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The Touch of Abner - ebook
This is a novel that tells the story from a dramatic moment when Abner signs $ 1,000 to a shelter fund and detonates a financial bomb at a close gathering of Glucom people. Abner Andrews is a naughty old farmer who promises a thousand dollars, which he does not have, to a new shelter. How will he fulfill his promise, especially with a crooked lawyer, to prevent him?
| Kategoria: | Classic Literature |
| Język: | Angielski |
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| ISBN: | 978-83-8176-505-3 |
| Rozmiar pliku: | 2,9 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
Contents
I. Brains, Gall, an' Luck
II. Ten-Centers
III. Society Pigs
IV. Underpinnin'
V. Plain Facts
VI. A Flea in the Ear
VII. Beating the Movies
VIII. The Dump Scheme
IX. A Slip of a Gal
X. An Unexpected Jolt
XI. Town Rats
XII. Bottled Divils
XIII. The Joy-ride
XIV. Surprised at Herself
XV. Country Rats
XVI. In the Klink
XVII. Friendly Advice
XVIII. A Moist Reception
XIX. Jerry, Me Pardner
XX. Under Suspicion
XXI. Hard of Hearing
XXII. Earning Their Passage
XXIII. Rescued
XXIV. Exit Billy
XXV. Laffin'-Gas
XXVI. Heart Trouble
XXVII. A Sermon with a Punch
XXVIII. The Hold-up
XXIX. Counsel for the Defense
XXX. The Heart-touchCHAPTER I
BRAINS, GALL, AN’ LUCK
“Put me down fer a thousand.”
These words drawled slowly forth produced an immediate effect, and caused fifty people to straighten suddenly up and look enquiringly around. The reporter of The Live Wire gave one lightning glance toward the speaker, and then began to write rapidly upon his pad lying before him. The chairman, too, was visibly affected. He leaned forward, and searched the room with his small squinting eyes.
“Did I hear aright?” he asked. “Did someone say ‘a thousand?’”
At once a man in the back row started to rise, but was pulled quickly down by a woman sitting at his side.
“Let go my coat-tails, Tildy,” he whispered.
“But, Abner, are you crazy?”
“Crazy, be hanged! Leave me alone, can’t ye?”
“Oh, it’s you, Mr. Andrews, is it?” the chairman remarked.
“Yes, it’s me all right.”
“And you wish to give one thousand dollars?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Well, then, will you please step forward and sign your name?”
“Oh, that feller waggin’ the pen kin do it better’n me. Jist tell him to put Abner Andrews, of Ash Pint, down fer a thousand.”
“But we would prefer to have your own signature,” the chairman insisted. “It is always customary in cases such as this.”
“Are ye afraid that I’ll back out, an’ won’t pay?”
“No, not at all, Mr. Andrews. But, you see, it’s more business-like to get your name in your own handwriting. We shall make an exception, though, in your case if you so earnestly desire it.”
“Now ye’re shoutin’.”
“Doing what?”
“Shoutin’; talkin’ sense. Don’t ye git me?”
“H’m, I see,” and the chairman leaned his elbow upon the table and gently stroked his chin with the fingers of his right hand. “I didn’t understand you at first, as I am not accustomed to such expressions.”
“But ye understand the meanin’ of a thousand dollars, don’t ye?”
“Indeed, I do, Mr. Andrews, and what is more, I wish to thank you very heartily. I am sure that all here to-night feel most grateful to you for your generosity.”
“Oh, I don’t want ye’r gratitude, an’ as fer as I kin see, it’s worth darn little.”
“Abner! Abner!” the voice at his side chided. “What are you saying?”
“Didn’t ye hear, Tildy? Where’s ye’r ears?” and Abner turned slightly toward his protesting wife. “I was merely remarkin’ that the gratitude of this gatherin’ of men an’ women is worth darn little. Now, d’ye hear?”
“How do you make that out, Mr. Andrews?” the chairman sharply questioned. “Such a statement demands an explanation.”
“Hear! Hear!” came from several.
