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Updated: June 7, 2025
"It was all right to make him president of the lib'ry association when he built the lib'ry, make him a deacon when he gave the organ for the meetin'-house, give him a banquet and nineteen speeches tellin' him he was the biggest man on earth when he put the stone watering-trough in all that was all right for them that thought it was all right. But when you let 'Kittle-belly' Bickford "
She's in the lib'ry, eh?" Yep, I was doin' my best. We'd exchanged the greetin's of the season and was camped cozy in a corner davenport just big enough for two, while I was explainin' how tough it was not havin' her along for the drive, and I'd collected one of her hands casual, pattin' it sort of absent-minded, when say, no trained bloodhound has anything on Aunty!
The samples of art on the walls struck me as a bit gaudy too, and I was tryin' to guess how it would seem if you had to live in that sort of clutter continual, when out through the slidin' doors from the lib'ry appears Sappy the Constant. "The poor prune!" thinks I. "I wonder if I've got time to work up some scheme of puttin' the skids under him?"
Anyway, you know when to sidestep the nutty ones, don't you?" Anybody might of thought, to see me sittin' there in the Ellins lib'ry, leanin' back luxurious in a big red leather chair lookin' over the latest magazines, that I'd been promoted from head office boy to heir apparent or something like that.
And, sure enough, by holdin' the pad under the big electrolier in the lib'ry, we could trace out the address. "Huh!" says I. "The Maison Maxixe, one of them new trot palaces! Ring up a taxi, Jarvis." Didn't happen to be up around there yourself that night, did you?
And say, after I'd read one of 'em I didn't see how it was we didn't have a crowd throwin' money at us. It was good readin', too, almost as excitin' as a nickel lib'ry. I'd never been right next to a gold mine before, and it got me bug eyed just thinkin' about it.
He say tell yo' he gwine tek it mighty hawd yo' no come ter gib him de sti'up-cup." "And my father?" "Gone to de lib'ry to wait fo' Massa Pengarbin; yis, Missa." She turned away, shuddering at this mention of the factor for whose coming the master would wait long and in vain, and I heard her murmur: "Oh, the horror of this night!"
Leavitt as I do. I wa'n't goin' to mention it; but but well, he's a book reader." "A what?" says I. "Reads books," says she. "Just reads and reads and reads. He's got what he calls our circulatin' lib'ry in a room he's fixed up over the store. Lends out books at five cents a week, you know. But, land! he reads more of 'em himself than any ten customers.
Say, while I was scrubbin' off some of the inkstains and smoothin' down my hair with the silver-backed brushes I felt like a young blood gettin' ready for a party. Then after awhile I strolls down to the lib'ry and makes myself to home some more. It's a comf'table place, with lots of big easy-chairs, nice pictures on the wall, and no end of bookshelves.
G'wan, Chieftain, er Mister Car-na-gy here'll be after givin' us a lib'ry." Chieftain, and Tim, too, for that matter, were nearer actual freedom than ever before. For years the big Norman had used his magnificent muscles only for straining at the traces. He had trod only the hard pavements.
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