| A Millionaire of Rough-and-Ready Contributor(s): Harte, Bret (Author) |
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ISBN: 1484091647 ISBN-13: 9781484091647 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $6.64 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: April 2013 |
| Additional Information |
| BISAC Categories: - Literary Collections | Ancient, Classical & Medieval |
| Dewey: FIC |
| Physical Information: 0.17" H x 7.44" W x 9.69" (0.37 lbs) 84 pages |
| Themes: - Cultural Region - Western U.S. - Topical - Country/Cowboy |
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| Publisher Description: Excerpt: ...languidly, "it ain't much out of your way to go down through the garden and take a look at pa as you go. He's somewhere down there, near the woods, and we don't like to leave him alone too long. You might pass the time of day with him; see if he's right side up. Vashti and I have got a heap of things to fix here yet; but if anything's wrong with him, you can call us. So-long." Don Caesar was about to excuse himself hurriedly; but that sudden and acute perception of all kindred sorrow which belongs to refined suffering, checked his speech. The loneliness of the helpless old man in this atmosphere of active and youthful selfishness touched him. He bowed assent, and turned aside into one of the long perspectives of bean-poles. The girls watched him until out of sight. "Well," said Vashti, "don't tell ME. But if there wasn't something between him and that Mamie Mulrady, I don't know a jilted man when I see him." "Well, you needn't have let him SEE that you knew it, so that any civility of ours would look as if we were ready to take up with her leavings," responded Esther, astutely, as the girls reentered the house. Meantime, the unconscious object of their criticism walked sadly down the old market-garden, whose rude outlines and homely details he once clothed with the poetry of a sensitive man's first love. Well, it was a common cabbage field and potato patch after all. In his disgust he felt conscious of even the loss of that sense of patronage and superiority which had invested his affection for a girl of meaner condition. His self-respect was humiliated with his love. The soil and dirt of those wretched cabbages had clung to him, but not to her. It was she who had gone higher; it was he who was left in the vulgar ruins of his misplaced passion. He reached the bottom of the garden without observing any sign of the lonely invalid. He looked up and down the cabbage rows, and through the long perspective of pea-vines, without result. There was a newer... |