- •Important in "local color" as they are racy in humor. Yet none of
- •1848, _Godey's Lady's Book_) and _Aunt Magwire's Account of the
- •Included in the present volume; others are _The Batson Cottage_
- •Influence on structure in the short story has been great, it is
- •14, 1832, Philadelphia _Saturday Courier_), _Ms. Found in a Bottle_
- •1854, Is given in this volume because it is a good humorous short
- •Ironsides_, _The Last Leaf_, _The Chambered Nautilus_ and _Homesick in
- •Instantly the night becomes resonant with the impassioned reply (the
- •1897), _Salomy Jane's Kiss_ (in _Stories in Light and Shadow_, 1898),
- •Into the twentieth century and Mary e. Wilkins Freeman (1862- ) is
- •In letters. American literature has always been strong in its "stray"
- •It has the advantage--is this not also an author's advantage?--of a
- •Introduction
- •Volume, _Short Sixes_, by permission of its publishers, Charles
- •Interesting "back to Nature" experiment at Westfield, Massachusetts.
- •Immediately after the sale. How much for them? Give them a start at
- •In the very wantonness of joy as he repaired to Delmonico's, and
- •It was near night when he arrived at the auction-room--his horse in a
- •Imp ab te wing, und te head-teuffel ab te wing. Te angel ab _not_ te
- •I gave the matter no further consideration, and at my usual hour
- •In the mud, took it suddenly into his head that his left shoulder
- •Implacable heart. The fates were again propitious for a brief period,
- •In grasping the end of a long guide-rope, which depended from a
- •Into a relaxation of the muscles, it was "in such a sort" as if he was
- •Inadmissible requisite for his place. The rest is more readily taken
- •Very well why the master did not undertake him on the spot.
- •Invigorated authority. Twice certified, who should dare doubt his
- •Improvement; and although at the end of the term he could not quite
- •Invention not new in the country, the harness of Mr. Kingsbury's
- •If he had been born within the shadow of the Tombs.
- •It suited his purposes, but for the untimely intrusion of the weaver's
- •Visitors, and that her servants had general orders to that effect. But
- •In the ladies' drawing-room, after dinner, the Morlands heard a
- •It out of his hand. "I'll use it to your full satisfaction."
- •It was only half past ten when Jane was in the midst of her piece. The
- •Inquired of the driver if he could not take them to Rutgers Place. The
- •Instruments in their hands.
- •It grew dark as we stood in the office talking, and taking our hats we
- •In truth, I have observed, down town, that the fact of your ancestors
- •I shall soon be gone, but I want to leave with you some memento of my
- •I saw strange sights when I looked at them through the glasses. If two
- •Itself against a stone. I wept, until my spectacles were dimmed for
- •I was constantly lost in a world, of which those companions were part,
- •Xerxes and his army tossing and glittering, rank upon rank, multitude
- •Into pets. Anger is an expensive luxury, in which only men of a
- •Into the safe, where his bills payable were hived, and the other into
- •I escaped from her arms, and ran home and seized the glasses and
- •Intelligent and successful. But when I looked at them through my
- •I did not feel as they felt who saw in all this, not only propriety,
- •Indifference to such homage, and had declared it was astonishing she
- •Vanity by haunting the apartment in which were stored the trophies of
- •Indeed, half bright enough. If one could only have been left to do his
- •I launched him by sending him to a meeting of the Enlightenment Board.
- •I ought to go to their exhibitions. But think, reader, of sitting
- •It happened; upon which Dennis had risen, and had said, "There has
- •Inherited from her father some shares in that enterprise, which is not
- •Very gligloglum, that is, that you were m-m-m-m-m." By gradually
- •I know, indeed, that public men of the highest rank have resorted to
- •Italian, Spanish, German and English began to take polish. Heavens!
- •Is chosen president of the Young Men's Library, there must be a
- •Instead of the metal. Children have bad habits in that way. The
- •Isaacs, to give him his due, shook his head. But the look was enough.
- •In his time, and well known in the business world, but lost his
- •In Tartary for establishing Insane Hospitals?"