“How do I make that out?” Abner repeated, as he scratched the back of his head, and let his eyes roam for a few seconds around the room. “Well, I’m jist judgin’ accordin’ to what I have seen an’ heard. Me an’ Tildy came to town to-day to do a little shoppin’, an’ happenin’ to hear that there was to be a meetin’ of the influential people of this place to see about the buildin’ of a Home fer orphan children, we made up our minds to come too. We’re mightily interested in orphans, we surely are. I’ve often told Tildy that it’s a downright shame that this town hasn’t sich a Home, where poor little orphan kids kin be well looked after.”
“You’re quite right, Mr. Andrews,” the chairman assented. “We have delayed this matter too long already. But now that you have given us such splendid assistance, the work should go rapidly forward. I am very glad that you and your wife came to this meeting.”
“Yes, me an’ Tildy came here,” Abner continued, “expectin’ to see somethin’ real grand. We’ve heard a great deal of highfalutin’ talk about poor little orphans an’ what ought to be done fer ’em. But, skiddy-me-shins, as fer as I kin see it’ll all end in wind, an’ nuthin’'ll be done.”
“I object to such remarks,” a pompous little man protested, rising suddenly to his feet, and appealing to the chairman. “We didn’t come here to listen to such language and abuse from this ignorant countryman.”
“You jist flop down an’ hold ye’r tongue, Ikey Dimock,” Abner ordered. “I’ve got the floor at present, an’ I intend to keep it, too, until I’ve had my say. You made a big harangue a little while ago, an’ how much was it worth? Ten dollars, that’s all. An’ you one of the richest men in town. An’ that’s the way with the rest of yez. Ye’ve talked, but when it came to givin’ yez wer’n’t there. That’s the reason why I said ye’r gratitude is worth darn little. I don’t want ye’r gratitude, anyway. It’s them poor little orphan kids I’m worried about, an’ I guess I’ll worry a long time before any Home is built, judgin’ by this meetin’. Come, Tildy, let’s go home. I’ve had enough of this.”
A complete silence reigned in the room as Abner and his wife walked slowly to the door. When they were at last out of the building, the chairman breathed a sigh of relief, and a slight smile flickered across his face.
“Now that the cyclone is over,” he remarked, “we will gather up the fragments that remain and go on with our building.”
A ripple of amusement passed through the assembly, and there were numerous whispered conversations. Instead of being very indignant at what Abner had said, all, except Isaac Dimock, were inclined to treat the countryman’s cutting words as a joke. They wondered, nevertheless, at the offer he had made of one thousand dollars. The reporter kept steadily on with his writing. He was alive to the situation, and chuckled to himself as he thought of the stirring article he would have for The Live Wire in the morning.
Abner untied his horse from the post near the place of meeting, while his wife scrambled up into the carriage. Neither had spoken a word since leaving the building. It was only when well started on their homeward way that Mrs. Andrews ventured to speak.
“What was the matter with you to-night, Abner?” she enquired.
“Nuthin’, as fer as I know.”
“Yes, there was, or you wouldn’t have spoken and acted the way you did.”
“Oh, I jist wanted to give them folks a jolt, that’s all.”
“And made a fool of yourself, didn’t you?”
“De ye think I did, Tildy? Gid-dap, Jerry.”
“I know it. Only a fool or a lunatic would offer to give one thousand dollars when he hasn’t a cent to his name.”
“Ye’r wrong, Tildy. I’m not crazy, an’ I don’t think I’m altogether a fool. It was somethin’ else that shook me timbers at the meetin’.”
“What was it?”
“Oh, you know as well as I do. I imagined I was as rich as I used to be several hundred years ago, an’–”
“For pity sakes, Abner, stop that nonsense. Because you think you lived hundreds of years ago, and that you were very rich and a great man, doesn’t make you rich and great now. You’re only Abner Andrews of Ash Point, and can hardly pay your bills, let alone give one thousand dollars toward building a Home for orphan children.”
“But, Tildy, I thought I was really old man Astor, an’ saw millions of dollars right before me.”
“Well, if that’s the way you felt, I think it’s about time we called in the doctor. There’s surely something wrong with your head.”
