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The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 21. In Which I Leave Rivermouth The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 21. In Which I Leave Rivermouth

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 21. In Which I Leave Rivermouth
Chapter Twenty-One. In Which I Leave Rivermouth A letter with a great black seal! I knew then what had happened as well as I know it now. But which was it, father or mother? I do not like to look back to the agony and suspense of that moment. My father had died at New Orleans during one of his weekly visits to the city. The letter bearing these tidings had reached Rivermouth the evening of my flight--had passed me on the road by the down train. I must turn back for a moment to that eventful evening. When I failed... Long Stories - Post by : burrr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1352

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 20. I Prove Myself To Be the Grandson of My Grandfather The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 20. I Prove Myself To Be the Grandson of My Grandfather

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 20. I Prove Myself To Be the Grandson of My Grandfather
Chapter Twenty. I Prove Myself To Be the Grandson of My Grandfather It was not possible for a boy of my temperament to be a blighted being longer than three consecutive weeks. I was gradually emerging from my self-imposed cloud when events took place that greatly assisted in restoring me to a more natural frame of mind. I awoke from an imaginary trouble to face a real one. I suppose you don't know what a financial crisis is? I will give you an illustration. You are deeply in debt--say to the amount of a quarter of a dollar--to the little knicknack... Long Stories - Post by : burrr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 3203

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 19. I Become A Blighted Being The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 19. I Become A Blighted Being

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 19. I Become A Blighted Being
Chapter Nineteen. I Become A Blighted Being When a young boy gets to be an old boy, when the hair is growing rather thin on the top of the old boy's head, and he has been tamed sufficiently to take a sort of chastened pleasure in allowing the baby to play with his watch-seals--when, I say, an old boy has reached this stage in the journey of life, he is sometimes apt to indulge in sportive remarks concerning his first love. Now, though I bless my stars that it wasn't in my power to marry Miss Nelly, I am not going... Long Stories - Post by : burrr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1435

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 18. A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 18. A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 18. A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go
Chapter Eighteen. A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go If the reader supposes that I lived all this while in Rivermouth without falling a victim to one or more of the young ladies attending Miss Dorothy Gibbs's Female Institute, why, then, all I have to say is the reader exhibits his ignorance of human nature. Miss Gibbs's seminary was located within a few minutes' walk of the Temple Grammar School, and numbered about thirty-five pupils, the majority of whom boarded at the Hall--Primrose Hall, as Miss Dorothy prettily called it. The Prim-roses, as we called them, ranged from seven years of age... Long Stories - Post by : burrr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1566

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 17. How We Astonished the Rivermouthians The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 17. How We Astonished the Rivermouthians

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 17. How We Astonished the Rivermouthians
Chapter Seventeen. How We Astonished the Rivermouthians Sailor Ben's arrival partly drove the New Orleans project from my brain. Besides, there was just then a certain movement on foot by the Centipede Club which helped to engross my attention. Pepper Whitcomb took the Captain's veto philosophically, observing that he thought from the first the governor wouldn't let me go. I don't think Pepper was quite honest in that. But to the subject in hand. Among the few changes that have taken place in Rivermouth during the past twenty years there is one which I regret. I lament the removal of all... Long Stories - Post by : burrr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 2562

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 16. In Which Sailor Ben Spins a Yarn The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 16. In Which Sailor Ben Spins a Yarn

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 16. In Which Sailor Ben Spins a Yarn
Chapter Sixteen. In Which Sailor Ben Spins a Yarn Of course we were all very curious to learn what had befallen Sailor Ben that morning long ago, when he bade his little bride goodby and disappeared so mysteriously. After tea, that same evening, we assembled around the table in the kitchen--the only place where Sailor Ben felt at home--to hear what he had to say for himself. The candles were snuffed, and a pitcher of foaming nut-brown ale was set at the elbow of the speaker, who was evidently embarrassed by the respectability of his audience, consisting of Captain Nutter, Miss... Long Stories - Post by : burrr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 511

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 15. An Old Acquaintance Turns Up The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 15. An Old Acquaintance Turns Up

