
o
a
warrior
.
Bu
t
h
e
ha
d
lost
.
Hi
s
hand
s
wer
e
ye
t
clenche
d
s
o
tightl
y
tha
t
hi
s
finger
s
woul
d
no
t
b
e
opened
.
Th
e
gentl
e
citi
zen
s
wh
o
ha
d
know
n
hi
m
stoo
d
abou
t
an
d
searche
d
thei
r
vocabu
larie
s
t
o
fin
d
som
e
goo
d
words
,
i
f
 i
t
wer
e
possible
,
t
o
spea
k
o
f
him
.
On
e
kind-lookin
g
ma
n
said
,
afte
r
muc
h
thought
:
'Whe
n
"Cas
"
wa
s
abou
t
fo'tee
n
h
e
wa
s
on
e
o
f
th
e
bes
t
speller
s
i
n
school.
'
Whil
e
I
 stoo
d
ther
e
th
e
finger
s
o
f
th
e
righ
t
han
d
o
f
'th
e
ma
n
tha
t
was,
'
whic
h
hun
g
dow
n
th
e
sid
e
o
f
a
whit
e
pin
e
box
,
relaxed
,

an
d
droppe
d
somethin
g
a
t
m
y
feet
.
I
covere
d
i
t
wit
h
on
e
foo
t
qui

etly
,
an
d
a
littl
e
late
r
o
n
I
picke
d
i
t
u
p
an
d
pockete
d
it
.
I
reasone
d

tha
t
i
n
hi
s
las
t
struggl
e
hi
s
han
d
mus
t
hav
e
seize
d
tha
t
objec
t
unwittingl
y
an
d
hel
d
i
t
i
n
a
death-grip
.

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A
t
th
e
hote
l
tha
t
nigh
t
th
e
mai
n
topi
c
o
f
conversation
,
wit
h
th
e
possibl
e
exception
s
o
f
politic
s
an
d
prohibition
,
wa
s
th
e
demis
e
o
f
Majo
r
Caswell
.
I
hear
d
on
e
ma
n
sa
y
t
o
a
grou
p
o
f
listeners
:
'I
n
m
y
opinion
,
gentlemen
,
Caswel
l
wa
s
murdere
d
b
y
som
e
 o
f
thes
e
no-accoun
t
nigger
s
fo
r
hi
s
money
.
H
e
ha
d
fift
y
dollar
s
thi
s
afternoo
n
whic
h
h
e
showe
d
t
o
severa
l
gentleme
n
i
n
th
e
hotel
.
Whe
n
h
e
wa
s
foun
d
th
e
mone
y
wa
s
no
t
o
n
hi
s
person.
'
I
lef
t
th
e
cit
y
th
e
nex
t
mornin
g
a
t
nine
,
an
d
a
s
th
e
trai
n
wa
s
crossin
g
th
e
bridg
e
ove
r
th
e
Cumberlan
d
Rive
r
I
too
k
ou
t
o
f
m
y
pocke
t
 a
yellow
,
horn
,
overcoa
t
butto
n
th
e
siz
e
o
f
a
fifty-cen
t
piece
,
wit
h
fraye
d
end
s
o
f
coars
e
twin
e
hangin
g
fro
m
it
,
an
d
cas
t
i
t
ou
t
o
f
th
e
windo
w
int
o
th
e
slow
,
mudd
y
water
s
below
.
I
wonder
what's
doing
in
Buffalo!
LI
Compliments
of
the
Season
THER
E
AR
E
N
O
MOR
E
Christma
s
storie
s
t
o
write
.
Fictio
n
i
s
exhausted
;
an
d
newspape
r
item
s
th
e
nex
t
best
,
ar
e
manufacture
d
b
y
cleve
r
youn
g
Journalist
s
wh
o
hav
e
marrie
d
earl
y
an
d
hav
e
a
n
engagingl
y
pessimisti
c
vie
w
o
f
life
.
Therefore
,
fo
r
seasonabl
e

diversion
,
w
e
ar
e
reduce
d
t
o
tw
o
ver
y
questionabl
e
source
s
-
fact
s
an
d
philosophy
.
 W
e
wil
l
begi
n
wit
h
-
whicheve
r
yo
u
choos
e
t
o

cal
l
it
.
Childre
n
ar
e
pestilentia
l
littl
e
animal
s
wit
h
whic
h
w
e
hav
e
t
o
cop
e
unde
r
a
bewilderin
g
variet
y
o
f
conditions
.
Especiall
y
whe
n
childis
h
sorrow
s
overwhel
m
the
m
ar
e
w
e
pu
t
t
o
ou
r
wits
'
end
.
W
e

exhaus
t
ou
r
paltr
y
stor
e
o
f
consolation
;
an
d
the
n
bea
t
them
,
sob

bing
,
t
o
sleep
.
The
n
w
e
grove
l
i
n
th
e
dus
t
o
f
a
millio
n
years
,
an
d

as
k
Go
d
why
.
Thu
s
w
e
cal
l
ou
t
o
f
th
e
rat-trap
.
A
s
fo
r
th
e
chil

dren
,
n
o
on
e
understand
s
the
m
excep
t
ol
d
 maids
,
hunchbacks
,

an
d
shepher
d
dogs
.
No
w
com
e
th
e
fact
s
i
n
th
e
cas
e
o
f
th
e
Rag-Doll
,
th
e
Tatterde
malion
,
an
d
th
e
Twenty-fift
h
o
f
December
.
O
n
th
e
tent
h
o
f
tha
t
mont
h
th
e
Chil
d
o
f
th
e
Millionair
e
los
t
he
r
rag-doll
.
Ther
e
wer
e
man
y
servant
s
i
n
th
e
Millionaire'
s
palac
e
o
n

th
e
Hudson
,
an
d
thes
e
ransacke
d
th
e
hous
e
an
d
grounds
,
bu
t
withou
t
findin
g
th
e
los
t
treasure
.
Th
e
Chil
d
wa
s
a
gir
l
o
f
five
,
an
d
on
e
o
f
thos
e
pervers
e
littl
e
beast
s
tha
t
ofte
n
woun
d
th
e
sensibili

