The Red Devil
In the year 1903 I bought my first automobile. It was a Ford. Even as early as that the inimitable Henry was at work; but this car was quite unlike the modern Ford. It had double opposed cylinders placed horizontally on either side of the crankshaft which was in the middle and in the fore and aft axis of the machine. The engine was said to develop eight horsepower—perhaps it did. There was a front seat for two passengers and two corner seats for two more in the small tonneau back of it. The tonneau was entered by a narrow door in the middle of the back; below it was a step to enable the passengers to get up and down. There was no cover. The car was painted a brilliant red.
I was very much elated over my new car which had been carefully tested before I bought it. The salesman, who was also the mechanic, drove me over all the rough roads and steep hills in the vicinity. I drove it down one of these steep hills myself to test the brakes. Under all these tests the car behaved very well, but I soon found that a good-sized repair bill was a necessary part of the program. I also found myself gaining a profound respect for the mechanic, that is for some mechanics. I also discovered that it was necessary to spend three hours looking for the source of any trouble and but three minutes in fixing it.
There was a beautiful drive along the river. Every evening after my working day was over and I had had supper (we did not call it dinner) I was in the habit of driving several miles down the river and back before the night shut in. In case I lingered and the darkness overtook me there was a brilliant headlight in the front of the car making the pathway as light as day. Usually some young lady of my acquaintance accompanied me on these drives. I was also fond of riding on Sunday afternoons. I asked Mrs. Henry to go with me one Sunday afternoon but she refused—she said it was wicked to take rides on Sunday.
“You might say that if I were driving a horse or an ass or anything that was myneighbor’s, Mrs. Henry,” said I, “but I am driving a soulless machine and it belongs to me.”
“Well, I don’t know very well just what the ins and outs are,” she replied, “but I don’t feel right when I go out driving on Sunday.”
Mr. Henry smiled—I knew he did not feel that much respect for Sunday—but when I asked him to go he declined; said he had a lot of writing to do, but I thought he was afraid.
I was determined to go and did not want to go alone. There was a baker’s daughter living on the same street. She was a very pretty girl, with a beautiful complexionand wonderful eyes. She had a smile and a kind word for everybody. When I asked her whether she would like to go she said: “yes she would, very much.” Now, that is what I like in a girl; I like a girl who knows her own mind.
Sally was a quiet girl, usually, but that afternoon she had a great deal to say. When she spoke she smiled at me, and she did not say a single unkind thing during the ride. I was very much pleased with Sally. I thought it would be nice to have her around all the time. I determined to take her again that evening; her mother told me, however, that she had gone to church with Jim Barkley. Jim was a bank cashier. He was getting a good salary and dressed very well. I looked at Mrs. Lunn with considerable interest. She was a very nice woman and her complexion was good, for she lived over a bakery, and spent much of her time in it. I had noticed that bakers and singers always had good complexions and were fat. Mrs. Lunn was fat, too—very fat. As I looked at her I said to myself: “that is how Sally will look in a few years,” and a chill stole over me.
I was living at a boarding house at this time. Several other members of the college faculty also boarded there. The food was pretty good but we were not very well satisfied. The dining table was rather small and was so full of dishes that the coffee pot was placed on the flooralongside of the hostess. We had pie at every meal—a fresh pie at lunch and supper, and pieces of left-over pie for breakfast. Of course we need not eat pie, but so much pie was disconcerting. That coffee pot on the floor was disconcerting also. One of the boarders disturbed us, too. He was a minister and a very good young man, but when he wanted a piece of pie he looked straight at it, like a pointer dog, untilsome one asked him to have a piece. I had boarded for two years and I was growing tired of boarding. My position as a teacher in Rochambeau College was pleasant but I was growing restless.
The next Saturday I started to drive my car to Trenton. I was fond of reading, and it was my custom to visit Traver’sbookstore in Trenton or Leary’s in Philadelphia and purchase several books at a time. These second hand books answered my purpose perfectly and were much cheaper than new books. Sometimes I also attended vendues in the country and bought books, but this was not usually very satisfactory.