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 15. An Old Acquaintance Turns Up
Chapter Fifteen. An Old Acquaintance Turns Up A year had stolen by since the death of Binny Wallace--a year of which I have nothing important to record. The loss of our little playmate threw a shadow over our young lives for many and many a month. The Dolphin rose and fell with the tide at the foot of the slippery steps, unused, the rest of the summer. At the close of November we hauled her sadly into the boat-house for the winter; but when spring came round we launched the Dolphin again, and often went down to the wharf and looked... Long Stories - Post by : burrr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 2871

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 11. All About Gypsy The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 11. All About Gypsy

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 11. All About Gypsy
Chapter Eleven. All About Gypsy This record of my life at Rivermouth would be strangely incomplete did I not devote an entire chapter to Gypsy. I had other pets, of course; for what healthy boy could long exist without numerous friends in the animal kingdom? I had two white mice that were forever gnawing their way out of a pasteboard chateau, and crawling over my face when I lay asleep. I used to keep the pink-eyed little beggars in my bedroom, greatly to the annoyance of Miss Abigail, who was constantly fancying that one of the mice had secreted itself somewhere... Long Stories - Post by : jaaccl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1338

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 10. I Fight Conway The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 10. I Fight Conway

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 10. I Fight Conway
Chapter Ten. I Fight Conway There was one person, however, who cherished a strong suspicion that the Centipedes had had a hand in the business; and that person was Conway. His red hair seemed to change to a livelier red, and his sallow cheeks to a deeper sallow, as we glanced at him stealthily over the tops of our slates the next day in school. He knew we were watching him, and made sundry mouths and scowled in the most threatening way over his sums. Conway had an accomplishment peculiarly his own--that of throwing his thumbs out of joint at will.... Long Stories - Post by : jaaccl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1018

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 9. I Become an R. M. C. The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 9. I Become an R. M. C.

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 9. I Become an R. M. C.
Chapter Nine. I Become an R. M. C. In the course of ten days I recovered sufficiently from my injuries to attend school , for a little while, I was looked upon as a hero, on account of having been blown up. What don't we make a hero of? The distraction which prevailed in the classes the week preceding the Fourth had subsided, and nothing remained to indicate the recent festivities, excepting a noticeable want of eyebrows on the part of Pepper Whitcomb and myself. In August we had two weeks' vacation. It was about this time that I became a... Long Stories - Post by : jaaccl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1339

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 8. The Adventures of a Fourth The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 8. The Adventures of a Fourth

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 8. The Adventures of a Fourth
Chapter Eight. The Adventures of a Fourth The sun cast a broad column of quivering gold across the river at the foot of our street, just as I reached the doorstep of the Nutter House. Kitty Collins, with her dress tucked about her so that she looked as if she had on a pair of calico trousers, was washing off the sidewalk. "Arrah you bad boy!" cried Kitty, leaning on the mop handle. "The Capen has jist been askin' for you. He's gone up town, now. It's a nate thing you done with my clothes-line, and, it's me you may thank... Long Stories - Post by : jaaccl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 3245

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 7. One Memorable Night The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 7. One Memorable Night

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 7. One Memorable Night
Chapter Seven. One Memorable Night Two months had elapsed since my arrival at Rivermouth, when the approach of an important celebration produced the greatest excitement among the juvenile population of the town. There was very little hard study done in the Temple Grammar School the week preceding the Fourth of July. For my part, my heart and brain were so full of fire-crackers, Roman candles, rockets, pin-wheels, squibs, and gunpowder in various seductive forms, that I wonder I didn't explode under Mr. Grimshaw's very nose. I couldn't do a sum to save me; I couldn't tell, for love or money, whether... Long Stories - Post by : jaaccl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1016

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 6. Lights and Shadows The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 6. Lights and Shadows

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 6. Lights and Shadows
Chapter Six. Lights and Shadows The first shadow that fell upon me in my new home was caused by the return of my parents to New Orleans. Their visit was cut short by business which required my father's presence in Natchez he was establishing a branch of the bankinghouse. When they had gone, a sense of loneliness such as I had never dreamed of filled my young breast. I crept away to the stable, and, throwing my arms about Gypsy's neck, sobbed aloud. She too had come from the sunny South, and was now a stranger in a strange land.... Long Stories - Post by : jasonroland - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 581

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 5. The Nutter House and the Nutter Family The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 5. The Nutter House and the Nutter Family