tie
s
o
f
wealth
y
parent
s
b
y
fixin
g
thei
r
affection
s
upo
n
som
e
vulgar
,

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'P-pardon
,
lady,
'
h
e
said
,
'bu
t
couldn'
t
leav
e
withou
t
exchangin
'
comp'ment
s
sheaso
n
wit
h
lad
y
th
'
house
.
'
'Gains
t
princ'ple
s
gen'lema
n
d
o
sho.
'
An
d
the
n
h
e
bega
n
th
e
ancien
t
salutatio
n
tha
t
wa
s
a
traditio
n
i
n
th
e
Hous
e
whe
n
me
n
wor
e
lac
e
ruffle
s
an
d
powder
.
'Th
e
blessing
s
o
f
anothe
r
yea
r
-
'
Fuzzy'
s
memor
y
faile
d
him
.
Th
e
Lad
y
prompted
:
'
-
B
e
upo
n
thi
s
hearth.
'
'
-
Th
e
gues
t
-
'
stammere
d
Fuzzy
.
'
-
An
d
upo
n
he
r
wh
o
-
'
continue
d
th
e
Lady
,
wit
h
a
leadin
g
smile
.
'Oh
,
cu
t
i
t
out,
'
sai
d
Fuzz
y
ill-manneredly
.
'
I
can'
t
remember
.
Drin
k
hearty.
'
Fuzz
y
ha
d
sho
t
hi
s
arrow
.
The
y
drank
.
Th
e
Lad
y
smile
d
agai
n
th
e
smil
e
o
f
he
r
caste
.
Jame
s
envelope
d
Fuzz
y
 an
d
re-conducte
d
hi
m
towar
d
th
e
fron
t
door
.
Th
e
har
p
musi
c
stil
l
softl
y
drifte
d
throug
h
th
e
house
.
Outside
,
Blac
k
Rile
y
breathe
d
o
n
hi
s
col
d
hand
s
an
d
hugge
d
th
e
gate
.
'
I
wonder,
'
sai
d
th
e
Lad
y
t
o
herself
,
musin
g
'wh
o
-
bu
t
ther
e
wer
e
s
o
man
y
wh
o
came
.
I
wonde
r
whethe
r
memor
y
i
s
a
curs
e
o
r
a
blessin
g
t
o
the
m
afte
r
the
y
hav
e
falle
n
 s
o
low.
'
Fuzz
y
an
d
hi
s
escor
t
wer
e
nearl
y
a
t
th
e
door
.
Th
e
Lad
y
called
:
'James!
'
Jame
s
stalke
d
bac
k
obsequiously
,
leavin
g
Fuzz
y
waitin
g
unsteadily
,
wit
h
hi
s
brie
f
spar
k
o
f
th
e
divin
e
fir
e
gone
.
Outside
,
Blac
k
Rile
y
stampe
d
hi
s
col
d
fee
t
an
d
go
t
a
firme
r
gri
p
o
n
hi
s
sectio
n
o
f
gas-pipe
.
'Yo
u
wil
l
conduc
t
thi
s
gentleman,
'
sai
d
th
e
Lady
,
'downstairs
.
The
n
tel
l
Loui
s
t
o
ge
t
ou
t
th
e
Mercede
s
an
d
tak
e
hi
m
t
o
whateve
r
plac
e
h
e
wishe
s
t
o
go.
'
LII
Proof
of
the
Pudding
SPRIN
G
WINKE
D
a
vitreou
s
opti
c
a
t
Edito
r
Westbrook
,
o
f
th
e

erva
 Magazine,
an
d
deflecte
d
hi
m
fro
m
hi
s
course
.
H
e
ha
d
lunche
d
i
n
hi
s
favourit
e
corne
r
o
f
a
Broadwa
y
hotel
,
an
d
wa
s
returnin
g
t
o

hi
s
offic
e
whe
n
hi
s
fee
t
becam
e
entangle
d
i
n
 th
e
lur
e
o
f
th
e
verna
l
coquette
.
Whic
h
i
s
b
y
wa
y
o
f
sayin
g
tha
t
h
e
turne
d
eastwar
d
i
n

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h
Street
,
safel
y
forde
d
th
e
sprin
g
 freshe
t
o
f
vehicle
s
i
n
Fift
h
Avenue
,
an
d
meandere
d
alon
g
th
e
walk
s
o
f
buddin
g
Madiso
n
Square
.
Th
e
lenien
t
ai
r
an
d
th
e
setting
s
o
f
th
e
littl
e
par
k
almos
t
forme
d
a
pastoral
;
th
e
 colou
r
moti
f
wa
s
gree
n
-
th
e
presidin
g
shad
e
a
t
th
e
creatio
n
o
f
ma
n
an
d
vegetation
.
Th
e
callo
w
gras
s
betwee
n
th
e
walk
s
wa
s
th
e
colou
r
o
f
verdigris
,
a
poisonou
s
green
,
reminiscen
t
o
f
th
e
hord
e
o
f
derelic
t
human
s

tha
t
ha
d
breathe
d
upo
n
th
e
soi
l
durin
g
th
e
summe
r
an
d
autumn
.
Th
e
burstin
g
tree-bud
s
looke
d
strangel
y
familia
r
t
o
thos
e
wh
o
ha
d
botanize
d
amon
g
th
e
garnishing
s
o
f
th
e
fis
h
cours
e
o
f
a
forty-cen
t

dinner
.
Th
e
sk
y
abov
e
wa
s
o
f
tha
t
pal
e
aquamarin
e
tin
t
tha
t
hall
-
roo
m
poet
s
rhym
e
wit
h
'true
'
an
d
'Sue
'
an
d
'coo.
'
 Th
e
on
e
natura
l
an
d
fran
k
colou
r
visibl
e
wa
s
th
e
ostensibl
e
gree
n
o
f
th
e
newl
y
painte
d
benche
s
-
a
shad
e
betwee
n
th
e
colou
r
o
f
a
pickle
d
cucum

be
r
an
d
tha
t
o
f
a
las
t
year'
s
fast-bac
k
cravenett
e
raincoat
.
But
,
t
o

th
e
city-bre
d
ey
e
o
f
Edito
r
Westbrook
,
th
e
landscap
e
appeare
d
a

masterpiece
.
An
d
now
,
whethe
r
yo
u
ar
e
o
f
thos
e
wh
o
rus
h
in
,
o
r
o
f
th
e
gentl
e
concours
e
tha
t
fear
s
t
o
tread
,
yo
u
mus
t
follo
w
i
n
a
brie
f
invasio
n

o
f
th
e
editor'
s
mind
.
Edito
r
Westbrook'
s
spiri
t
wa
s
contente
d
an
d
serene
.
Th
e
Apri
l
numbe
r
o
f
 th
e
Minerva
ha
d
sol
d
it
s
entir
e
editio
n
befor
e
th
e
tent
h

da
y
o
f
th
e
mont
h
-
a
newsdeale
r
i
n
Keoku
k
ha
d
writte
n
tha
t
h
e

coul
d
hav
e
sol
d
fift
y
copie
s
mor
e
i
f
 h
e
ha
d
ha
d
'em
.
Th
e
owner
s
o
f

th
e
magazin
e
ha
d
raise
d
hi
s
(th
e
editor's
)
salary
;
h
e
ha
d
jus
t
installe
d
i
n
hi
s
hom
e
a
jewe
l
o
f
a
recentl
y
importe
d
coo
k
wh
o
 wa
s
afrai
d
o
f
policemen
;
an
d
th
e
mornin
g
paper
s
ha
d
publishe
d
i
n
ful
l