I had driven about a mile down the river when I overtook two girls traveling afoot in the same direction. One of them was very pretty. I asked them to get in. They looked doubtfully at each other but finally accepted my invitation. The oldest one told me her name was Fanny Hilltop and the pretty girl was her younger sister, Mary.Mary was rather quiet but seemed very pleasant. She smiled very often and when she smiled she showed a very pretty set of very white teeth. I had always admired white teeth and pretty girls and Mary seemed very nice. We came to a cross road very soon and the girls said they must get down there, they lived about a mile up the side road. I told them I was out for a ride, which was true enough, and that I might as well take them home, but they warned me the road was rough and hilly.
I turned into the by-road and though it was rough and rocky got along very well for over half a mile; then we came to a short, very steep hill. The car snorted and puffed and finally stopped. I let it back down, put on full speed and went at it again. It stuck fast again. By this time the girls had grown nervous backing down the hill, so I pulled the car to one side of the road and we walked to their house up several hills and directly on top of a mountain overlooking two beautiful valleys, one on either side. Their house was a very pretty one painted white. I told Mary that they had a right to the name of Hilltop but she said I had misunderstood, it was Hillpot. “Oh,” said I, “that must be a mistake. I believe one of your ancestors was a poor speller and twisted the spelling.”
The girls invited me to come in and rest or at least to sit down on the porch awhile. I chose the latter. Themother came out after awhile and I was introduced. She was a pleasant-looking, motherly soul, quick-motioned and rather thin. Her face was seamed with fine wrinkles and her hands showed signs of hard usage. I liked her looks and I liked Mary, too. They invited me to stay to dinner and I accepted. Fanny went to help her mother with the dinner while Mary entertained me. The father and a half grown boy came in after awhile.
Old man Hillpot looked me over pretty sharply, and I thought I knew just what he was thinking, but I wasn’t thinking that at all. The boy looked at Mary and then at me and then he grinned and Mary’s eyes snapped. I knew what he thought and what she thought. The old lady had a pleasant smile on her face as if she never thought at all, but I knew that she was doing a heap more thinking than all the others put together; for she was figuring out what each one thought and then what she should do herself so that everything should come out all right. I was getting to like the old lady.
After dinner Mary and I went out on the porch. The old lady and Fanny washed the dishes. The old man and the boy went off to milk the cows but the boy winked at Mary before he started and her eyes snapped again. After we had talked awhile I excused myself to get a drink in the kitchen. The old lady was washing the dishes. She had a dish pan full of soapy water and adish cloth. First she scraped all the dishes as clean as possible; then she put them in the soapy water and rubbed them with the cloth; then she put them into another pan full of very hot water, took them out and laid them on the table. I got a towel and wiped them for her. She said:
“This isn’t the first time you wiped dishes.”
“How do you know?” I replied.
“Because you washed your hands first, and you don’t touch the dishes with your hands.”
“Yes,” I said, “I used to help my mother.”
“Is your mother living?” she asked.
“No,” I answered, “she died two years ago.”
“Oh, you poor boy,” she said; and she looked at me very sorrowfully.
Mary had come into the kitchen by this time but I thought she seemed somewhat bored. Pretty soon the old man and the boy came back and we all went out on the porch and had a real folksy talk. The boy was very much interested in the college and asked me a great many questions about it. He said he thought of going to college if it didn’t cost too much. I told him it would be all right to go to college but I hoped after he got out he would come back and help his father farm. He said he didn’t know about that and grinned at the old man; but the old man seemed very quiet; he just sat andlistened; sometimes I thought he seemed a little sad. He appeared to be very fond of Fanny; he often looked at her, and when he did a pleasant look came over his face.
The old lady asked me to come again, real cordially, and then we all shook hands and I started off.
It was beginning to get dark when I reached the car. I was just ready to turn the crank when I heard some one say: “Get up Billy.” I looked up and found a pretty girl in a falling top was trying to make her horse pass the machine. He was frightened and wouldn’t go and the girl seemed to be frightened too.