- •Is that any reason why Mr. Webster's publishers should hitch one on in
- •Immediately asked, "Why is Douglas like the earth?"
- •Venerable gentleman with flowing locks, who was propounding questions
- •Italy?" asked the Patriarch.
- •I had to laugh.
- •It; why, if there was two birds setting on a fence, he would bet you
- •I'll risk forty dollars that he can outjump any frog in Calaveras
- •Idea what the matter was, of course.
- •If he don't weigh five pounds!" and turned him upside down and he
- •It was a queer figure that crept along the road that cheery May
- •Invigorating motion, bent only on making the air ring with the lines
- •Interest was at one and a half per cent. For seven months, and a
- •Item of his memoranda would come to light, and thrusting his hand into
- •It was from sheer good-nature only that Elder Brown replied, with his
- •Infernal ole fool 'sulted me, an' I lef' him to walk home."
- •Into the saloon and to the bar. The reaction was too much for his
- •Is due to pure veracity I will. On as many as three different
- •In her hand. Such uncommon conduct in a woman like Mrs. Pink Fluker of
- •I've said freckwent, a _very_ fa'r house. I let them infloonces go to
- •It? Jes' so. Twenty-five breakfasts at a quarter makes six an' a
- •I was not surprised when, after breakfast, my wife invited the Bredes
- •I went up to my wife's room.
- •It was a pretty, delicate, dainty dress, a graceful, narrow-striped
- •In a broad, uneven band, bright in the morning sun.
- •Visited the other in his country home.
- •Very fond of horses and always drove himself, while Buller was more
- •Very much.
- •Is that I hear? Is that a train?"
- •In a husky voice. "Thomas, the water is over my shoes!"
- •Instinctively he clutched Buller.
- •I'll have you in a dry suit of clothes in less than fifteen minutes."
- •Informed that he might have to wait for an hour or more. This did not
- •It didn't throw me out."
- •If the Colonel had been surprised before, he was now really startled,
- •In a jury.
- •I want to know first is, kin you take the case?"
- •It all the easier for you," said the young woman.
- •Illuminated, in that single glance. And when the eyelids fell again,
- •In regard to the distinct promise of marriage--was there--er--no
- •Voice, "what you mean by what you call 'my attentions' to--any one--or
- •Indiscretion committed in behalf of a lady--my--er--client."
- •Inspiration and a prophecy.
- •In her smile. She dragged her chair nearer his desk. "Then you'll
- •Injin! And when you rolled it all off at the end--never missing a
- •If that act had condoned for his first omissions and awkwardness, he
- •It was therefore not remarkable that the courthouse three weeks later
- •Vaguely, in this bizarre figure, something of an honored past in their
- •It." After a pause he added, addressing the Colonel, who remained
- •It was his duty to tell them that this was not one of those ordinary
- •Venus--and the inspired writings themselves were used as the medium of
- •In their memory by the knowledge that the defendant was capable of
- •In the republic low enough to represent its value.
- •Inordinate weakness of the flesh, with shameless hypocrisy underscores
- •Inamorata--but a number of flagons or vessels, each possibly holding
- •Voice had the unmistakable Western-American ring in it, as of one who
- •Voice was heard saying, "We rest here, your Honor," and he sat down.
- •It was not long before the two were like old chums. The Major set
- •Invitations went for fifty miles around; the occasional feuds with the
- •It was a fascination to Hargraves to watch him make it. He took rank
- •It on the table.
- •Individual. The way the audience caught on shows that. Half the
- •I would consider your insulting offer of a financial adjustment of the
- •Volcanically.
- •It is marvelous how much one can see out of the corner of the eye,
- •Is quite a draught from that broken window."
- •Impatiently.
- •In the confusion of rescuing the fluffery, the owner of the suitcase
- •Vinegar and wormwood to Mrs. Ellsworth, and she gazed after the
- •In nutmegs and chicory. No task seemed impossible. He walked in to see
- •Insisted, gathering up her armload of branches. "I couldn't think of
- •In spite of the sly smile that he had permitted to himself, he was
- •It, and never the suspicion of a smile deepened the dimple in the
- •Van Kamp.