a
speec
h
h
e
ha
d
mad
e
a
t
a
publishers
'
banquet
.
Als
o
ther
e
wer
e

echoin
g
i
n
hi
s
min
d
th
e
jubilan
t
note
s
o
f
a
splendi
d
son
g
tha
t
hi
s

charmin
g
youn
g
wif
e
ha
d
sun
g
t
o
hi
m
befor
e
h
e
lef
t
hi
s
uptow
n

apartmen
t
tha
t
morning
.
Sh
e
wa
s
takin
g
enthusiasti
c
interes
t
i
n
he
r
musi
c
o
f
late
,
practisin
g
earl
y
an
d
diligently
.
Whe
n
h
e
ha
d
complimente
d
he
r
o
n
th
e
improvemen
t
i
n
he
r
voic
e
sh
e
ha
d
fairl
y
hugge
d
hi
m
fo
r
jo
y
a
t
hi
s
praise
.
H
e
 felt
,
too
,
th
e
benign
,
toni
c

medicamen
t
o
f
th
e
traine
d
nurse
,
Spring
,
trippin
g
softl
y
adow
n
th
e
ward
s
o
f
th
e
convalescen
t
city
.
Whil
e
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
wa
s
saunterin
g
betwee
n
row
s
o
f
par
k
benche
s
(alread
y
fillin
g
wit
h
vagrant
s
an
d
th
e
guardian
s
o
f
lawles
s

childhood
)
h
e
fel
t
hi
s
sleev
e
graspe
d
an
d
held
.
Suspectin
g
tha
t
h
e
wa
s
abou
t
t
o
b
e
panhandled
,
h
e
turne
d
a
col
d
an
d
unprofitabl
e
face
,
an
d
sa
w
tha
t
hi
s
capto
r
wa
s
-
Daw
e
-
Shacklefor
d
Dawe
,

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dingy
,
almos
t
ragged
,
th
e
gentee
l
scarcel
y
visibl
e
i
n
hi
m
 throug
h
th
e
deepe
r
line
s
o
f
th
e
shabby
.
Whil
e
th
e
edito
r
i
s
pullin
g
himsel
f
ou
t
o
f
hi
s
surprise
,
a
flash
ligh
t
biograph
y
o
f
Daw
e
i
s
offered
.
H
e
wa
s
a
fiction
writer
,
an
d
on
e
o
f
Westbrook'
s
ol
d
acquain
tances
.
A
t
on
e
tim
e
the
y
migh
t
hav
e
calle
d
eac
h
othe
r
ol
d
friends
.
Daw
e
ha
d
som
e
mone
y
i
n
thos
e
days
,
an
d
live
d
i
n
a
decen
t
apart
ment-hous
e
nea
r
Westbrook's
.
Th
e
tw
o
familie
s
ofte
n
wen
t
t
o

theatre
s
an
d
dinner
s
together
.
Mrs
.
Daw
e
an
d
Mrs
.
Westbroo
k

becam
e
'dearest
'
friends
.
The
n
on
e
da
y
a
littl
e
tentacl
e
o
f
th
e

octopus
,
 jus
t
t
o
amus
e
itself
,
ingurgitate
d
Dawe'
s
capital
,
an
d
h
e
move
d
t
o
th
e
Gramerc
y
Par
k
neighbourhood
,
wher
e
one
,
fo
r
a

fe
w
groat
s
pe
r
week
,
ma
y
si
t
upo
n
one'
s
trun
k
unde
r
eight
-

branche
d
chandelier
s
an
d
opposit
e
Carrar
a
marbl
e
mantel
s
an
d
watc
h
th
e
mic
e
pla
y
upo
n
th
e
floor
.
Daw
e
though
t
t
o
liv
e
b
y
writ
in
g
fiction.
No
w
an
d
the
n
h
e
sol
d
a
story
.
 H
e
submitte
d
man
y
t
o
Westbrook
.
Th
e
Minerva
printe
d
on
e
o
r
tw
o
o
f
them
;
th
e
res
t

wer
e
returned
.
Westbroo
k
sen
t
a
carefu
l
an
d
conscientiou
s
per
sona
l
lette
r
wit
h
eac
h
rejecte
d
manuscript
,
pointin
g
ou
t
i
n
detai
l
hi
s
reason
s
fo
r
considerin
g
i
t
unavailable
.
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
ha
d

hi
s
ow
n
clea
r
conceptio
n
o
f
wha
t
constitute
d
goo
d
fiction
.
S
o
ha
d
Dawe
.
Mrs
.
Daw
e
wa
s
mainl
y
concerne
d
abou
t
th
e
constituent
s

o
f
th
e
scant
y
dishe
s
o
f
foo
d
tha
t
sh
e
manage
d
t
o
scrap
e
together
.

On
e
da
y
Daw
e
ha
d
bee
n
spoutin
g
t
o
he
r
abou
t
th
e
excellence
s
o
f
certai
n
 Frenc
h
writers
.
A
t
dinne
r
the
y
sa
t
dow
n
t
o
a
dis
h
tha
t

a
hungr
y
schoolbo
y
coul
d
hav
e
encompasse
d
a
t
a
gulp
.
Daw
e
commented
.
'It'
s
Maupassan
t
hash,
'
sai
d
Mrs
.
Dawe
.
'I
t
ma
y
no
t
b
e
art
,
bu
t
I
d
o
wis
h
yo
u
woul
d
d
o
a
five
cours
e
Mario
n
Crawfor
d
seria
l
wit
h
a
n
Ell
a
Wheele
r
Wilco
x
sonne
t
fo
r
dessert
.
I'
m
hungry.
'
A
s
fa
r
a
s
thi
s
fro
m
succes
s
wa
s
Shacklefor
d
Daw
e
whe
n
h
e
plucke
d
Edito
r
Westbrook'
s
sleev
e
i
n
Madiso
n
Square
.
Tha
t
wa
s

th
e
first
tim
e
th
e
edito
r
ha
d
see
n
Daw
e
i
n
severa
l
months
.
'Why
,
Shack
,
i
s
thi
s
 you?
'
sai
d
Westbroo
k
somewha
t
awk
wardly
,
fo
r
th
e
for
m
o
f
thi
s
phras
e
seeme
d
t
o
touc
h
upo
n
th
e
other'
s
change
d
appearance
.
'Si
t
dow
n
fo
r
a
minute,
'
sai
d
Dawe
,
tuggin
g
a
t
hi
s
sleeve
.
'Thi
s
i
s
m
y
office
.
I
can'
t
com
e
t
o
yours
,
lookin
g
a
s
I
do
.
Oh
,
si
t
dow
n
-
yo
u
won'
t
b
e
disgraced
.
Thos
e
half-plucke
d
bird
s
o
n
th
e
othe
r
benche
s
wil
l
tak
e
yo
u
fo
r
a
swel
l
porch-climber
.
The
y
won'
t
kno
w
yo
u
ar
e
onl
y
a
n
editor.
'
'Smoke
,
Shack?
'
sai
d
Edito
r
Westbrook
,
sinkin
g
cautiousl
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upo
n
th
e
virulen
t
gree
n
bench
.
H
e
alway
s
yielde
d
gracefull
y
whe
n
h
e
di
d
yield
.
Daw
e
snappe
d
a
t
th
e
ciga
r
a
s
a
kingfishe
r
dart
s
a
t
a
sunperch
,
o
r
a
gir
l
peck
s
a
t
a
chocolat
e
cream
.
'
I
hav
e
 jus
t
-
'
bega
n
th
e
editor
.
'Oh
,
I
know
;
don'
t
finish,
'
sai
d
Dawe
.
'Giv
e
m
e
a
match
.
Yo
u
hav
e
jus
t
te
n
minute
s
t
o
spare
.
Ho
w
di
d
yo
u
manag
e
t
o
ge
t
pas
t
m
y
office-bo
y
an
d
invad
e
m
y
sanctum
?
Ther
e
h
e
goe
s
now
,

