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In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 9. The Election In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 9. The Election

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 9. The Election
CHAPTER IX. THE ELECTIONIn the days following Quimbleton's coup Chuff was in seclusion. It was rumored that he was ill; it was rumored that the sounds of breaking furniture had been heard by the neighbors on Caraway Street. But at any rate the Bishop lived up to his word. Orders over his signature went to Congress, and vast sums of money were appropriated immediately for The establishment and maintenance of a national park with suitable buildings and appurtenances wherein might be maintained an elected individual in a state of freedom, with access to alcoholic beverages, in order that successive generations might... Long Stories - Post by : 1234Piano - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 2157

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 8. With Benefit Of Clergy In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 8. With Benefit Of Clergy

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 8. With Benefit Of Clergy
CHAPTER VIII. WITH BENEFIT OF CLERGYThrough the sullen streets of the terrorized city Miss Chuff, Quimbleton and Bleak proceeded toward the great building where the Pan-Antis had their headquarters. They had left Mrs. Bleak, the children and the horse at a quiet soda-fountain in the suburbs. After repeated application over the wireless telephone, the terrible Bishop--the Prohibishop, as Quimbleton called him--had agreed to grant them an audience, and had accorded them safe-conduct through the chuff troops. Even so, their progress was difficult. Every few hundred yards they were halted and subjected to curt inquiry. Men and women who had heard of... Long Stories - Post by : 1234Piano - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 836

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 7. The Decanterbury Pilgrims In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 7. The Decanterbury Pilgrims

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 7. The Decanterbury Pilgrims
CHAPTER VII. THE DECANTERBURY PILGRIMSThrough a dreary waste of devastated country a little group of refugees plodded in silence. All about them lay fields and orchards which had been torn and uprooted as though by some unbelievable whirlwind. At a watering trough along the road they halted, facing the sign: COMPULSORY DRINKING STATION Adults, 1 quart Children, 1 pint THIRST FORBIDDEN BETWEEN HERE AND THE NEXT STATIONUnder the eye of an armed chuff, who watched them suspiciously, the wretched wanderers drank the water in silence, but without enthusiasm. Then they shuffled... Long Stories - Post by : 1234Piano - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 1439

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 6. Departed Spirits In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 6. Departed Spirits

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 6. Departed Spirits
CHAPTER VI. DEPARTED SPIRITSIf Bishop Chuff desired to make people stop thinking about alcohol, his plan of seizing them and shutting them up in the grounds of the Federal Home at Cana was a quaint way of attaining this purpose. For all the victims, who had been suddenly arrested in the course of their daily concerns, accused (before a rum-head court martial) of harboring illicit alcoholic desires, and driven over to Cana in crowded motor-trucks, now had very little else to brood about. In the golden light and fragrance of a summer afternoon, here they were surrounded by all the apparatus... Long Stories - Post by : 1234Piano - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 3152

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 5. The Treachery Of Miss Chuff In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 5. The Treachery Of Miss Chuff

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 5. The Treachery Of Miss Chuff
CHAPTER V. THE TREACHERY OF MISS CHUFF"My story," said Miss Chuff, as the car slid along the road, "is rich in pathos. My father, as you can imagine, is an impossible man to live with. My poor mother was taken to an asylum years ago. Her malady takes a curious form: she is never violent, but spends all her time in poring over books, magazines and papers. Every time she finds the word HUSBAND in print she crosses it out with blue pencil. "From my earliest days I was accustomed to hear very little else but talk about liquor. The fairy... Long Stories - Post by : 1234Piano - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 1524

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 4. The Great War Begins In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 4. The Great War Begins

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 4. The Great War Begins
CHAPTER IV. THE GREAT WAR BEGINSAs the echoes of the parade died away, public excitement was roused to fever by the discovery that evening of an infernal machine in the City Hall. Leaning against one of the great marble pillars in the lobby of the building, a gleaming object (looking very much like a four-inch shrapnel shell) was found by a vigilant patrolman. To his horror he found it to be one of the much-dreaded thermos bottles. Experts from the Bureau of Rumbustibles were summoned, and the bomb was carefully analyzed. Much to the disappointment of the chief inspector, the devilish... Long Stories - Post by : Aslan - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 1264

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 3. Incident Of The Gooseberry Bombs In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 3. Incident Of The Gooseberry Bombs