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 5. The Nutter House and the Nutter Family
Chapter Five. The Nutter House and the Nutter Family The Nutter House--all the more prominent dwellings in Rivermouth are named after somebody; for instance, there is the Walford House, the Venner House, the Trefethen House, etc., though it by no means follows that they are inhabited by the people whose names they bear--the Nutter House, to resume, has been in our family nearly a hundred years, and is an honor to the builder (an ancestor of ours, I believe), supposing durability to be a merit. If our ancestor was a carpenter, he knew his trade. I wish I knew mine as... Long Stories - Post by : jasonroland - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 808

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 1. In Which I Introduce Myself The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 1. In Which I Introduce Myself

The Story Of A Bad Boy - Chapter 1. In Which I Introduce Myself
Chapter One. In Which I Introduce Myself This is the story of a bad boy. Well, not such a very bad, but a pretty bad boy; and I ought to know, for I am, or rather I was, that boy myself. Lest the title should mislead the reader, I hasten to assure him here that I have no dark confessions to make. I call my story the story of a bad boy, partly to distinguish myself from those faultless young gentlemen who generally figure in narratives of this kind, and partly because I really was not a cherub. I may truthfully... Long Stories - Post by : jasonroland - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 855

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 28 The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 28

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 28
CHAPTER XXVIIIOne June Morning, precisely a year from that morning when the reader first saw the daylight breaking upon Stillwater, several workmen with ladders and hammers were putting up a freshly painted sign over the gate of the marble yard. Mr. Slocum and Richard stood on the opposite curbstone, to which they had retired in order to take in the general effect. The new sign read,--Slocum & Shackford. Richard protested against the displacement of its weather-stained predecessor; it seemed to him an act little short of vandalism; but Mr. Slocum was obstinate, and would have it done. He was secretly atoning... Long Stories - Post by : jasonroland - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1231

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 27 The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 27

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 27
CHAPTER XXVIIMr. Taggett, in spite of the excellent subjection under which he held his nerves, caught his breath at these words, and a transient pallor overspread his face as he followed the pointing of Richard's finger. If William Durgin had testified falsely on that point, if he had swerved a hair's-breadth from the truth in that matter, then there was but one conclusion to be drawn from his perjury. A flash of lightning is not swifter than was Mr. Taggett's thought in grasping the situation. In an instant he saw all his carefully articulated case fall to pieces in his hands.... Long Stories - Post by : jasonroland - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 2673

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 26 The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 26

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 26
CHAPTER XXVIThere was a fire in Richard's temples as he reeled out of Lawyer Perkins's office. It was now twelve o'clock, and the streets were thronged with the motley population disgorged by the various mills and workshops. Richard felt that every eye was upon him; he was conscious of something wild in his aspect that must needs attract the attention of the passers-by. At each step he half expected the leveling of some accusing finger. The pitiless sunshine seemed to single him out and stream upon him like a calcium light. It was intolerable. He must get away from this jostling... Long Stories - Post by : jasonroland - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1558

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 25 The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 25

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 25
CHAPTER XXVThe next morning Mr. Slocum did not make his appearance in the marble yard. His half-simulated indisposition of the previous night had turned into a genuine headache, of which he perhaps willingly availed himself to remain in his room, for he had no desire to see Richard Shackford that day. It was an hour before noon. Up to that moment Richard had been engaged in reading and replying to the letters received by the morning's mail, a duty which usually fell to Mr. Slocum. As Richard stepped from the office into the yard a small boy thrust a note into... Long Stories - Post by : jasonroland - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 1745

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 24 The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 24

The Stillwater Tragedy - Chapter 24
CHAPTER XXIV"Richard did come home last night, after all," said Mr. Slocum, with a flustered air, seating himself at the breakfast table. Margaret looked up quickly. "I just met Peters on the street, and he told me," added Mr. Slocum. "Richard returned last night, and did not come to us!" "It seems that he watched with Torrini,--the man is going to die." "Oh," said Margaret, cooling instantly. "That was like Richard; he never thinks of himself first. I would not have had him do differently. Last evening you were filled with I don't know what horrible suspicions, yet see how simply... Long Stories - Post by : jasonroland - Date : May 2012 - Author : Thomas Bailey Aldrich - Read : 727