throwin
g
hi
s
clu
b
a
t
a
do
g
tha
t
couldn'
t
rea
d
th
e
"Kee
p
of
f
th
e
Grass
"
signs.
'
'Ho
w
goe
s
th
e
writing?
'
aske
d
 th
e
editor
.
'Loo
k
a
t
me,
'
sai
d
Dawe
,
'fo
r
you
r
answer
.
No
w
don'
t
pu
t
o
n
tha
t
embarrassed
,
friendly-but-hones
t
loo
k
an
d
as
k
m
e
wh
y
I

don'
t
ge
t
a
jo
b
a
s
a
win
e
agen
t
o
r
a
cab-driver
.
I'
m
i
n
th
e
fight
t
o

a
finish. I
kno
w
I
ca
n
writ
e
goo
d
fictio
n
an
d
I'l
l
forc
e
yo
u
fellow
s

t
o
admi
t
i
t
yet
.
I'l
l
mak
e
yo
u
chang
e
th
e
spellin
g
o
f
"regrets
"
t
o

"c-h-e-q-u-e
"
befor
e
I'
m
don
e
wit
h
you.
'
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
gaze
d
throug
h
hi
s
nose-glasse
s
wit
h
a
sweetl
y
sorrowful
,
omniscient
,
sympathetic
,
sceptica
l
expressio
n
-
th
e

copyrighte
d
expressio
n
o
f
th
e
 edito
r
beleaguere
d
b
y
th
e
unavailabl
e

contributor
.
'Hav
e
yo
u
rea
d
th
e
las
t
stor
y
I
sen
t
yo
u
-
"Th
e
Alaru
m
o
f
th
e
Soul"?
'
aske
d
Dawe
.
'Carefully
.
I
hesitate
d
ove
r
tha
t
story
,
Shack
,
reall
y
I
did
.
I
t
ha
d
som
e
goo
d
points
.
I
wa
s
writin
g
yo
u
a
lette
r
t
o
sen
d
wit
h
i
t
whe
n
i
t
goe
s
bac
k
t
o
you
.
I
regre
t
-
'
'Neve
r
min
d
th
e
regrets,
'
sai
d
 Daw
e
grimly
.
'There'
s
neithe
r
salv
e
no
r
stin
g
i
n
'e
m
an
y
more
.
Wha
t
I
wan
t
t
o
kno
w
i
s
why
.

Come
,
now
;
ou
t
wit
h
th
e
goo
d
point
s
first.'
'Th
e
story,
'
sai
d
Westbroo
k
 deliberately
,
afte
r
a
suppresse
d
sigh
,
'i
s
writte
n
aroun
d
a
n
almos
t
origina
l
plot
.
Characterizatio
n
-

th
e
bes
t
yo
u
hav
e
done
.
Constructio
n
-
almos
t
a
s
good
,
excep
t
fo
r

a
fe
w
wea
k
joint
s
whic
h
migh
t
b
e
strengthene
d
b
y
a
fe
w
change
s

an
d
touches
.
I
t
wa
s
a
goo
d
story
,
excep
t
-
'
'
I
ca
n
writ
e
English
,
can'
t
I?
'
interrupte
d
Dawe
.
'
I
hav
e
alway
s
tol
d
you,
'
sai
d
th
e
editor
,
'tha
t
yo
u
ha
d
a
style.
'
'The
n
th
e
troubl
e
i
s
th
e
-
'
'Sam
e
ol
d
thing,
'
sai
d
Edito
r
Westbrook
.
'Yo
u
wor
k
u
p
t
o
you
r
clima
x
lik
e
a
n
artist
.
An
d
the
n
yo
u
tur
n
yoursel
f
int
o
a
photogra
pher
.
I
don'
t
kno
w
wha
t
for
m
o
f
obstinat
e
madnes
s
possesse
s
you
,
Shack
,
bu
t
tha
t
i
s
wha
t
yo
u
d
o
wit
h
everythin
g
tha
t
yo
u
write
.
No
,
I
 wil
l
retrac
t
th
e
compariso
n
wit
h
th
e
photographer
.
No
w

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an
d
the
n
photography
,
i
n
spit
e
o
f
it
s
impossibl
e
perspective
,
man
age
s
t
o
recor
d
a
fleeting
glimps
e
 o
f
truth
.
Bu
t
yo
u
spoi
l
ever
y

denouemen
t
b
y
thos
e
flat
,
drab
,
obliteratin
g
stroke
s
o
f
you
r
brus
h

tha
t
I
hav
e
s
o
ofte
n
complaine
d
of
.
I
f
yo
u
woul
d
ris
e
t
o
th
e
 liter

ar
y
pinnacl
e
o
f
you
r
dramati
c
scenes
,
an
d
pain
t
the
m
i
n
th
e
hig
h

colour
s
tha
t
ar
t
requires
,
th
e
postma
n
woul
d
leav
e
fewe
r
bulky
,
self-addresse
d
envelope
s
a
t
you
r
door.
'
'Oh
,
 fiddle
s
an
d
footlights!
'
crie
d
Daw
e
derisively
.
'You'v
e
go
t
tha
t
ol
d
sawmil
l
dram
a
kin
k
i
n
you
r
brai
n
yet
.
Whe
n
th
e
ma
n
wit
h

th
e
blac
k
moustach
e
kidnap
s
golden-haire
d
Bessi
e
yo
u
ar
e
 boun
d
t
o
hav
e
th
e
mothe
r
knee
l
an
d
rais
e
he
r
hand
s
i
n
th
e
spotligh
t
an
d

say
:
"Ma
y
hig
h
heave
n
witnes
s
tha
t
I
wil
l
res
t
neithe
r
nigh
t
no
r
da
y
til
l
th
e
heartles
s
villai
n
tha
t
ha
s
stole
n
m
e
chil
d
feel
s
th
e
weigh
t
o
f
a
mother'
s
vengeance!
"
'
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
concede
d
a
smil
e
o
f
imperviou
s
complacency
.
'
I
think,
'
sai
d
he
,
'tha
t
i
n
rea
l
lif
e
th
e
woma
n
woul
d
expres
s
her
sel
f
i
n
thos
e
word
s
o
r
i
n
ver
y
simila
r
ones.
'
'No
t
i
n
a
si
x
hundre
d
nights
'
ru
n
anywher
e
bu
t
o
n
th
e
stage,
'
sai
d
Daw
e
hotly
.
'I'l
l
tel
l
 yo
u
wha
t
she'
d
sa
y
i
n
rea
l
life
.
She'
d
say
:
"What
!
Bessi
e
le
d
awa
y
b
y
a
strang
e
man
?
Goo
d
Lord
!
It'
s
on
e
troubl
e
afte
r
another
!
Ge
t
m
y
othe
r
hat
,
I
mus
t
hurr
y
aroun
d
t
o
th
e
police-station
.
Wh
y
wasn'
t
somebod
y
lookin
g
afte
r
her
,
I'
d
lik
e
t
o
know
?
Fo
r
God'
s
sake
,
ge
t
ou
t
o
f
m
y
wa
y
o
r
I'l
l
neve
r
ge
t
ready
.
No
t
tha
t
 ha
t
-
th
e
brow
n
on
e
wit
h
th
e
velve
t
bows
.
Bessi
e

