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The pretty little theatre attached to the building of the Unicorn
Club had been hired for a certain January afternoon by Mr. Herbert
Loring, who wished to give therein a somewhat novel performance, to
which he had invited a small audience consisting entirely of
friends and acquaintances. Loring was a handsome fellow about
thirty years old, who had travelled far and studied much. He had
recently made a long sojourn in the far East, and his friends had
been invited to the theatre to see some of the wonderful things he
had brought from that country of wonders. As Loring was a club-man,
and belonged to a family of good social standing, his circle of
acquaintances was large, and in this circle a good many unpleasant
remarks had been made regarding the proposed entertainment-made, of
course, by the people who had not been invited to be present. Some
of the gossip on the subject had reached Loring, who did not
hesitate to say that he could not talk to a crowd, and that he did
not care to show the curious things he had collected to people who
would not thoroughly appreciate them. He had been very particular
in regard to his invitations.
It was about noon of a day in early summer that a westward-bound
Atlantic liner was rapidly nearing the port of New York. Not long
before, the old light-house on Montauk Point had been sighted, and
the company on board the vessel were animated by the knowledge that
in a few hours they would be at the end of their voyage. The vessel
now speeding along the southern coast of Long Island was the
Euterpe-Thalia, from Southampton. On Wednesday morning she had left
her English port, and many of her passengers were naturally anxious
to be on shore in time to transact their business on the last day
of the week. There were even some who expected to make their return
voyage on the Melpomene-Thalia, which would leave New York on the
next Monday.
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The House of Martha (Hardcover)
R. Stockton Frank R. Stockton, Frank R Stockton; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R675
Discovery Miles 6 750
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Ships in 12 - 17 working days
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My grandmother sat in her own particular easy-chair by the open
window of her back parlor. This was a pleasant place in which to
sit in the afternoon, for the sun was then on the other side of the
house, and she could look not only over the smooth grass of the
side yard and the flower beds, which were under her especial care,
but across the corner of the front lawn into the village street.
Here, between two handsome maple-trees which stood upon the
sidewalk, she could see something of what was going on in the outer
world without presenting the appearance of one who is fond of
watching her neighbors. It was not much that she saw, for the
street was a quiet one; but a very little of that sort of thing
satisfied her. She was a woman who was easily satisfied. As a proof
of this, I may say that she looked upon me as a man who always did
what was right. Indeed, I am quite sure there were cases when she
saved herself a good deal of perplexing cogitation by assuming that
a thing was right because I did it.
In the spring of a certain year, not far from the close of the
nineteenth century, when the political relations between the United
States and Great Britain became so strained that careful observers
on both sides of the Atlantic were forced to the belief that a
serious break in these relations might be looked for at any time,
the fishing schooner Eliza Drum sailed from a port in Maine for the
banks of Newfoundland. It was in this year that a new system of
protection for American fishing vessels had been adopted in
Washington. Every fleet of these vessels was accompanied by one or
more United States cruisers, which remained on the fishing grounds,
not only for the purpose of warning American craft who might
approach too near the three-mile limit, but also to overlook the
action of the British naval vessels on the coast, and to interfere,
at least by protest, with such seizures of American fishing boats
as might appear to be unjust. In the opinion of all persons of
sober judgment, there was nothing in the condition of affairs at
this time so dangerous to the peace of the two countries as the
presence of these American cruisers in the fishing waters.
The pretty little theatre attached to the building of the Unicorn
Club had been hired for a certain January afternoon by Mr. Herbert
Loring, who wished to give therein a somewhat novel performance, to
which he had invited a small audience consisting entirely of
friends and acquaintances. Loring was a handsome fellow about
thirty years old, who had travelled far and studied much. He had
recently made a long sojourn in the far East, and his friends had
been invited to the theatre to see some of the wonderful things he
had brought from that country of wonders. As Loring was a club-man,
and belonged to a family of good social standing, his circle of
acquaintances was large, and in this circle a good many unpleasant
remarks had been made regarding the proposed entertainment-made, of
course, by the people who had not been invited to be present. Some
of the gossip on the subject had reached Loring, who did not
hesitate to say that he could not talk to a crowd, and that he did
not care to show the curious things he had collected to people who
would not thoroughly appreciate them. He had been very particular
in regard to his invitations.
In the spring of a certain year, not far from the close of the
nineteenth century, when the political relations between the United
States and Great Britain became so strained that careful observers
on both sides of the Atlantic were forced to the belief t
It was about noon of a day in early summer that a westward-bound
Atlantic liner was rapidly nearing the port of New York. Not long
before, the old light-house on Montauk Point had been sighted, and
the company on board the vessel were animated by the knowledge that
in a few hours they would be at the end of their voyage. The vessel
now speeding along the southern coast of Long Island was the
Euterpe-Thalia, from Southampton. On Wednesday morning she had left
her English port, and many of her passengers were naturally anxious
to be on shore in time to transact their business on the last day
of the week. There were even some who expected to make their return
voyage on the Melpomene-Thalia, which would leave New York on the
next Monday.
My grandmother sat in her own particular easy-chair by the open
window of her back parlor. This was a pleasant place in which to
sit in the afternoon, for the sun was then on the other side of the
house, and she could look not only over the smooth grass of the
side yard and the flower beds, which were under her especial care,
but across the corner of the front lawn into the village street.
Here, between two handsome maple-trees which stood upon the
sidewalk, she could see something of what was going on in the outer
world without presenting the appearance of one who is fond of
watching her neighbors. It was not much that she saw, for the
street was a quiet one; but a very little of that sort of thing
satisfied her. She was a woman who was easily satisfied. As a proof
of this, I may say that she looked upon me as a man who always did
what was right. Indeed, I am quite sure there were cases when she
saved herself a good deal of perplexing cogitation by assuming that
a thing was right because I did it.
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