In The Sweet Dry And Dry - Chapter 3. Incident Of The Gooseberry Bombs
CHAPTER III. INCIDENT OF THE GOOSEBERRY BOMBSThe day of the great parade dawned dazzling and clear, with every promise of heat. From the first blue of morning, while the streets were still cool and marble front steps moist from housemaids' sluicings, crowds of Bishop Chuff's marchers came pouring into the city. At the prearranged mobilization points bands were stationed to keep the throngs amused until the immense procession could be ranged in line, the press was terrific. Every trolley, every suburban train, every jitney, was crammed with the pan-antis, clad in white, carrying the buttons, ribbons and banners that had... Long Stories - Post by : Aslan - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 1002

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 15. Mr. Chapman Waves His Wand The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 15. Mr. Chapman Waves His Wand

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 15. Mr. Chapman Waves His Wand
Chapter XV. Mr. Chapman Waves His WandGissing Street will not soon forget the explosion at the Haunted Bookshop. When it was learned that the cellar of Weintraub's pharmacy contained just the information for which the Department of Justice had been looking for four years, and that the inoffensive German-American druggist had been the artisan of hundreds of incendiary bombs that had been placed on American and Allied shipping and in ammunition plants--and that this same Weintraub had committed suicide when arrested on Bromfield Street in Boston the next day--Gissing Street hummed with excitement. The Milwaukee Lunch did a roaring... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 1245

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 14. The 'Cromwell' Makes Its Last Appearance The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 14. The "Cromwell" Makes Its Last Appearance

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 14. The 'Cromwell' Makes Its Last Appearance
Chapter XIV. The "Cromwell" Makes its Last Appearance"You utter idiot," said Roger, half an hour later. "Why didn't you tell me all this sooner? Good Lord, man, there's some devil's work going on!" "How the deuce was I to know you knew nothing about it?" said Aubrey impatiently. "You'll grant everything pointed against you? When I saw that guy go into the shop with his own key, what could I think but that you were in league with him? Gracious, man, are you so befuddled in your old books that you don't see what's going on... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 1414

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 13. The Battle Of Ludlow Street The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 13. The Battle Of Ludlow Street

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 13. The Battle Of Ludlow Street
Chapter XIII. The Battle of Ludlow StreetRarely was a more genuine tribute paid to entrancing girlhood than when Aubrey compelled himself, by sheer force of will and the ticking of his subconscious time-sense, to wake at six o'clock the next morning. For this young man took sleep seriously and with a primitive zest. It was to him almost a religious function. As a minor poet has said, he "made sleep a career." But he did not know what train Roger might be taking, and he was determined not to miss him. By a quarter after six he... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 3003

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 12. Aubrey Determines To Give Service That's Different The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 12. Aubrey Determines To Give Service That's Different

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 12. Aubrey Determines To Give Service That's Different
Chapter XII. Aubrey Determines to give Service that's DifferentSeldom has a young man spent a more desolate afternoon than Aubrey on that Sunday. His only consolation was that twenty minutes after he had left the bookshop he saw a taxi drive up (he was then sitting gloomily at his bedroom window) and Titania enter it and drive away. He supposed that she had gone to join the party in Larchmont, and was glad to know that she was out of what he now called the war zone. For the first time on record, O. Henry failed to solace... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 3187

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 11. Titania Tries Reading In Bed The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 11. Titania Tries Reading In Bed

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 11. Titania Tries Reading In Bed
Chapter XI. Titania Tries Reading in BedAubrey, sitting at his window with the opera glasses, soon realized that he was blind weary. Even the exalted heroics of romance are not proof against fatigue, most potent enemy of all who do and dream. He had had a long day, coming after the skull-smiting of the night before; it was only the frosty air at the lifted sash that kept him at all awake. He had fallen into a half drowse when he heard footsteps coming down the opposite side of the street. He had forced himself awake several times... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 3509

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 10. Roger Raids The Ice-Box The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 10. Roger Raids The Ice-Box

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 10. Roger Raids The Ice-Box
Chapter X. Roger Raids the Ice-BoxRoger had just put Carlyle's Cromwell back in its proper place in the History alcove when Helen and Titania returned from the movies. Bock, who had been dozing under his master's chair, rose politely and wagged a deferential tail. "I do think Bock has the darlingest manners," said Titania. "Yes," said Helen, "it's really a marvel that his wagging muscles aren't all worn out, he has abused them so." "Well," said Roger, "did you have a good time?" "An adorable time!" cried Titania, with a face and voice so sparkling that two musty habitues of... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 2183

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 9. Again The Narrative Is Retarded The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 9. Again The Narrative Is Retarded

