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Updated: June 10, 2025
Eliza, you remember I said I had business in New York, and so I had. I went to Densie Densmore. I professed sorrow for the past. I made her believe me, and then laid a most diabolical plan. Money will do anything, and I had more than people supposed. I had a mother, too, at that time, a woman old and infirm, and good, even if I was her son. To her I went with a tale, half false, half true.
Before I was fully aware of it I had drawn very near to the first great junction-point of my life, my graduation from Densmore Academy. We were to "change cars," in the language of Principal Haime.
Opposed by a loyalty such as Io's he could only be silent and wait. In the next few weeks she was very good to him. Not only did she lunch with him several times, but she came to the Saturday nights of The House With Three Eyes, sometimes with Archie Densmore alone, more often with a group of her own set, after a dinner or a theater party.
And I graduated from Densmore Academy, the best school in our city, in the 80's, without having been taught even the rudiments of citizenship. Knowledge was presented to us as a corpse, which bit by bit we painfully dissected.
Captain Tolliver and his wife, the Trescotts, the Hinckleys, with Mr. Cornish and Giddings, were put down by Jim; and to these we added the influential new people, the Alexanders, who came with the cement-works, of which Mr. Alexander was president, Mr. Densmore, who controlled the largest of the elevators, and Mr.
It was a dirty trick! Forget it! After you were lagged we decided to turn over a new leaf and be honest. We've been honest inside the law, at any rate and we've made money. Come and take your share of it and forgive!" "We were brutes!" Densmore agreed. They were both bending over Stanley. Somehow or other his hands stole out to them. Mr. Bundercombe and I strolled outside. "You might tell Mr.
For an hour he sits intently thinking. He reviews the past. At the recollection of his school days and the first love he had experienced for Martha Densmore, a sigh escapes his lips. "I might have been happy, had I married her," he says to himself. "But then I should not have become a lawyer. What good have I done in the law? I have been the buffer for a heartless corporation.
"Thank you," and Alice's ringing laugh cut the winter air as she followed Densie Densmore, the doctor carefully wrapping her cloak about her, and asking if her fur was pulled up sufficiently around her neck. "It's very cold," he said, glancing up at the glittering stars, scarcely brighter than the blue eyes flashing on him.
And then, without more ado, I opened the gate and was gone.... That night, though I did not realize it, my journey into a Far Country was begun. The misery that followed this incident had one compensating factor. Although too late to electrify Densmore and Principal Haime with my scholarship, I was determined to go to college now, somehow, sometime.
"You've played," he said. "No: I've never played. I've knocked the ball about a little." "Where?" "Out in Santa Barbara. With the stable-boys." So simply was it said that Densmore returned, quite as simply: "Were you a stable-boy?" "No such luck, then. Just a kid, out of a job." Densmore dismounted, handed reins and mallet to the visitor and said, "Try a shot or two."
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