- •I've had a big pot o' stewed chicken ready on the stove fer two mortal
- •Veil the all-too-brilliant polish of his cowhide shoes. Also the
- •Intelligently. He could do that.
- •I'm here. What's likely to happen after we get rid of the card?"
- •It was characteristic that the freckled boy remained standing. He
- •Into the shadows of the big hall: "You Babe! Go put two extra plates
- •If your mothers let you eat all you want, say so, and I don't care;
- •Intention with result became village talk? Ross bit fiercely upon an
- •Interest. Which one that management might become was a matter of
- •Its heels in the face of the best that Squire Hopkins drove. In his
- •It was nip and tuck, the deacon encouraging his horse and the widow
- •It possible for him to win. The deacon shivered as he thought of it,
- •Indian River in search of various fish. On days when fish had been
- •Imagination, others charming by their number and crispness--the
- •Inner coast of Florida which Gideon knew best, which was home.
- •Inherent in the negro. He gave one regretful thought to the gorgeous
- •In his head. But for the most part his broad black face was turned up
- •It was as excruciatingly funny as it had ever been, when his boat
- •Ingenerate familiars of his wild, forgotten blood. He groaned aloud in
- •Inclining her head coquettishly; but it evidently meant nothing to
- •Vashti rose to her feet with a sigh.
- •In this sudden act of violence. He was aglow with happiness; he was
- •Vashti's sobbing had grown small and ceased; he wondered if she had
- •International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
I went up to my wife's room.
"Don't you think it's queer?" she asked me.
"I think I'll have a talk with that young man to-night," I said, "and
see if he can give some account of himself."
"But, my dear," my wife said, gravely, "_she_ doesn't know whether
they've had the measles or not."
"Why, Great Scott!" I exclaimed, "they must have had them when they
were children."
"Please don't be stupid," said my wife. "I meant _their_ children."
After dinner that night--or rather, after supper, for we had dinner in
the middle of the day at Jacobus's--I walked down the long verandah to
ask Brede, who was placidly smoking at the other end, to accompany me
on a twilight stroll. Half way down I met Major Halkit.
"That friend of yours," he said, indicating the unconscious figure at
the further end of the house, "seems to be a queer sort of a Dick. He
told me that he was out of business, and just looking round for a
chance to invest his capital. And I've been telling him what an
everlasting big show he had to take stock in the Capitoline Trust
Company--starts next month--four million capital--I told you all about
it. 'Oh, well,' he says, 'let's wait and think about it.' 'Wait!' says
I, 'the Capitoline Trust Company won't wait for _you_, my boy. This is
letting you in on the ground floor,' says I, 'and it's now or never.'
'Oh, let it wait,' says he. I don't know what's in-_to_ the man."
"I don't know how well he knows his own business, Major," I said as I
started again for Brede's end of the veranda. But I was troubled none
the less. The Major could not have influenced the sale of one share of
stock in the Capitoline Company. But that stock was a great
investment; a rare chance for a purchaser with a few thousand dollars.
Perhaps it was no more remarkable that Brede should not invest than
that I should not--and yet, it seemed to add one circumstance more to
the other suspicious circumstances.
* * * * *
When I went upstairs that evening, I found my wife putting her hair to
bed--I don't know how I can better describe an operation familiar to
every married man. I waited until the last tress was coiled up, and
then I spoke:
"I've talked with Brede," I said, "and I didn't have to catechize him.
He seemed to feel that some sort of explanation was looked for, and he
was very outspoken. You were right about the children--that is, I must
have misunderstood him. There are only two. But the Matterhorn episode
was simple enough. He didn't realize how dangerous it was until he had
got so far into it that he couldn't back out; and he didn't tell her,
because he'd left her here, you see, and under the circumstances----"
"Left her here!" cried my wife. "I've been sitting with her the whole
afternoon, sewing, and she told me that he left her at Geneva, and
came back and took her to Basle, and the baby was born there--now I'm
sure, dear, because I asked her."
