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Drane's informant also wrote that it had always been the impression with the people of Lawsonville that Mary Hollis had not been legally married to Abner's father, but that she had been entrapped into a form of marriage with John Logan at a time when he had a wife still living.
He admitted to himself, however, that if he had a father and mother answering the description of Abner's, that he would not so much regret leaving them. At any rate, Abner's words awoke a hope of sometime getting away from the place he already hated, and returning to his city home, now more valued than ever. "We can't go without money," he said, in a troubled voice. "Couldn't we walk?"
"Perhaps his patients kept him." Abner's tone implied that professional duties would set much more gracefully on such a figure than social diversions. "His patients?" "Yes. You said he was a doctor." "But not a doctor of medicine. A doctor of theology." "A minister? a minister of the gospel?" "He is, indeed. And I " "And you?" "I am one of his parishioners. I sit under him every Sunday."
A steep stairway led up to the yard, part of which was occupied by a huddle of ramshackle one-story houses. It was known as Abner's Court. During the summer months it swarmed with tattered, unkempt humanity. There was a peculiar odor to the place which I can still smell. The far end of our street was part of a squalid little suburb known as the Sands. It was inhabited by Gentiles exclusively.
He was not the author of this ruthless masculine paradox. He had refused as considerately as he could an offer from Whyland himself to do literary work. The Pence-Whyland syndicate had lately secured control of one of the daily newspapers, and Whyland had suggested semi-weekly articles at Abner's own figure.
In a moment Abner's head was out of the window. "'Cap'n Abner, said Sam, 'I'm goin' with you. "Abner did not immediately answer, but presently he replied: 'Look here, Sam Twitty; you come around after breakfast and tell me that ag'in. "Promptly after breakfast Sam appeared. "'Look a' here, said Captain Abner, when they had lighted their morning pipes, 'that ain't a bad notion of yours.
Another rowdy snatched off my new cap just because our people considered it a sin to go bareheaded. And, as I made my way, bleeding, with one hand to my lip and the other over my bare head, the company sent a shower of broken eggs and a chorus of jeers after me It was only a short distance from Abner's Court.
Abner's second book, in spirit and substance, was a good deal like his first: the man who has succeeded follows up his success, naturally, with something of the same sort. The new book was a novel, however, the first of the long series that Abner was to put forth with the prodigal ease and carelessness of Nature herself; and it was as gloomy, strenuous and positive as its predecessor.
"No," said Mulrady, hesitatingly. It had suddenly occurred to him that he had nowhere to go if he wanted to, and he continued, half in explanation, "I ain't reckoned much on Christmas, myself. Abner's at the Springs; it wouldn't pay him to come here for a day even if there was anybody here he cared to see. I reckon I'll hang round the shanty, and look after things generally.
Years ago, in the period of Abner's reaction from a blighted romance, she had chosen, without compunction, a mild-mannered, tame-spirited maiden for his wife. Without compunction, when the wedding was over, she had proceeded, from the best possible motives, to torment the tame-spirited maiden into her grave.
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