mus
t
hav
e
bee
n
crazy
;
she'
s
usuall
y
sh
y
o
f
strangers
.
I
s
tha
t
to
o

muc
h
powder
?
Lordy
!
Ho
w
I'
m
upset!
"
'That'
s
 th
e
wa
y
she'
d
talk,
'
continue
d
Dawe
.
'Peopl
e
i
n
rea
l
lif
e
don'
t
fl
y
int
o
heroic
s
an
d
blan
k
vers
e
a
t
emotiona
l
crises
.
The
y

simpl
y
can'
t
d
o
it
.
I
f
the
y
tal
k
a
t
 al
l
o
n
suc
h
occasion
s
the
y
dra
w
fro
m
th
e
sam
e
vocabular
y
tha
t
the
y
us
e
ever
y
day
,
an
d
muddl
e
u
p

thei
r
word
s
an
d
idea
s
a
littl
e
more
,
that'
s
all.
'
'Shack,
'
sai
d
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
impressively
,
'di
d
yo
u
eve
r
pic
k
u
p
th
e
mangle
d
an
d
lifeles
s
for
m
o
f
a
chil
d
fro
m
unde
r
th
e
fende
r
o
f
a
street-car
,
an
d
carr
y
i
t
i
n
you
r
arm
s
an
d
la
y
 i
t
dow
n
befor
e
th
e

distracte
d
mother
?
Di
d
yo
u
eve
r
d
o
that
an
d
liste
n
t
o
th
e
word
s
o
f
grie
f
an
d
despai
r
a
s
the
y
flowe
d
spontaneousl
y
fro
m
he
r
lips?
'
'
I
neve
r
did,
'
sai
d
Dawe
.
'Di
d
you?
'
'Well
,
no,
'
sai
d
Edito
r
Westbrook
,
wit
h
a
sligh
t
frown
.
'Bu
t
I
ca
n
wel
l
imagin
e
wha
t
sh
e
woul
d
say.
'
'S
o
ca
n
I,
'
sai
d
Dawe
.
An
d
no
w
th
e
 fittin
g
tim
e
ha
d
com
e
fo
r
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
t
o
pla
y
th
e
oracl
e
an
d
silenc
e
hi
s
opinionate
d
contributor
.
I
t
wa
s
no
t
fo
r
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n

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unarrive
d
fictionis
t
t
o
dictat
e
word
s
t
o
b
e
uttere
d
b
y
th
e
heroe
s
an
d
heroine
s
o
f
th
e
Minerva
Magazine,
contrar
y
t
o
th
e
theorie
s
o
f
th
e
edito
r
thereof.
'M
y
dea
r
Shack,
'
sai
d
he
,
'i
f
I
kno
w
 anythin
g
o
f
lif
e
I
kno
w
tha
t
ever
y
sudden
,
dee
p
an
d
tragi
c
emotio
n
i
n
th
e
huma
n
hear
t
call
s
fort
h
a
n
apposite
,
concordant
,
conformable
,
an
d
proportionat
e

expressio
n
o
f
feeling
?
Ho
w
muc
h
o
f
thi
s
inevitabl
e
accor
d
betwee
n

expressio
n
an
d
feelin
g
shoul
d
b
e
attribute
d
t
o
nature
,
an
d
ho
w
muc
h
t
o
th
e
influenc
e
o
f
art
,
i
t
woul
d
b
e
difficul
t
t
o
say
.
Th
e
sub

limel
y
terribl
e
roa
r
o
f
th
e
liones
s
tha
t
ha
s
bee
n
deprive
d
o
f
he
r
cub
s
i
s
dramaticall
y
a
s
fa
r
abov
e
he
r
customar
y
whin
e
an
d
pur
r
a
s

th
e
kingl
y
an
d
transcenden
t
utterance
s
o
f
Lea
r
ar
e
abov
e
th
e
leve
l

o
f
hi
s
senil
e
vapourings
.
Bu
t
i
t
i
s
als
o
tru
e
tha
t
al
l
me
n
an
d
wome
n
hav
e
wha
t
ma
y
b
e
calle
d
a
subconsciou
s
dramati
c
sens
e
tha
t
 i
s
awakene
d
b
y
a
sufficientl
y
dee
p
an
d
powerfu
l
emotio
n
-
a
sens
e
unconsciousl
y
acquire
d
from
literatur
e
an
d
th
e
stag
e
tha
t
prompt
s
the
m
t
o
expres
s
thos
e
emotion
s
i
n
languag
e
befittin
g
thei
r
impor

tanc
e
an
d
histrioni
c
value.
'
'An
d
i
n
th
e
nam
e
o
f
seve
n
sacre
d
saddle-blanket
s
o
f
Sagittarius
,
wher
e
di
d
th
e
stag
e
an
d
literatur
e
ge
t
th
e
stunt?
'
aske
d
Dawe
.
'Fro
m
life,
'
answere
d
th
e
edito
r
 triumphantly
.
Th
e
story-write
r
ros
e
fro
m
th
e
benc
h
an
d
gesticulate
d
elo
quentl
y
bu
t
dumbly
.
H
e
wa
s
beggare
d
fo
r
word
s
wit
h
whic
h
t
o
formulat
e
adequatel
y
hi
s
dissent
.
O
n
a
benc
h
nea
r
b
y
a
 frows
y
loafe
r
opene
d
hi
s
re
d
eye
s
an
d
perceive
d
tha
t
hi
s
mora
l
suppor
t
wa
s
du
e
t
o
a
down-trodde
n

brother
.
'Punc
h
hi
m
one
,
Jack,
'
h
e
calle
d
hoarsel
y
t
o
Dawe
.
'Wat'
s
h
e
com
e
makin
'
a
nois
e
lik
e
a
penn
y
arcad
e
fo
r
amongs
t
gen'leme
n

tha
t
come
s
i
n
th
e
Squar
e
t
o
se
t
an
d
think?
'
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
looke
d
a
t
hi
s
watc
h
wit
h
a
n
affecte
d
sho
w
o
f
leisure
.
'Tel
l
me,
'
aske
d
Dawe
,
wit
h
truculen
t
anxiety
,
'wha
t
especia
l
fault
s
i
n
"Th
e
Alaru
m
o
f
th
e
Soul
"
cause
d
yo
u
t
o
thro
w
i
t
down.
'
'Whe
n
Gabrie
l
Murray,
'
sai
d
Westbrook
,
'goe
s
 t
o
hi
s
telephon
e
an
d
i
s
tol
d
tha
t
hi
s
fiancée
ha
s
bee
n
sho
t
b
y
a
burglar
,
h
e
say
s
-
I

