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From: | Patrick Stout |
Subject: | [bug-GIFT] New Year's Day |
Date: | Fri, 8 Sep 2006 21:15:41 -0400 |
Sorrow and the weight of sin eventually bring some
of them to seethe error of their way.
It seemed sointeresting to be working for a drug
store thus intimatelyconnected with a theater.
Other boys did not do such things, andbesides,
somehow it seemed shabby and even degrading.
Her large, strong hand shook the least bit as
itheld the small note aloft. It was that old mass yearning for a likeness in all
things thattroubled them, and him.
It seemed sointeresting to be working for a drug
store thus intimatelyconnected with a theater. Clydecould see no way to dressing
better than he did.
She has chosen to go herown way, for a time, for
some reason. What was the good of it, he askedhimself? Consequently there was no
immediate result to all this.
O GOD, THOU KNOWEST MY FOOLISHNESS, AND MY SINS ARE
NOT HID FROMTHEE.
Yeh, I guess thats so, the other assented, taking
in thepeculiar cast of the boys head and face. To be able to talk to a girl after
the mannerand with the sang-froid of some of these gallants! He surrendered it and
sheunfolded it, reading it quickly. Come in here, she called to her husband, I
wantto talk to you a minute.
LOOK, THEN, NOT UPON THE WINE WHEN IT IS RED: IT
BITETH LIKE ASERPENT, AND STINGETH LIKE AN ADDER.
He cant understand all this stuff,
anyhow.
He surrendered it and sheunfolded it, reading it
quickly. She mustsee something of the world for herself, I suppose.
Yet she had neither Clydes force, nor, on the other
hand, hisresistance. There were the long bright streets of a morning andafternoon
after school or of an evening. The small company entered the yellow unprepossessing
door anddisappeared.
He would work and save hismoney and be
somebody.
Within her was a chemism of dreams which
somehowcounteracted all they had to say.
And to this day,in his own home he had heard
nothing of all this.
For Clyde was as vain and proud as he was poor.
Louishe had a preacher friend who would wed them.
For Clyde was as vain and proud as he was poor.
Within her was a chemism of dreams which somehowcounteracted all they had to say.
His younger sister and brother might be tooyoung to care.
Why didnt they search more if there was hope
offinding her? If only he had looked first, silentlyand to himself!
And always he wasthinking of what he would do, once
he reached the place where hecould get away. All the joys of life would then most
certainly be spreadbefore him.
This search revealing nothing, Clyde and he had
walked to a corner,then along Missouri Avenue. FOR THERE SHALL BE NO REWARD TO THE
EVIL MAN.
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