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Bolanyo

Chapter 8 THE STATE TREASURER.

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ck up many a jest by the roadside. I caught the song of an old man who stood near the turnpike, trimming a young orchard; and the laughter of a child that was ro

use is that over y

've got room to swing round in, and that's worth everything. Lumber dealer came one day and wanted to know what I'd take for those walnuts. I told him that I'd take human life if

known her a mile away. Her gracefulness was so original that she must have been unconscious of its effect. The soft climate of the South had touched her with its ease, but she seemed eve

at passed through my mind; and I did not realize that I had giv

s of the State gives him about all he can look after. Hell

The Senator introduced us, with heartiness and a flourish, and the moment I took Estell's hand I knew that from his lofty position among the money bags of the State he could not look down and find an interest in me. His nature was financial, his instincts commercial; and I can say with truth that commerce embodied in a s

thout delay to the dining-room where dinner was waiting. The Estells sat opposite the Senator

easant drive," Mrs

w of the town, saw the old f

ever notice how dear stupid people are? They are sometimes our dearest ones. I su

ething that sounded like that amount, but he droppe

. But you are

ying to get at an exact amount,

, Mr. Belford and I have entered into a business arrangeme

, I thought. "You mean that you are going to share losses,"

Senator spoke up. "We know ho

manager's elephant, and in this case I don't know but we might

e in silence. The subject was permitted to fall, but it was taken up a

said the State Treasurer, resting his head on th

ator replied. "That is, I'm n

dmitted Estell; "but it's a new l

the Senator was quick to retort. "It's s

g to a dog in the hall, and I listened with pleasure,

re will be a very busy one, I am i

part of a new session is generally taken up with the w

eye, when he withdrew his gaze from the ceiling, directed it at me and said that he was glad to see me so far advanced toward recovery. It was a m

else to say, "that you find your occup

mpt. I am quite sure that, if he did no

play," he replied, and turning to the Senator

laimed. "You don't me

o-old Dan

y, I met his wife one day about three years ago and she told me that Dan was dying,

to get five dollars from me, and said if I'

ncing lessons. And just at that moment she entered the room, a great dog following her. At the door she turned about to drive hi

ell back with a laugh so full of contagion that I caught it before I had time to strengthen my gravity with

r to behave himself," s

ked like a man who longed for rest, but who had almost despaired of finding it. "Florence," he spoke up, opening his eyes and sl

n find them," she replied; and hastening out, sh

have about worn yourself out.

haven't

ever introduced as an economy. Did

sometimes t

the infernal office?

give up your in

at the measures that owe their origin to me. Tom, it's all right to be tired, but it's dangerous to trample on common sense. Why don't I give up my office, indeed! Now what could have

ght to give it up," Estell replied, opening his eyes, but

s is not one of them. I make no objection to fair and honorable criticism, Sir; you know that. I grant every man the right to pass upon my acts in office-in office, u

w to be exact, I haven't heard anybo

d his good name. "But, Tom, you really need rest. Oh, of course, I don't mean that you should give up public life. No, Sir," he went on, looking at me, "when a man has once been a servant of the people, he is never satisfied to fall back among the powerless 'masters.' And

limp. I did not catch the words she uttered first, but these I heard and always shall remember: "And perhaps he has a wife who wor

clapped his hands and so did I, but Estell neither moved nor opened his eyes until he heard t

m across my knees, sprang back and with mock tragedy cried, "Defend yourself." But before I could get out of my astonishment to say a word, and as the dull eyes of her husban

vaguely conscious that I was on the face of the earth, "the Senator had no son; and that explains why he made a tomboy of his daughter."

on the wall. "That's all right, but her tomboyishness has made her decidedly human, and, Sir," he added, as the young woma

red, rousing up. "You could have studied longe

, standing with her hands res

Belford, where are you from, Sir? I ta

to this country when a boy. And among Americans I sometimes assert that I'm

orators. We've had men, Sir, that could make you laugh at your own sorrow and then compel you to look with grief upon your own laughter. But they are gone, Sir." He got up and stood with one hand thrust into his bosom. "They are gone, and the world will never look upon their like again. Why, Sir, Prentiss, with his oration on starving Ireland, made

do about it, heigho?" he yawned. "You people may discuss th

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“This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1897. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XL THE CHARM OF AN OLD TOWN. THE spiritual atmosphere of Bolanyo was like the charm of an old book that we prize only for the almost secret art of its expression, an art too ethereal to be caught and inspected. Sometimes it was drowsy, with all the dreamy laziness of a hamlet in the south of Spain, but there were days when it seemed to rebel against its own ease and unconcern, when a sense of Americanism asserted itself to demand a share in the bustling affairs of noisy commerce. Court day was a time of special activity. It was then that the local market felt a stimulating thrill. My window looked out upon the public square, a macadamized space, white and dazzling in the sun. Sometimes the scene was busy and interesting in variety; wagons loaded with hay still fragrant of the meadow; a brisk horse trotted up and down in front of an auctioneer; negroes with live chickens tied in bunches; a drunken man making a speech on the wretched condition of the country; a \"fakir\" on the corner selling a soap that would remove a stain from even a tarnished reputation. Life along the levee was ever interesting to me, for it was there that I could study the slowly vanishing type of boatmen, once so distinctive as to threaten the coming of a new and haughty aristocracy. Singing the song of long ago, with their eyes fixed upon the river, the old negroes stumbled over the railway track that a new progress had thrown across their domain. Great red warehouses 'were falling into decay, and rank weeds were growing in the bow of a half-submerged steamer that years ago had won a great race on the river. Everywhere lay the rotting ends and broken ravelings of the past, but nowhere, not even in the oddest corner, could there be found the thread of a hope for the future. The busine...”
1 Chapter 1 ON THE RIVER.2 Chapter 2 IN THE AIR.3 Chapter 3 THE BLACK GIANT.4 Chapter 4 THE SENATOR.5 Chapter 5 A MOMENT OF FORGIVENESS.6 Chapter 6 INTRODUCED TO MRS. ESTELL.7 Chapter 7 THE NOTORIOUS BUGG PETERS.8 Chapter 8 THE STATE TREASURER.9 Chapter 9 PUBLIC ENTERTAINERS.10 Chapter 10 MR. PETTICORD.11 Chapter 11 THE CHARM OF AN OLD TOWN.12 Chapter 12 A MATTER OF BUSINESS.13 Chapter 13 THE PLACE OF THE GOBLINS.14 Chapter 14 OLD JOE VARK.15 Chapter 15 OLD AUNT PATSEY.16 Chapter 16 THE PLAY.17 Chapter 17 A SLOW STEP ON THE STAIRS.18 Chapter 18 TO MEET THE MANAGER.19 Chapter 19 BURN THE JUNIPER.20 Chapter 20 GLEANING THE FIELD.21 Chapter 21 THE WORK OF A SCOUNDREL.22 Chapter 22 IN THE THICKET.23 Chapter 23 THE RINGING OF THE BELL.24 Chapter 24 MAGNOLIA LAND.25 Chapter 25 DOWN A DARK ALLEY.26 Chapter 26 CONCLUSION-IN THE GARDEN.