d
o
no
t
recal
l
th
e
exac
t
words
,
bu
t
-
'
'
I
do,
'
sai
d
Dawe
.
 'H
e
says
:
"Dam
n
Central
;
sh
e
alway
s
cut
s
m
e
off.
"
(An
d
the
n
t
o
hi
s
friend)
:
"Say
,
Tommy
,
doe
s
a
thirty-tw
o

bulle
t
mak
e
a
bi
g
hole
?
It'
s
kin
d
o
f
har
d
luck
,
ain'
t
 it
?
Coul
d
yo
u

ge
t
m
e
a
drin
k
fro
m
th
e
sideboard
,
Tommy
?
No
;
straight
;
nothin
g

o
n
th
e
side.
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'An
d
again,
'
continue
d
th
e
editor
,
withou
t
pausin
g
for
argu
ment
,
'whe
n
Berenic
e
open
s
th
e
lette
r
fro
m
he
r
husban
d
inform
in
g
he
r
tha
t
h
e
ha
s
fle
d
wit
h
th
e
manicur
e
girl
,
he
r
word
s
ar
e
-
le
t

m
e
se
e
-
'
'Sh
e
says,
'
interpose
d
th
e
author
:
'
"Well
,
wha
t
d
o
yo
u
thin
k
o
f
that!
"
'
'Absurdl
y
inappropriat
e
words,
'
sai
d
Westbrook
,
'presentin
g
a
n
anti-clima
x
-
plungin
g
th
e
stor
y
int
o
hopeles
s
bathos
.
Wors
e
yet
;
the
y
mirro
r
lif
e
falsely
.
N
o
huma
n
bein
g
eve
r
uttere
d
bana
l
colloquialism
s
whe
n
confronte
d
b
y
sudde
n
tragedy.
'
'Wrong,
'
sai
d
Dawe
,
closin
g
hi
s
unshave
n
jaw
s
doggedly
.
'
I
sa
y
n
o
ma
n
 o
r
woma
n
eve
r
spout
s
highfaluti
n
tal
k
whe
n
the
y
g
o
u
p
agains
t
a
rea
l
climax
.
The
y
tal
k
naturally
,
an
d
a
littl
e
worse.
'
Th
e
edito
r
ros
e
fro
m
th
e
benc
h
wit
h
hi
s
ai
r
o
f
indulgenc
e
an
d
insid
e
information
.
'Say
,
Westbrook,
'
sai
d
Dawe
,
pinnin
g
hi
m
b
y
th
e
lapel
,
'woul
d
yo
u
hav
e
accepte
d
"Th
e
Alaru
m
o
f
the
Soul
"
i
f
yo
u
ha
d
believe
d
tha
t
th
e
action
s
an
d
word
s
o
f
th
e
character
s
wer
e
tru
e
t
o
lif
e
i
n
th
e
part
s
o
f
th
e
stor
y
tha
t
w
e
discussed?
'
'I
t
i
s
ver
y
likel
y
tha
t
I
would
,
i
f
I
believe
d
tha
t
way,
'
sai
d
 th
e
editor
.
'Bu
t
I
hav
e
explaine
d
t
o
yo
u
tha
t
I
d
o
not.
'
'I
f
I
coul
d
prov
e
t
o
yo
u
tha
t
I
a
m
right?
'
'I'
m
sorry
,
Shack
,
bu
t
I'
m
afrai
d
I
haven'
t
tim
e
t
o
 argu
e
an
y
furthe
r
jus
t
now.
'
'
I
don'
t
wan
t
t
o
argue,
'
sai
d
Dawe
.
'
I
wan
t
t
o
demonstrat
e
t
o
yo
u
fro
m
lif
e
itsel
f
tha
t
m
y
vie
w
i
s
th
e
correc
t
one.
'
'Ho
w
coul
d
yo
u
d
o
that?
'
aske
d
Westbroo
k
i
n
a
surprise
d
tone
.
'Listen,
'
sai
d
th
e
write
r
seriously
.
'
I
hav
e
though
t
o
f
a
way
.
I
t
i
s
importan
t
t
o
m
e
tha
t
m
y
theor
y
o
f
true-to-lif
e
 fiction
b
e
recog
nize
d
a
s
correc
t
b
y
th
e
magazines
.
I'v
e
fough
t
fo
r
i
t
fo
r
thre
e
years
,
an
d
I'
m
dow
n
t
o
m
y
las
t
dollar
,
wit
h
tw
o
months
'
ren
t
due.
'
'
I
hav
e
applie
d
th
e
opposit
e
o
f
you
r
theory,
'
sai
d
th
e
editor
,
'i
n
selectin
g
th
e
fiction
fo
r
th
e
Minerva
Magazine.
Th
e
circulatio
n
ha
s

gon
e
u
p
fro
m
ninet
y
thousan
d
t
o
-
'
'Fou
r
hundre
d
thousand,
'
sai
d
 Dawe
.
'Wherea
s
i
t
shoul
d
hav
e
bee
n
booste
d
t
o
a
million.
'
'Yo
u
sai
d
somethin
g
t
o
m
e
jus
t
no
w
abou
t
demonstratin
g
you
r
pe
t
theory.
'
'
I
will
.
I
f
you'l
l
giv
e
m
e
abou
t
hal
f
 a
n
hou
r
o
f
you
r
tim
e
I'l
l
prov
e
t
o
yo
u
tha
t
I
a
m
right
.
I'l
l
prov
e
i
t
b
y
Louise.
'
'You
r
wife!
'
exclaime
d
Westbrook
.
'How?
'

'Well
,
no
t
exactl
y
b
y
her
,
bu
t
wit
h
her,
'
sai
d
Dawe
.
'Now
,
yo
u

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w
ho
w
devote
d
an
d
lovin
g
Louis
e
ha
s
alway
s
been
.
Sh
e
think
s
I'
m
th
e
onl
y
genuin
e
preparatio
n
o
n
 th
e
marke
t
tha
t
bear
s
th
e
ol
d
doctor'
s
signature
.
She'
s
bee
n
fonde
r
an
d
mor
e
faithfu
l
tha
n
ever
,

sinc
e
I'v
e
bee
n
cas
t
fo
r
th
e
neglecte
d
geniu
s
part.
'
'Indeed
,
sh
e
i
s
a
charmin
g
an
d
admirabl
e
lif
e
companion,
'
agree
d
th
e
editor
.
'
I
remembe
r
wha
t
inseparabl
e
friend
s
sh
e
an
d
Mrs
.
Westbroo
k
onc
e
were
.
W
e
ar
e
bot
h
luck
y
chaps
,
Shack
,
t
o
hav
e
suc
h
wives
.
Yo
u
 mus
t
brin
g
Mrs
.
Daw
e
u
p
som
e
evenin
g
soon
,
an
d
we'l
l
hav
e
on
e
o
f
thos
e
informa
l
chafing-dis
h
supper
s

tha
t
w
e
use
d
t
o
enjo
y
s
o
much.
'
'Later,
'
sai
d
Dawe
.
'Whe
n
I
ge
t
anothe
r
shirt
.
An
d
no
w
I'l
l
tel
l
yo
u
m
y
scheme
.
Whe
n
I
wa
s
abou
t
t
o
leav
e
hom
e
afte
r
breakfas
t
-
i
f
yo
u
ca
n
cal
l
te
a
an
d
oatmea
l
breakfas
t
-
Louis
e
tol
d
m
e
sh
e
wa
s

goin
g
t
o
visi
t
he
r
aun
t
i
n
Eighty-nint
h
Street
.
Sh
e
sai
d
sh
e
woul
d

retur
n
hom
e
a
t
thre
e
o'clock
.
Sh
e
i
s
alway
s
o
n
tim
e
t
o
a
minute
.
I
t
i
s
no
w
-
'
Daw
e
glance
d
towar
d
th
e
editor'
s
watc
h
pocket
.