It was the law in those days that when a person driving a horse met an auto and held up a hand, the auto driver must drive to the side of the road, stop his car and lead the horse past the machine. So I went to the horse’s head and led him past the machine. When we had gone a short distance up the road I asked the girl whether she could drive him now? She said she was afraid of him, he might run away. She didn’t like to drive anyhow but there was no one to drive her that afternoon so she had hitched up the horse herself. I told her I would drive her home if it was not too far. She said her house was only half a mile up the road, so I got in and took the reins. The horse was old and stiff, but as his nose was pointed toward home and oats he made steady progress and we soon arrived. I had introducedmyself to the lady who informed me that her name was Horner, that she taught school in the neighborhood and boarded at the farm house to which we were going. I remarked that Horner was a rural name and smelled of the dairy at which she managed to crack a smile. We had come by a side road at the last, down into a valley, over a bridge and up the other side to the farm house.
The farmer came out and held the horse while I helped the lady out. By this time the mother and her two daughters, Sarah and Jane Oldit, had come out and been introduced. We sat on the porch for awhile and then I started for home once more murmuring: Hilltop, Hillpot, Horner, Oldit!
Rochambeau College was denominational and of the blue Presbyterian order, under the care of the Synod. This connection was, however, almost purely theoretical and we were very much left alone to our own devices so long as no attempt was made by the President or members of the Faculty to blow loud heretical trumpets. Most of the members of the Board of Trustees were good fellows, mildly interested in the church and very much interested in educating young men. This real interest was manifested in an unmistakeable manner bytheir steady contributions to the College finances which at this time were not in too flourishing a condition. Not a few of the Trustees were depriving themselves of luxuries and even necessities in order that the Faculty might have decent living conditions. Not all the members of the Faculty appreciated this, but I did. Most of the members of our Board were earnest men worthy of respect and I, for one, did thoroughly respect them. The President, Dr. Camden, was a genial old chap, prone to discover all sorts of excellencies in the members of his Faculty and active in proclaiming them to the Board and to the world. He used the same methods with the students and was able to rule without despotism.
Some of his methods were, however quite near the border line which divides the good from the bad, and aroused the condemnation of some more rigid members of the Faculty who were rich enough to be independent. In most cases his makeshift measures were made necessary by lack of funds, and were, therefore, forgivable.
On my return home I found a letter awaiting me, and next morning, after my first class had recited I went to see the President. He came peering into the room with a frown on his face. On recognizing me his face lighted up and he advanced with both hands open and a beaming face.
“My dear Brown! I am so glad to see you.”
“I came over, Doctor,” said I, “to see whether you would be so good as to advise me? I have just had an offer from Ashton University, and am undecided what I had better do. I like my work very much here but they have offered me more money.”
“It is very good of you, Brown, to come to me at once and I appreciate it. I should be very sorry to have you leave, and if you will tell me whether a small addition to your salary will induce you to stay I will ask the Trustees to add, let us say, $200.00 to your allowance. But now, my dear fellow I must ask you to do me a favor. You know that Professor Last is to leave us at the end of the year and I want you to teach Metallurgy. Only two lectures a week for one term, you know?”
“But, Doctor, I am not posted on Metallurgy.”
“Oh, but I feel sure you can do excellently well. It is very simple. You put the ore and fuel into a furnace, light the fire and there you are. And Brown! now we have settled that, I want you to take tea with me to-morrow evening. I must try to see more of you. I must see that you are taken care of.”
I laughed, thanked the Doctor, said I would come, and took my leave.
The next evening six people sat down at the President’s table: the Doctor and his wife, his niece, Kitty Camden and her brother Searles, Miss Hetty Poiret andmyself. Kitty Camden was tall and stately while Hetty Poiret was quite small, with a rather shy manner and a sweet smile. Searles was younger than his sister, rather boyish in manner but a nice ingenuous lad. He was tall like his sister and nervous; his hands twitched, and he threw out his head from time to time as if his collar hurt him.
“There are several ages represented here,” said the Doctor, “I think I must tell my frog story.”
“Oh, no, Henry!” said his wife.
“Do, Doctor!” I broke in, “I have never heard it, and I like your stories.”
“There, Helen,” said the Doctor, “you see one person likes my stories.”
“We all like them, Doctor,” said Hetty Poiret.
“Well,” he began, “there is a place down below Philadelphia where the Schuylkill empties into the Delaware. The shores are low, flat and marshy. Tall grass grows down to the river’s edge; and here the tiny little frogs gather in the shallows as evening falls and peep shrilly: Schuyl—kill! Schuyl—kill! Schuyl—kill!
