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The Long-lost Uncle The Long-lost Uncle

The Long-lost Uncle
On a recent visit to the Five Towns I was sitting with my old schoolmaster, who, by the way, is much younger than I am after all, in the bow window of a house overlooking that great thoroughfare, Trafalgar Road, Bursley, when a pretty woman of twenty-eight or so passed down the street. Now the Five Towns contains more pretty women to the square mile than any other district in England (and this statement I am prepared to support by either sword or pistol). But do you suppose that the frequency of pretty women in Hanbridge, Bursley, Knype, Longshaw and Turnhill... Short Stories - Post by : john_kennedy - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 3221

The Cat And Cupid The Cat And Cupid

The Cat And Cupid
IThe secret history of the Ebag marriage is now printed for the first time. The Ebag family, who prefer their name to be accented on the first syllable, once almost ruled Oldcastle, which is a clean and conceited borough, with long historical traditions, on the very edge of the industrial, democratic and unclean Five Towns. The Ebag family still lives in the grateful memory of Oldcastle, for no family ever did more to preserve the celebrated Oldcastilian superiority in social, moral and religious matters over the vulgar Five Towns. The episodes leading to the Ebag marriage could only have happened in... Short Stories - Post by : siddielou - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 1663

The Widow Of The Balcony The Widow Of The Balcony

The Widow Of The Balcony
IThey stood at the window of her boudoir in the new house which Stephen Cheswardine had recently bought at Sneyd. The stars were pursuing their orbits overhead in a clear dark velvet sky, except to the north the industrial fires and smoke of the Five Towns had completely put them out. But even these distant signs of rude labour had a romantic aspect, and did not impair the general romance of the scene. Charlie had loved her; he loved her still; and she gave him odd minutes of herself when she could, just to keep him alive. Moreover, there was... Short Stories - Post by : Schlomo - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 966

Catching The Train Catching The Train

Catching The Train
IArthur Cotterill awoke. It was not exactly with a start that he awoke, but rather with a swift premonition of woe and disaster. The strong, bright glare from the patent incandescent street lamp outside, which the lavish Corporation of Bursley kept burning at the full till long after dawn in winter, illuminated the room (through the green blind) almost as well as it illuminated Trafalgar Road. He clearly distinguished every line of the form of his brother Simeon, fast and double-locked in sleep in the next bed. He saw also the open trunk by the dressing-table in front of the window.... Short Stories - Post by : Starman - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 2594

Three Episodes In The Life Of Mr Cowlishaw, Dentist Three Episodes In The Life Of Mr Cowlishaw, Dentist

Three Episodes In The Life Of Mr Cowlishaw, Dentist
I They all happened on the same day. And that day was a Saturday, the red Saturday on which, in the unforgettable football match between Tottenham Hotspur and the Hanbridge F.C. (formed regardless of expense in the matter of professionals to take the place of the bankrupt Knype F.C.), the referee would certainly have been murdered had not a Five Towns crowd observed its usual miraculous self-restraint.Mr Cowlishaw--aged twenty-four, a fair-haired bachelor with a weak moustache--had bought the practice of the retired Mr Rapper, a dentist of the very old school. He was not a native of the Five Towns. He came... Short Stories - Post by : janderson - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 1827

Under The Clock Under The Clock

Under The Clock
IIt was one of those swift and violent marriages which occur when the interested parties are so severely wounded by the arrow of love that only immediate and constant mutual nursing will save them from a fatal issue. (So they think.) Hence when Annie came from Sneyd to inhabit the house in Birches Street, Hanbridge, which William Henry Brachett had furnished for her, she really knew very little of William Henry save that he was intensely lovable, and that she was intensely in love with him. Their acquaintance extended over three months; And she knew equally little of the manners and... Short Stories - Post by : Imagineer - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 1886

The Heroism Of Thomas Chadwick The Heroism Of Thomas Chadwick

The Heroism Of Thomas Chadwick
I"Have you heard about Tommy Chadwick?" one gossip asked another in Bursley."No.""He's a tram-conductor now."This information occasioned surprise, as it was meant to do, the expression on the faces of both gossips indicating a pleasant curiosity as to what Tommy Chadwick would be doing next.Thomas Chadwick was a "character" in the Five Towns, and of a somewhat unusual sort. "Characters" in the Five Towns are generally either very grim or very jolly, either exceptionally shrewd or exceptionally simple; and they nearly always, in their outward aspect, depart from the conventional. Chadwick was not thus. Aged fifty or so, he was a... Short Stories - Post by : majorian - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 3174

Jock-at-a-venture Jock-at-a-venture

Jock-at-a-venture
IAll this happened at a Martinmas Fair in Bursley, long ago in the fifties, when everybody throughout the Five Towns pronounced Bursley "Bosley" as a matter of course; in the tedious and tragic old times, before it had been discovered that hell was a myth, and before the invention of pleasure or even of half-holidays. Martinmas was in those days a very important moment in the annual life of the town, for it was at Martinmas that potters' wages were fixed for twelve months ahead, and potters hired themselves out for that term at the best rate they could get. Even... Short Stories - Post by : midwayusa - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 1681

The Letter And The Lie The Letter And The Lie

The Letter And The Lie
IAs he hurried from his brougham through the sombre hall to his study, leaving his secretary far in the rear, he had already composed the first sentence of his address to the United Chambers of Commerce of the Five Towns; his mind was full of it; he sat down at once to his vast desk, impatient to begin dictating. Then it was that he perceived the letter, lodged prominently against the gold and onyx inkstand given to him on his marriage by the Prince and Princess of Wales. The envelope was imperfectly fastened, or not fastened at all, and the flap... Short Stories - Post by : johannes - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 2474

The Supreme Illusion The Supreme Illusion

The Supreme Illusion
IPerhaps it was because I was in a state of excited annoyance that I did not recognize him until he came right across the large hall of the hotel and put his hand on my shoulder.I had arrived in Paris that afternoon, and driven to that nice, reasonable little hotel which we all know, and whose name we all give in confidence to all our friends; and there was no room in that hotel. Nor in seven other haughtily-managed hotels that I visited! A kind of archduke, who guarded the last of the seven against possible customers, deigned to inform me... Short Stories - Post by : neonsight - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 2498

The Matador Of The Five Towns The Matador Of The Five Towns

The Matador Of The Five Towns
IMrs Brindeley looked across the lunch-table at her husband with glinting, eager eyes, which showed that there was something unusual in the brain behind them."Bob," she said, factitiously calm. "You don't know what I've just remembered!""Well?" said he."It's only grandma's birthday to-day!"My friend Robert Brindley, the architect, struck the table with a violent fist, making his little boys blink, and then he said quietly:"_The_ deuce!"I gathered that grandmamma's birthday had been forgotten and that it was not a festival that could be neglected with impunity. Both Mr and Mrs Brindley had evidently a humorous appreciation of crises, contretemps, and those collisions... Short Stories - Post by : MelBalingit - Date : January 2011 - Author : Arnold Bennett - Read : 1738