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Bolanyo

Chapter 10 MR. PETTICORD.

Word Count: 2381    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

of me a serious and majestic chant, the tune of Old Hundred, to express a deep sense of my responsibility-a mere fancy, of course; but as a matter of fact, he did seem to believe that we ought t

raid of ghosts. It has a peculiar smell; and one thing about it is, that all the people on the stage seem to be foreigners, it makes no differen

and America," I replied. "Our race cannot associate art and relig

nd some of their idols were works of art, but there was no true religion i

de bold to ask if there was going to be a show. The Senator answered him. "Yes, there is, my little m

Var

aker down stairs. W

e it and the first thing you know the loafers about town will begin to call you by your first name. That kills a man if he's in any sort of public life. Why, Sir, if I had let those fellows call me Giles, I couldn't have remained in the Senate more than one term; would have killed me, Sir, as dead as a door nail. In this human family a man thinks more of you in the long run if you compel him to bow to you than if you permit him to put his arm on your shoulder. Our natures respect exclusiveness. We may make f

I want to than

y, I want you to come out to the house as often as you can conveniently. Ju

which I could walk in meditation upon my play; and that piece of work was uppermost in my mind. It was my hope to exist as a manager until I could pip the shell as a dramatist-selfish, I confess; and

t and that sufficient time had not elapsed for it to cool. I invited him in; and, stepping forward, he handed me a card on which in black type and with heavy impression was printed the

. Glad to meet you," I a

d, seating himself.

a cigar, he said "Thanks," crossed his legs and

like our tow

place,"

iled. Tough, I tell you, but we'll come out all right. Just heard of your deal. Ought to make the thing pay,

iend," I answered,

ways was a sort of

man, if that's

" he drawled. "

ow one of the most

not throwing anything over his shoulder this year,

ing a thing over one's shoulder was

e it that you know what I mean," he replied. "I mean tha

im hard, but, in the vernacular of t

Well, it's all right. Glad he ain't interested financiall

if he did it doe

business of mine excep

ncern the public is

nued: "Thought I'd step over and see if I could get an ad from you. Do all my own work in that line; do all the editorials and write most of the loc

"but just at present there could be no object in it.

g the change of management. The peopl

very fact make it a pie

nt news for nothing. I'm not printing news for my health

his good opinion in the hope of securing his silence, for I knew that there must be war, and perhaps a complete change of geographical lines, so far as I was concerned, if the newspaper should

f his mouth and letting it fall where it migh

ee more of you when

Haven't got a cut o

don't car

hes the women, and I want to tell you that unless you c

n in stepped old Zack Mason, the steamboat pilot. "Hah, united we stood and divided we went up!" he cried, grasping my hand. "How are you?-first-rate, I know. Oh, this climate will bring a man out of the kinks if he isn't killed instan

brother had left me that day when you were snatched out of my hand. Said to myself, as I flew through the air, 'he's got a little bit the start of me and I don't believe I'll ever see him again.' And last night, when I got home and heard you were around all right, I went straight over to old Jim Bradley's and swallowed a drink

e showed such a keenness to get at me again that I had t

ot to have a little fun as I go along. Eat, drink and be merry, for to-morrow you may be blowed up. And we'll see old Joe Vark over there. Joe's got a shoeshop right down here-best shoemaker that ever pounded the hide of a steer-works till he gets ready to have fun, and then he whoops it up. He's smarter th

nything; it would fit me like a glove; but I can't. I've had to qu

put a man off on a spree. It's a fact. It would take a man two we

I can

Met the Senator just now and he told me. He's another man that can't drink. I can drink and I can let it alone-that is, I know I can drink, and I think I can let it alone. Well," he said,

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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.