Название: The End of the World
Автор: Eggleston Edward
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 4057664615664
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ILLUSTRATIONS.
BY FRANK BEARD
The Backwoods Philosopher |
Taking an Observation |
A Talk with a Plowman |
A little rustle brought her to consciousness |
Gottlieb |
The Castle |
The Sedilium at the Castle |
"Look at me" |
"Don't be oncharitable, Jonas" |
The Hawk |
"Tell that to Jule" |
Tempted |
"Now I hate you" |
At Cynthy's Door |
Cynthy Ann had often said in class-meeting that temptations abounded on every hand |
Jonas |
Julia sat down in mortification |
"Good-by!" |
The Mother's Blessing |
Corn-Sweats and Calamus |
"Fire! Murder! Help!" |
Norman Anderson |
Somethin' Ludikerous |
To the Rescue |
A Nice Little Game |
The Mud-Clerk |
Waking up an Ugly Customer |
Cynthy Ann's Sacrifice |
A Pastoral Visit |
Brother Goshorn |
"Say them words over again" |
"I want to buy your place" |
THE END OF THE WORLD.
CHAPTER I.
IN LOVE WITH A DUTCHMAN.
"I don't believe that you'd care a cent if she did marry a Dutchman! She might as well as to marry some white folks I know."
Samuel Anderson made no reply. It would be of no use to reply. Shrews are tamed only by silence. Anderson had long since learned that the little shred of influence which remained to him in his own house would disappear whenever his teeth were no longer able to shut his tongue securely in. So now, when his wife poured out this hot lava of argumentum ad hominem, he closed the teeth down in a dead-lock way over the tongue, and compressed the lips tightly over the teeth, and shut his finger-nails into his work-hardened palms. And then, distrusting all these precautions, fearing lest he should be unable to hold on to his temper even with this grip, the little man strode out of the house with his wife's shrill voice in his ears.
Mrs. Anderson had good reason to fear that her daughter was in love with a "Dutchman," as she phrased it in her contempt. The few Germans who had penetrated to the West at that time were looked upon with hardly more favor than the Californians feel for the almond-eyed Chinaman. They were foreigners, who would talk gibberish instead of the plain English which everybody could understand, and they were not yet civilized enough to like the yellow saleratus-biscuit and the "salt-rising" bread of which their neighbors were so fond. Reason enough to hate them!
Only half an hour before this outburst of Mrs. Anderson's, she had set a trap for her daughter Julia, and had fairly caught her.
"Jule! Jule! O Jul-y-e-ee!" she had called.
And Julia, who was down in the garden hoeing a bed in which she meant to plant some "Johnny-Jump-ups," came quickly toward the house, though she know it would be of no use to come quickly. Let her come quickly, or let her come slowly, the rebuke was sure to greet her all the name.
"Why don't you come when you're called, I'd like to know! You're never in reach when you're wanted, and you're good for nothing when you are here!"
Julia Anderson's earliest lesson from her mother's lips had been that she was good for nothing. And every day and almost every hour since had brought her repeated assurances that she was good for nothing. If she had not been good for a great deal, she would long since have been good for nothing as the result of such teaching. But though this was not the first, nor the thousandth, nor the ten thousandth time that she had been told that she was good for nothing, the accustomed insult seemed to sting her now more than ever. Was it that, being almost eighteen, she was beginning to feel the woman blossoming in her nature? Or, was it that the tender words of August Wehle had made her sure that she was good for something, that now her heart felt her mother's insult to be a stale, selfish, ill-natured lie?
"Take this cup of tea over to Mrs. Malcolm's, and tell her that it a'n't СКАЧАТЬ