'Twenty-seve
n
minute
s
t
o
three,
'
sai
d
Westbrook
,
scannin
g
hi
s
timepiece
.
'W
e
hav
e
jus
t
enoug
h
time,
'
sai
d
Dawe
.
'W
e
wil
l
g
o
t
o
m
y
fla
t
a
t
once
.
I
wil
l
writ
e
a
note
,
addres
s
i
t
t
o
he
r
an
d
leav
e
i
t
o
n
th
e

tabl
e
wher
e
sh
e
wil
l
se
e
i
t
a
s
sh
e
enter
s
th
e
door
.
Yo
u
an
d
I
wil
l
b
e
i
n
th
e
dining-roo
m
conceale
d
b
y
th
e
portieres
.
I
n
tha
t
not
e
I'l
l
sa
y

tha
t
I
hav
e
fle
d
fro
m
he
r
fo
r
eve
r
wit
h
a
n
affinit
y
wh
o
understand
s
th
e
need
s
o
f
m
y
artisti
c
sou
l
a
s
sh
e
neve
r
did
.
Whe
n
sh
e
read
s
i
t
w
e
wil
l
observ
e
he
r
action
s
an
d
hea
r
he
r
words
.
The
n
w
e
wil
l
kno
w
whic
h
theor
y
i
s
th
e
correc
t
on
e
-
your
s
o
r
mine.
'
'Oh
,
never!
'
exclaime
d
th
e
editor
,
shakin
g
hi
s
head
.
'Tha
t
woul
d
b
e
inexcusabl
y
cruel
.
I
coul
d
no
t
consen
t
t
o
hav
e
Mrs
.
Dawe'
s

feeling
s
playe
d
upo
n
i
n
suc
h
a
manner.
'
'Brac
e
up,
'
sai
d
th
e
writer
.
'
I
gues
s
I
thin
k
a
s
muc
h
o
f
he
r
a
s
yo
u
do
.
It'
s
fo
r
he
r
benefi
t
a
s
wel
l
a
s
mine
.
I'v
e
 go
t
t
o
ge
t
a
marke
t
fo
r
m
y
storie
s
i
n
som
e
way
.
I
t
won'
t
hur
t
Louise
.
She'
s
health
y
an
d

sound
.
He
r
hear
t
goe
s
a
s
stron
g
a
s
a
ninety-eight-cen
t
watch
.
It'l
l

las
t
fo
r
onl
y
a
minute
,
an
d
the
n
I'l
l
ste
p
ou
t
an
d
explai
n
t
o
her
.
Yo
u
reall
y
ow
e
i
t
t
o
m
e
t
o
giv
e
m
e
th
e
chance
,
Westbrook.
'
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
a
t
lengt
h
yielded
,
thoug
h
bu
t
hal
f
willingly
.
An
d
i
n
th
e
hal
f
o
f
hi
m
tha
t
consente
d
lurke
d
th
e
vivisectionis
t
tha
t
i
s
i
n
al
l
o
f
us
.
Le
t
hi
m
wh
o
ha
s
no
t
use
d
th
e
scalpe
l
 ris
e
an
d
stan
d
i
n
hi
s
place
.
Pit
y
'ti
s
tha
t
ther
e
ar
e
no
t
enoug
h
rabbit
s
an
d
guinea-pig
s
t
o
g
o

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e
tw
o
experimenter
s
 i
n
Ar
t
lef
t
th
e
Squar
e
an
d
hurrie
d
east
war
d
an
d
the
n
t
o
th
e
sout
h
unti
l
the
y
arrive
d
i
n
th
e
Gramerc
y
neighbourhood
.
Withi
n
it
s
hig
h
iro
n
railing
s
th
e
littl
e
par
k
ha
d
 pu
t
o
n
it
s
smar
t
coa
t
o
f
verna
l
green
,
an
d
wa
s
admirin
g
itsel
f
i
n
it
s
tai
n
minor
.
Outsid
e
th
e
railing
s
th
e
hollo
w
squar
e
o
f
crumblin
g
houses
,
shell
s
o
f
a
bygon
e
gentry
,
 leane
d
a
s
i
f
i
n
ghostl
y
gossi
p
ove
r

th
e
forgotten
doing
s
o
f
th
e
vanishe
d
quality
.
Sic
transit
gloria
urbis.
A
bloc
k
o
r
tw
o
nort
h
o
f
th
e
Park
,
Daw
e
steere
d
th
e
edito
r
agai
n
eastward
,
 then
,
afte
r
coverin
g
a
shor
t
distance
,
int
o
a
loft
y
bu
t
narro
w
flathous
e
burdene
d
wit
h
a
floridl
y
over-decorate
d
façade
.
T
o
th
e
fift
h
stor
y
the
y
toiled
,
an
d
Dawe
,
panting
,
pushe
d
hi
s
latch-ke
y
int
o
 th
e
doo
r
o
f
on
e
o
f
th
e
fron
t
flats
.
Whe
n
th
e
doo
r
opene
d
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
saw
,
wit
h
feeling
s
o
f
pity
,
ho
w
meanl
y
an
d
meagrel
y
th
e
room
s
wer
e
furnished
.
'Ge
t
a
chair
,
 i
f
yo
u
ca
n
fin
d
one,
'
sai
d
Dawe
,
'whil
e
I
hun
t
u
p
pe
n
an
d
ink
.
Hallo
,
what'
s
this
?
Here'
s
a
not
e
fro
m
Louise
.
Sh
e

mus
t
hav
e
lef
t
i
t
ther
e
whe
n
sh
e
 wen
t
ou
t
thi
s
morning.
'
H
e
picke
d
u
p
a
n
envelop
e
tha
t
la
y
o
n
th
e
centre-tabl
e
an
d
tor
e
i
t
open
.
H
e
bega
n
t
o
rea
d
th
e
lette
r
tha
t
h
e
dre
w
ou
t
o
f
it
;
an
d
onc
e
havin
g
begu
n
i
t
alou
d
h
e
s
o
rea
d
i
t
throug
h
t
o
th
e
end
.
Thes
e
ar
e
th
e
word
s
tha
t
Edito
r
Westbroo
k
heard
:
DEA
R
SHACKLEFORD
,
-
'B
y
th
e
tim
e
yo
u
ge
t
thi
s
I
wil
l
b
e
abou
t
a
hundre
d
mile
s
awa
y
an
d
stil
l
a-going
.
I'v
e
go
t
a
plac
e
i
n
th
e
choru
s
o
f
th
e
Occidenta
l