“But, Tildy, ye don’t understand. De ye think I was goin’ to set there an’ let them people git off with their cussed meanness? Not by a jugful! Gid-dap, Jerry, what’s the matter with ye?”
“But what about that thousand dollars? Do you expect to pay it?”
“Sure I do.”
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I. Brains, Gall, an' Luck
II. Ten-Centers
III. Society Pigs
IV. Underpinnin'
V. Plain Facts
VI. A Flea in the Ear
VII. Beating the Movies
VIII. The Dump Scheme
IX. A Slip of a Gal
X. An Unexpected Jolt
XI. Town Rats
XII. Bottled Divils
XIII. The Joy-ride
XIV. Surprised at Herself
XV. Country Rats
XVI. In the Klink
XVII. Friendly Advice
XVIII. A Moist Reception
XIX. Jerry, Me Pardner
XX. Under Suspicion
XXI. Hard of Hearing
XXII. Earning Their Passage
XXIII. Rescued
XXIV. Exit Billy
XXV. Laffin'-Gas
XXVI. Heart Trouble
XXVII. A Sermon with a Punch
XXVIII. The Hold-up
XXIX. Counsel for the Defense
XXX. The Heart-touchCHAPTER I
BRAINS, GALL, AN’ LUCK
“Put me down fer a thousand.”
These words drawled slowly forth produced an immediate effect, and caused fifty people to straighten suddenly up and look enquiringly around. The reporter of The Live Wire gave one lightning glance toward the speaker, and then began to write rapidly upon his pad lying before him. The chairman, too, was visibly affected. He leaned forward, and searched the room with his small squinting eyes.
“Did I hear aright?” he asked. “Did someone say ‘a thousand?’”
At once a man in the back row started to rise, but was pulled quickly down by a woman sitting at his side.
“Let go my coat-tails, Tildy,” he whispered.
“But, Abner, are you crazy?”
“Crazy, be hanged! Leave me alone, can’t ye?”
“Oh, it’s you, Mr. Andrews, is it?” the chairman remarked.
“Yes, it’s me all right.”
“And you wish to give one thousand dollars?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Well, then, will you please step forward and sign your name?”
“Oh, that feller waggin’ the pen kin do it better’n me. Jist tell him to put Abner Andrews, of Ash Pint, down fer a thousand.”
“But we would prefer to have your own signature,” the chairman insisted. “It is always customary in cases such as this.”
“Are ye afraid that I’ll back out, an’ won’t pay?”
“No, not at all, Mr. Andrews. But, you see, it’s more business-like to get your name in your own handwriting. We shall make an exception, though, in your case if you so earnestly desire it.”
“Now ye’re shoutin’.”
“Doing what?”
“Shoutin’; talkin’ sense. Don’t ye git me?”
“H’m, I see,” and the chairman leaned his elbow upon the table and gently stroked his chin with the fingers of his right hand. “I didn’t understand you at first, as I am not accustomed to such expressions.”
“But ye understand the meanin’ of a thousand dollars, don’t ye?”
“Indeed, I do, Mr. Andrews, and what is more, I wish to thank you very heartily. I am sure that all here to-night feel most grateful to you for your generosity.”
“Oh, I don’t want ye’r gratitude, an’ as fer as I kin see, it’s worth darn little.”
“Abner! Abner!” the voice at his side chided. “What are you saying?”
“Didn’t ye hear, Tildy? Where’s ye’r ears?” and Abner turned slightly toward his protesting wife. “I was merely remarkin’ that the gratitude of this gatherin’ of men an’ women is worth darn little. Now, d’ye hear?”
“How do you make that out, Mr. Andrews?” the chairman sharply questioned. “Such a statement demands an explanation.”
“Hear! Hear!” came from several.
“How do I make that out?” Abner repeated, as he scratched the back of his head, and let his eyes roam for a few seconds around the room. “Well, I’m jist judgin’ accordin’ to what I have seen an’ heard. Me an’ Tildy came to town to-day to do a little shoppin’, an’ happenin’ to hear that there was to be a meetin’ of the influential people of this place to see about the buildin’ of a Home fer orphan children, we made up our minds to come too. We’re mightily interested in orphans, we surely are. I’ve often told Tildy that it’s a downright shame that this town hasn’t sich a Home, where poor little orphan kids kin be well looked after.”