“Further up the river a creek flows in. There are trees along the bank. There is a very narrow beach with the banks rising abruptly and prevented from falling in by the tree roots. Here the middle-sized frogs gatherin the evenings and call in middle-sized voices: Wis—sa—he—con! Wis—sa—he—con! Wis—sa—he—con!
“Further up, the stream is deeper. There are high banks which shelve off rapidly into deeper water. Along the edges solemn shadows form as the sun sets, and here the big bullies gather and croak in solemn tones: Man—yunk! Man—yunk! Man—yunk!”
“I like that story,” said Helen, “it is cute.”
“Yes, I like it, Doctor, that’s a good one,” I said.
“You never told me that one before,” said Kitty Camden, reproachfully.
The Doctor laughed. Then he began telling us about his travels. His wife had accompanied him, and occasionally she broke into the narrative to remind him of something he had forgotten. I have forgotten most of what he told us but I remember one part clearly. He said they had traveled over the Splugen on the Via Mala in a one-horse victoria driven by a black-browed, surly Italian. Coming down the southern slopes they passed through great groves of giant chestnuts. Nothing else would grow there, for immense rocks covered the surface and made cultivation impossible. These trees bore crops of the large Italian chestnuts with which we are familiar from seeing them on our fruit stands. These are gathered by the peasants and stored in bags in the lofts overhead until they are well dried. They are then takendown and beaten with sticks. This breaks the hulls which are winnowed out. The meat is then beaten to flour in mortars andpolentaor mush made of it which forms almost the only food of the peasants.
As Trenton had not been reached the preceding Saturday, I determined to try again and to take Sally with me. Sally said she would be delighted to go. Next morning at about eight we were ready for the trip. It was a beautiful morning and Sally was as sparklingly pretty as a morning daisy. It was a pleasure to look at her. She had a parcel done up in paper which I stored in the tonneau. When I turned the crank nothing happened. I turned the crank again—still nothing happened. At the third turn there were two explosions and then silence. Fourth turn, ditto. Fifth turn, the engine ran for some time and just as we were ready to move stopped again. By this time my patience had a very thin edge, but, fortunately, the next turn gave the desired result and we were off.
My car had a serious defect: the radiator was too small and the water grew hot and boiled about every three miles. If there was much climbing the distance traveled before this happened was less. In consequence it was necessary to let the boiling water escape and provide afresh charge, which required frequent running to the pump with a collapsible bucket.
About three miles from our starting place we reached a roadside spring and I replaced the water and plied the oil can. Not many yards below the spring we overtook a young lady walking in the direction we were going. It was Miss Horner on her way to the village just below. We stopped and asked her to ride with us. She was on her way to her school for some books which had been forgotten. On reaching the school we were invited to inspect it. It was an old-fashioned place, painted yellow outside, with a large coal stove at one side and blackboards surrounding the room on all the available wall space. There was a bench before the teacher’s desk on which the lazy or naughty pupils stood during the noon or recess periods.
After we left her Sally was very inquisitive. She wanted to know who she was, where she came from, how and where I had met her. Satisfied on these points we proceeded happily on our way. Presently the car began to steam and I to look for a watering place. The canal was close to the road, and after considerable searching I found a place where it was possible to reach the water with my bucket. I succeeded in doing so after some stretching but in lifting the bucket the weight of the water overbalanced me and down into the water I slid.
Sally cried out in alarm but wasted no time in thrusting a stick from the roadside into my hands. Then I was slowly and carefully pulled in and helped up the bank. I was in a pretty pickle. Wet from head to foot; my collar and shirt in collapse; my shoes filled with water, and my hat gone. I told Sally it did not matter. It was warm and I would soon dry off. As for my hat and collar I could replace them at the next country store. She said I was very brave and she was proud of me; and as she said this her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were full of rosy color. I had been very much surprised at her prompt, vigorous action in helping me and also at the strength she displayed. With her permission I removed my coat and shoes and laid them to dry in the tonneau. Then with a considerable increase in cordiality we once more took the road. At frequent intervals we were obliged to water the car and might fairly be said to have worked our passage. At Lehnenburg or Monroe we entered the red shale country which extends to Trenton and below. In many places this shale is covered with river sand or is replaced by sandstone rock belonging to the same formation but less strongly colored with iron oxide. Over roads varying in character but mostly bad we proceeded. From Erwinna to Point Pleasant the road was especially bad, being both rocky and muddy. By careful driving I managed to avoid splashing the carvery badly. At New Hope we crossed the river and proceeded toward Trenton. It was now time for lunch and we drew up by the roadside under a maple and Sally produced her package which contained a lunch fit for kings. This we discussed amid a cheerful rain of jokes and chaff.