Oper
a
Co.
,
an
d
w
e
star
t
o
n
th
e
roa
d
 to-da
y
a
t
twelv
e
o'clock
.
I

didn'
t
wan
t
t
o
starv
e
t
o
death
,
an
d
s
o
I
decide
d
t
o
mak
e
m
y
ow
n
living
.
I'
m
no
t
comin
g
back
.
Mrs
.
Westbroo
k
i
s
goin
g
wit
h
me
.
Sh
e
sai
d
sh
e
wa
s
tire
d
o
f
livin
g
wit
h
a
combinatio
n
phonograph
,
iceber
g
an
d
dictionary
,
an
d
she'
s
no
t
comin
g
back
,
either
.
We'v
e

bee
n
practisin
g
th
e
song
s
an
d
dance
s
fo
r
tw
o
month
s
o
n
th
e
quiet
.
I
hop
e
yo
u
wil
l
b
e
successful
,
an
d
ge
t
alon
g
al
l
right
.
Good-bye
.
'LOUISE.
'
Daw
e
droppe
d
th
e
letter
,
covere
d
hi
s
fac
e
wit
h
hi
s
tremblin
g
hands
,
an
d
crie
d
ou
t
i
n
a
dee
p
vibratin
g
voice
:
'My
God,
why
hast
Thou
given
me
this
cup
to
drink?
Since
she
is
false,
then
let
Thy
Heaven's
fairest
gifts,
faith
and
love,
become
the

jesting
bywords
of
traitors
and
friends!'
Edito
r
Westbrook'
s
glasse
s
fel
l
t
o
th
e
floor
.
Th
e
 finger
s
o
f
on
e
han
d
fumble
d
wit
h
a
butto
n
o
n
hi
s
coa
t
a
s
h
e
blurte
d
betwee
n
hi
s

pal
e
lips
:

338
O
HENR
Y
-
10
0
SELECTE
D
STORIE
S
'Say,
Shack,
ain't
that
a
hell
of
a
note?
Wouldn't
 that
knock
you
off
your
perch,
Shack?
Ain't
it
hell,
now,
Shack
-
ain't
it?'
LIII
Past
One
at
Rooney's
ONL
Y
O
N
TH
E
LOWE
R
Eas
t
Sid
e
o
f
Ne
w
Yor
k
d
o
th
e
House
s
o
f
Capule
t
an
d
Montagu
e
survive
.
Ther
e
the
y
d
o
no
t
figh
t
b
y
th
e
boo
k
o
f
arithmetic
.
I
f
yo
u
bu
t
bit
e
you
r
thum
b
a
t
a
n
upholde
r
o
f
you
r
opposin
g
hous
e
yo
u
hav
e
wor
k
cu
t
ou
t
fo
r
you
r
steel
.
O
n
Broadwa
y
yo
u
ma
y
dra
g
you
r
ma
n
alon
g
a
doze
n
block
s
b
y
hi
s
nose
,
an
d
h
e
wil
l
onl
y
baw
l
fo
r
th
e
watch
;
bu
t
i
n
th
e
domai
n
o
f
th
e

Eas
t
Sid
e
Tybalt
s
an
d
Mercutio
s
yo
u
mus
t
observ
e
th
e
nicetie
s
o
f
deportmen
t
t
o
th
e
win
k
o
f
a
n
eyelas
h
an
d
t
o
a
n
inc
h
o
f
elbow
-
roo
m
a
t
th
e
ba
r
whe
n
it
s
patron
s
includ
e
 foe
s
o
f
you
r
hous
e
an
d

kin
.
So
,
whe
n
Eddi
e
McManus
,
know
n
t
o
th
e
Capulet
s
a
s
Cor
k
McManus
,
drifte
d
int
o
Dutc
h
Mike'
s
fo
r
a
stei
n
o
f
beer
,
an
d
cam
e
upo
n
a
 bunc
h
o
f
Montague
s
makin
g
merr
y
wit
h
th
e
suds
,
h
e
bega
n
t
o
observ
e
th
e
strictes
t
parliamentar
y
rules
.
Courtes
y
forbad
e
hi
s
leavin
g
th
e
saloo
n
wit
h
hi
s
thirs
t
unslaked
;
cautio
n
steere
d
hi
m
t
o
a
plac
e
a
t
th
e
ba
r
wher
e
th
e
mirro
r
supplie
d
th
e
cognizanc
e
o
f
th
e

enemy'
s
movement
s
tha
t
hi
s
indifferen
t
gaz
e
seeme
d
t
o
disdain
;

experienc
e
whispere
d
t
o
hi
m
tha
t
th
e
finge
r
o
f
troubl
e
woul
d
b
e
bus
y
amon
g
th
e
chatterin
g
stein
s
a
t
Dutc
h
Mike'
s
tha
t
night
.

Clos
e
b
y
hi
s
sid
e
dre
w
Bric
k
Cleary
,
hi
s
Mercutio
,
companio
n
o
f
hi
s
perambulations
.
Thu
s
the
y
stood
,
fou
r
o
f
th
e
Mulberr
y
Hil
l
Gan
g
an
d
tw
o
o
f
th
e
Dr
y
Doc
k
Gan
g
mindin
g
thei
r
P'
s
an
d
Q'
s
s
o

solicitousl
y
tha
t
Dutc
h
Mik
e
kep
t
on
e
ey
e
o
n
hi
s
customer
s
an
d

th
e
othe
r
o
n
a
n
ope
n
spac
e
beneat
h
hi
s
ba
r
i
n
whic
h
i
t
wa
s
hi
s

custo
m
t
o
see
k
safet
y
wheneve
r
th
e
ominou
s
politenes
s
o
f
th
e
riva
l

association
s
congeale
d
int
o
th
e
shape
s
o
f
bullet
s
an
d
col
d
steel
.
Bu
t
w
e
hav
e
no
t
t
o
d
o
wit
h
th
e
war
s
o
f
th
e
Mulberr
y
Hill
s
an
d
th
e
Dr
y
Docks
.
W
e
mus
t
t
o
 Rooney's
,
where
,
o
n
th
e
mos
t

blighte
d
dea
d
branc
h
o
f
th
e
tre
e
o
f
life
,
a
littl
e
pal
e
orchi
d
shal
l

bloom
.
Overstraine
d
etiquett
e
a
t
las
t
gav
e
way
.
I
t
i
s
no
t
know
n
 wh
o
firs
t
oversteppe
d
th
e
bound
s
o
f
punctilio
;
bu
t
th
e
consequence
s
wer
e
immediate
.
Buc
k
Malone
,
o
f
th
e
Mulberr
y
Hills
,
wit
h
a
Dewey-lik
e
swiftness
,
go
t
a
n
eight-inc
h
gu
n
swun
g
roun
d
fro
m
hi
s