“You’re quite right, Mr. Andrews,” the chairman assented. “We have delayed this matter too long already. But now that you have given us such splendid assistance, the work should go rapidly forward. I am very glad that you and your wife came to this meeting.”
“Yes, me an’ Tildy came here,” Abner continued, “expectin’ to see somethin’ real grand. We’ve heard a great deal of highfalutin’ talk about poor little orphans an’ what ought to be done fer ’em. But, skiddy-me-shins, as fer as I kin see it’ll all end in wind, an’ nuthin’'ll be done.”
“I object to such remarks,” a pompous little man protested, rising suddenly to his feet, and appealing to the chairman. “We didn’t come here to listen to such language and abuse from this ignorant countryman.”
“You jist flop down an’ hold ye’r tongue, Ikey Dimock,” Abner ordered. “I’ve got the floor at present, an’ I intend to keep it, too, until I’ve had my say. You made a big harangue a little while ago, an’ how much was it worth? Ten dollars, that’s all. An’ you one of the richest men in town. An’ that’s the way with the rest of yez. Ye’ve talked, but when it came to givin’ yez wer’n’t there. That’s the reason why I said ye’r gratitude is worth darn little. I don’t want ye’r gratitude, anyway. It’s them poor little orphan kids I’m worried about, an’ I guess I’ll worry a long time before any Home is built, judgin’ by this meetin’. Come, Tildy, let’s go home. I’ve had enough of this.”
A complete silence reigned in the room as Abner and his wife walked slowly to the door. When they were at last out of the building, the chairman breathed a sigh of relief, and a slight smile flickered across his face.
“Now that the cyclone is over,” he remarked, “we will gather up the fragments that remain and go on with our building.”
A ripple of amusement passed through the assembly, and there were numerous whispered conversations. Instead of being very indignant at what Abner had said, all, except Isaac Dimock, were inclined to treat the countryman’s cutting words as a joke. They wondered, nevertheless, at the offer he had made of one thousand dollars. The reporter kept steadily on with his writing. He was alive to the situation, and chuckled to himself as he thought of the stirring article he would have for The Live Wire in the morning.
Abner untied his horse from the post near the place of meeting, while his wife scrambled up into the carriage. Neither had spoken a word since leaving the building. It was only when well started on their homeward way that Mrs. Andrews ventured to speak.
“What was the matter with you to-night, Abner?” she enquired.
“Nuthin’, as fer as I know.”
“Yes, there was, or you wouldn’t have spoken and acted the way you did.”
“Oh, I jist wanted to give them folks a jolt, that’s all.”
“And made a fool of yourself, didn’t you?”
“De ye think I did, Tildy? Gid-dap, Jerry.”
“I know it. Only a fool or a lunatic would offer to give one thousand dollars when he hasn’t a cent to his name.”
“Ye’r wrong, Tildy. I’m not crazy, an’ I don’t think I’m altogether a fool. It was somethin’ else that shook me timbers at the meetin’.”
“What was it?”
“Oh, you know as well as I do. I imagined I was as rich as I used to be several hundred years ago, an’–”
“For pity sakes, Abner, stop that nonsense. Because you think you lived hundreds of years ago, and that you were very rich and a great man, doesn’t make you rich and great now. You’re only Abner Andrews of Ash Point, and can hardly pay your bills, let alone give one thousand dollars toward building a Home for orphan children.”
“But, Tildy, I thought I was really old man Astor, an’ saw millions of dollars right before me.”
“Well, if that’s the way you felt, I think it’s about time we called in the doctor. There’s surely something wrong with your head.”
“But, Tildy, ye don’t understand. De ye think I was goin’ to set there an’ let them people git off with their cussed meanness? Not by a jugful! Gid-dap, Jerry, what’s the matter with ye?”
“But what about that thousand dollars? Do you expect to pay it?”
“Sure I do.”
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