The Vanity of Human Wishes (1749) and Two Rambler papers (1750)

ld be detached and concealed. Inserted between his nether and outer shirts were two gilt "Directions to Travelers" which clung like mustard plasters to his back, while a jagged tin sign, wrench

erched on a heap of trunks, clutching a broken dress-suit

ing a check labeled Baltimore to a trunk bound for Jersey City, was absolutely convincing. But from the limit whence the cherub continueth not the imp began. His collar was crumpled and smutty with the descent of many signs, a salmon-pink necktie had quarreled with a lavender shirt and retreated toward o

emendous success, for it had ended in a frank confession on Miss Wandell's part that he

unk-checks the stage for Lawrenceville plodded

ing Life, bound for Law

erly pushing ahead of

d the driver, lookin

the fir

t ho

will be good

tuck in

into the seat next to him, "just to look over th

at the only other passenger, a man of consular moul

er impressively; "I've driven real coaches, sixtee

of Trenton, gave them the rein on the long highway that leads

' to have a great time at this little backw

I'm fre

ughtfully. "Why, fresh

n take care

ou for?" said Jimmy,

ired me?" said S

" said Jimmy, disda

hesitating a moment-"they fire

on't s

apidly. "I'd 'a' done for him, too, th

from the passenger behind wh

dreadful state of aff

-everything red," said

Hopkins, alias Lucius Cassius, alias The Roman, mast

ted my-my

r mo

id Stover in a stage

s stopped, genuinely perplex

," said The Roman, hesitati

ling with the delight of authorship.

re was always the possibility

e to save yours, eh?"

ort of thing," said Stover, remembering something in Di

with a return of confidence;

ring the distant woods; "bu

m with wonder. "Painful memories-of course, o

d and looked The Roman haughtily in the face, th

e old buc

eived an electric shock; then, biting his lips,

ck and forth eve

t fields of sprouting things, with the warm scent of ne

deways from the coach and remained suspe

ng the coach to a stop with a je

reapp

ere are any f

you?" said Jim

freeing his belt and unbuttoning his vest. In a moment, by a series of

them-penal offense, my boy. The tin one was easier, but it's a beaut. 'No loitering on these premises.' Cast your eye over

ne, eh?" s

te extraordin

o silver nickel-plated knobs ravished from the washbasin. "'Pull

ned them and ha

er-rather slow at th

put ginger

dee

Sport?" said Stover, examining

man with a slight je

s

went behind, ostensibly to

fter a moment's contemplation of Jimmy's

will, w

s hav

nod, transferred the reins and whip to Stover, who immedi

t get the spee

on't

aw

ng the brink of a hill, with a

e call a man who uses a brake a candy dude. The

ed leap. The coach rose and rocked, narrowly missing overturning in its sudden headlong course. Jimmy clamped on the brakes, snatched the reins and brought the plunging team to a stop after nar

ht, let

o do, you young anarchist?" cried

ows?" said Stover in disgust. "Why, in

"Guess you never drove anything that

ouraged, disdained to repl

tover wrapped himself in a majestic silence. Despite himself, the mystery of the discoverer was upo

you got here?" he sai

four hu

ch as

ur

fel

zab

w b

ndred-p

we see th

f next

e corner of his eye, interest

tball team did they

the Princet

You don't

t to

t Hea

ame the

Stover, who was not deficient in historical

a wi

hip. "There it is, over there-yo

impse of red brick through the trees, a touch of brownstone, a water tower in sharp outline against

isn't it?" he said, s

the thousandth time, shook h

hundred laggards across the budding campus to hard seats and blackboar

Stover, rebelling al

it," sai

nds, his elbows on his knees, gazin

re's the Gr

your left-

tone, block-

u w

not on th

a warm bunch of Indians all the same." Then, remembering the Wild-Western methods

with a knowing air. "I may b

hed back for the battle-scarred valise, to perceive t

Stover, who had mentally ticketed him as a

with a twitch to his lip. "N

t's

et disco

wax, put this in your pipe and smoke it-I'm going to own

the heavy boughs of evergreens, was a two-story building of stone, and

walk, clutching a broken-down bag ridiculously mended with strings, face to face with the t