After lunch we proceeded and soon entered State Street and turned down South Broad. There were few cars in those days and no traffic policemen so that we could turn the car on South Broad and draw up before the bookstore.
I was a great admirer of Stockton and Stevenson and so I found was Sally. In the stock of second hand books by these authors we found copies of “The Lady and the Tiger,” “The Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine,” “The Christmas Wreck” and “Amos Kilbright” by Stockton and “The Black Arrow,” “Kidnapped” and “The Strange Case of Mr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” by Stephenson. These we considered a great find and the price was very reasonable. They were stowed in the tonneau and Sally took her seat while I turned the crank. This time we started off without trouble.
We had got as far as Lambertville on the return when trouble with the car began to develop. The engine would run properly for awhile and then it would slow down and almost stop, then it would start running properly again.This continued until we were several miles above New Hope. Here the engine gave out completely. After trying in vain to start it again I abandoned hope and Sally and I pushed the car to the roadside and started off for help. We walked nearly a mile before we came to a house. I knocked at the door which was opened by a nice-looking boy of about ten years. In answer to my enquiry he said his Pop was at the barn and if we would sit down he would go after him. Presently the boy’s mother came in and we told her the car had broken down. She thought we had better spend the night there and go on in the morning. She had a spare room which we might use. I thought further explanations were in order and the old lady said if I would be content with a cot the young lady might have the spare room and I could sleep in the attic. I thanked her and, after consulting Sally, accepted. When the farmer came in we found nothing else could be done. He promised to drive me to New Hope in the morning and get a mechanic. I lay awake for a long time wondering what could be the matter. Finally it occurred to me that the gasoline might have given out. The next morning we had an early breakfast and the farmer and I drove to the car. Sure enough we found the tank as dry as a bone. Then we went on to New Hope and after some searching found gasoline and partly filled the tank. After turning the engine overseveral times it caught and we drove up to the house. Sally seemed to be worried but she said very little. On the way home she said she was afraid her mother might worry and wished there were some way to get word to her. I suggested that we telegraph but we found all the offices closed.
About 11 o’clock we reached home. I went in with Sally. Her mother seemed worried. She said she had been very much distressed by our non-arrival the night before and looked at me searchingly. I told her I had been very stupid but she must remember I had run a car only a short time and was not very experienced. Sally said she was sure I was not to blame.
The next day I needed some money and went to the bank. Jim Barkley waited on me and after he had cashed the check said:
“I hear you were stalled the other day because you had no gasoline? Pretty slick excuse.”
“No,” I said, “do you think so?”
“Ho, ho,” he said, “ho, ho!”
“He, he,” I said, “he, he!”
He looked pretty black at this but said nothing more.
I went to call on Sally that evening and she greeted me with smiles. She wanted to know whether I had caught cold? I said no, I had not. She told me she thought Jim Barkley was very disagreeable. He had been makingnasty remarks about me. He had told Hetty Poiret that I was a prig. She thought he was very ugly-tempered and very stupid. Before I left she asked me whether I often took cold. I said I did. She advised me if I felt I was taking cold to soak my feet in hot water in a wooden bucket, the water should be very hot and contain a teaspoonful of soda. Then I must wipe my feet with a dry, hot towel and get into bed. She did not say retire, she said get into bed. I had not had such advice since my mother died two years before. She looked very earnest and very much concerned as she said it. It was not a romantic speech but somehow I liked to have her say it.