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 9. Again The Narrative Is Retarded
Chapter IX. Again the Narrative is RetardedRoger had spent a quiet evening in the bookshop. Sitting at his desk under a fog of tobacco, he had honestly intended to do some writing on the twelfth chapter of his great work on bookselling. This chapter was to be an (alas, entirely conjectural) "Address Delivered by a Bookseller on Being Conferred the Honorary Degree of Doctor of Letters by a Leading University," and it presented so many alluring possibilities that Roger's mind always wandered from the paper into entranced visions of his imagined scene. He loved to build up in... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 885

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 5. Aubrey Walks Part Way Home--And Rides The Rest Of The Way The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 5. Aubrey Walks Part Way Home--And Rides The Rest Of The Way

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 5. Aubrey Walks Part Way Home--And Rides The Rest Of The Way
Chapter V. Aubrey Walks Part Way Home--and Rides The Rest of the WayIt was a cold, clear night as Mr. Aubrey Gilbert left the Haunted Bookshop that evening, and set out to walk homeward. Without making a very conscious choice, he felt instinctively that it would be agreeable to walk back to Manhattan rather than permit the roaring disillusion of the subway to break in upon his meditations. It is to be feared that Aubrey would have badly flunked any quizzing on the chapters of Somebody's Luggage which the bookseller had read aloud. His mind was swimming rapidly in the... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 1267

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 4. The Disappearing Volume The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 4. The Disappearing Volume

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 4. The Disappearing Volume
Chapter IV. The Disappearing Volume"Well, my dear," said Roger after supper that evening, "I think perhaps we had better introduce Miss Titania to our custom of reading aloud." "Perhaps it would bore her?" said Helen. "You know it isn't everybody that likes being read to." "Oh, I should love it!" exclaimed Titania. "I don't think anybody ever read to me, that is not since I was a child." "Suppose we leave you to look after the shop," said Helen to Roger, in a teasing mood, "and I'll take Titania out to the movies. I think Tarzan is still... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 1158

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 3. Titania Arrives The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 3. Titania Arrives

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 3. Titania Arrives
Chapter III. Titania ArrivesThe first pipe after breakfast is a rite of some importance to seasoned smokers, and Roger applied the flame to the bowl as he stood at the bottom of the stairs. He blew a great gush of strong blue reek that eddied behind him as he ran up the flight, his mind eagerly meditating the congenial task of arranging the little spare room for the coming employee. Then, at the top of the steps, he found that his pipe had already gone out. "What with filling my pipe and emptying it, lighting it and relighting... Long Stories - Post by : jwells - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 2446

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 2. The Corn Cob Club The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 2. The Corn Cob Club

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 2. The Corn Cob Club
Chapter II. The Corn Cob Club(1) (1) The latter half of this chapter may be omitted by all readers who are not booksellers. The Haunted Bookshop was a delightful place, especially of an evening, when its drowsy alcoves were kindled with the brightness of lamps shining on the rows of volumes. Many a passer-by would stumble down the steps from the street in sheer curiosity; others, familiar visitors, dropped in with the same comfortable emotion that a man feels on entering his club. Roger's custom was to sit at his desk in the rear, puffing his pipe and reading;... Long Stories - Post by : oukhanova - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 942

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 1. The Haunted Bookshop The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 1. The Haunted Bookshop

The Haunted Bookshop - Chapter 1. The Haunted Bookshop
Chapter I. The Haunted BookshopIf you are ever in Brooklyn, that borough of superb sunsets and magnificent vistas of husband-propelled baby-carriages, it is to be hoped you may chance upon a quiet by-street where there is a very remarkable bookshop. This bookshop, which does business under the unusual name "Parnassus at Home," is housed in one of the comfortable old brown-stone dwellings which have been the joy of several generations of plumbers and cockroaches. The owner of the business has been at pains to remodel the house to make it a more suitable shrine for his trade, which deals entirely... Long Stories - Post by : oukhanova - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 821

The Haunted Bookshop - To The Booksellers The Haunted Bookshop - To The Booksellers

The Haunted Bookshop - To The Booksellers
Be pleased to know, most worthy, that this little book is dedicated to you in affection and respect. The faults of the composition are plain to you all. I begin merely in the hope of saying something further of the adventures of ROGER MIFFLIN, whose exploits in "Parnassus on Wheels" some of you have been kind enough to applaud. But then came Miss Titania Chapman, and my young advertising man fell in love with her, and the two of them rather ran away with the tale. I think I should explain that the passage in Chapter VIII, dealing with... Long Stories - Post by : oukhanova - Date : May 2012 - Author : Christopher Morley - Read : 2389