"Perhaps I was mistaken when I thought he said she was on this side of
the water," I suggested, with bitter, biting irony.
"You poor dear, did I abuse you?" said my wife. "But, do you know,
Mrs. Tabb said that _she_ didn't know how many lumps of sugar he took
in his coffee. Now that seems queer, doesn't it?"
It did. It was a small thing. But it looked queer, Very queer.
* * * * *
The next morning, it was clear that war was declared against the
Bredes. They came down to breakfast somewhat late, and, as soon as
they arrived, the Biggleses swooped up the last fragments that
remained on their plates, and made a stately march out of the
dining-room, Then Miss Hoogencamp arose and departed, leaving a whole
fish-ball on her plate. Even as Atalanta might have dropped an apple
behind her to tempt her pursuer to check his speed, so Miss Hoogencamp
left that fish-ball behind her, and between her maiden self and
contamination.
We had finished our breakfast, my wife and I, before the Bredes
appeared. We talked it over, and agreed that we were glad that we had
not been obliged to take sides upon such insufficient testimony.
After breakfast, it was the custom of the male half of the Jacobus
household to go around the corner of the building and smoke their
pipes and cigars where they would not annoy the ladies. We sat under a
trellis covered with a grapevine that had borne no grapes in the
memory of man. This vine, however, bore leaves, and these, on that
pleasant summer morning, shielded from us two persons who were in
earnest conversation in the straggling, half-dead flower-garden at the
side of the house.
"I don't want," we heard Mr. Jacobus say, "to enter in no man's
_pry_-vacy; but I do want to know who it may be, like, that I hev in
my house. Now what I ask of _you_, and I don't want you to take it as
in no ways _personal_, is--hev you your merridge-license with you?"
"No," we heard the voice of Mr. Brede reply. "Have you yours?"
I think it was a chance shot; but it told all the same. The Major (he
was a widower) and Mr. Biggle and I looked at each other; and Mr.
Jacobus, on the other side of the grape-trellis, looked at--I don't
know what--and was as silent as we were.
Where is _your_ marriage-license, married reader? Do you know? Four
men, not including Mr. Brede, stood or sat on one side or the other of
that grape-trellis, and not one of them knew where his
marriage-license was. Each of us had had one--the Major had had three.
But where were they? Where is _yours?_ Tucked in your best-man's
pocket; deposited in his desk--or washed to a pulp in his white
waistcoat (if white waistcoats be the fashion of the hour), washed out
of existence--can you tell where it is? Can you--unless you are one of
those people who frame that interesting document and hang it upon
their drawing-room walls?
Mr. Brede's voice arose, after an awful stillness of what seemed like
five minutes, and was, probably, thirty seconds:
"Mr. Jacobus, will you make out your bill at once, and let me pay it?
I shall leave by the six o'clock train. And will you also send the
wagon for my trunks?"
"I hain't said I wanted to hev ye leave----" began Mr. Jacobus; but
Brede cut him short.
"Bring me your bill."
"But," remonstrated Jacobus, "ef ye ain't----"
"Bring me your bill!" said Mr. Brede.
* * * * *
My wife and I went out for our morning's walk. But it seemed to us,
when we looked at "our view," as if we could only see those invisible
villages of which Brede had told us--that other side of the ridges and
rises of which we catch no glimpse from lofty hills or from the
heights of human self-esteem. We meant to stay out until the Bredes
had taken their departure; but we returned just in time to see Pete,
the Jacobus darkey, the blacker of boots, the brasher of coats, the
general handy-man of the house, loading the Brede trunks on the
Jacobus wagon.
And, as we stepped upon the verandah, down came Mrs. Brede, leaning on
Mr. Brede's arm, as though she were ill; and it was clear that she had
been crying. There were heavy rings about her pretty black eyes.
My wife took a step toward her.
"Look at that dress, dear," she whispered; "she never thought anything
like this was going to happen when she put _that_ on."