The following Saturday I planned to take a trip to Doylestown. I had some relatives there whom I had not seen for some time and Fanny and Mary Hillpot had agreed to go with me. Their cousin lived there. I was doubtful about my ability to drive my car to the Hillpot house and experiment proved my doubt to be well founded. By making a strong spurt I succeeded in getting up the first hill but stuck fast on the second. I climbed the rest of the hill afoot. Mary was as pretty as a picture and I admired her very much. She certainly had beautiful teeth and was all smiles when Iarrived. The girls were soon ready and we walked to the car and started. Mary was beside me and Fanny in the tonneau with some wraps, two umbrellas and some lunch. We were nearing Kintnersville when dark clouds began to pile up on the horizon and presently it began to rain. The girls were in the tonneau each with an umbrella and I was on the front seat with a rubber coat and hat. The rain came down in bucketfuls and then began to blow. The water collected in a pool on the front seat and ran down my leg into my shoe. The girls’ feet and skirts got wet and Mary began to cry. Fanny was just as wet but she laughed and seemed to be enjoying herself. I drove as rapidly as possible and got under a shed at Ferndale. Mary was as cross as a wet hen. Her hair had lost its curl, her hat was awry and she showed neither smile nor white teeth. The girls went into the hotel and after quite a long stay came out somewhat drier and ready to proceed. But Mary was sulky and disagreeable. After the shower passed over we started again, but now there was mud everywhere—thin splashy red mud that flew over everything. At Pipersville Hill it was necessary for the girls to walk up the hill and their feet were very muddy and wet. Between Pipersville and Plumstedville there was a swampy spot where the car stuck fast. Fanny helped me get stones to put under the wheels while Mary sat on the fence and glowered at us.Finally we got started again and reached Doylestown. Here we separated. While I was visiting my cousins a hostler washed the car and after it was ready I drove around, took the girls in and started for home. We got back without accident and then I visited the Oldit place. Sarah and Jane were at home but Miss Horner had not arrived. We sat on the front porch and the girls raked over the characters of all the neighbors. I found they had had a disagreement also with Miss Horner. There were several vicious digs given after she arrived and I departed somewhat depressed.
The next evening I took Sally to Dr. Camden’s to call on the young visitors. We found Jim Barkley there. He paid marked attention to Hetty Poiret all the evening. Occasionally he glanced at Sally or me but we avoided him as much as possible. We did not have a very pleasant evening. Searles and Kitty had been quarreling and were still skirmishing. We left early and walked home in the moonlight.
The next morning people who met me looked unusually pleasant and seemed amused. I could not understand it until I reached Sally’s house again. She met me at the door and called to her mother as I came in:
“Here he is mother! Now we shall see!”
“Did you know,” she said turning to me, “that Jim Barkley says that you were in Doylestown yesterday driving two girls in a red devil as drunk as a lord?”
“No,” I replied, “I did not. I was in Doylestown driving my red car and Fanny and Mary Hillpot were with me but I was not drunk. I had had nothing at all to drink.”
“There, Mother,” said Sally, “I told you he did not drink.”
“And did you know,” she continued, “that he says we stayed at a farm house together on Saturday night, and then he winks.”
“The dirty dog,” I said, “I think I can stop his mouth.”
Sally and her mother were both in tears but I comforted them by telling them that I would bring the farmer and his wife up next day. I did so and drove around to Dr. Camden’s house. I told the Doctor my story and asked him to question the farmer and his wife. He agreed to this and did so. Then I drove them to the bank and asked Mr. Davis, the President of the bank to listen to them in Jim Barkley’s presence. Jim declared that he had been misquoted but I brought Hetty Poiret to the bank to contradict him. Then I took the farmer and his wife back home after warmly thanking them.
That evening I went again to see Sally. She blushed beautifully as she opened the door. “Sally!” I said, “I came here to tell you that you are the dearest, sweetest, prettiest, smartest, nicest girl in the world, and that I love you, love you, love you.”
“Oh, do you?” said Sally, “I am so glad.”
“Did you ever hear of the young man whose ecstasy was so great under similar conditions that he broke the poor girl’s ribs?” I did not break Sally’s ribs but I held her tight and she laughed and her eyes sparkled and then she cried a little. Presently she said she must tell her father and mother. They all came in presently and shook hands with me and her mother kissed me. “If Sally loves you I must too,” she said, and then she wiped her eyes. They both looked sad. “You know, she is our baby,” her father said, “and it is pretty hard to lose her. Please be good to her.”
I said: “I don’t think I am much account, but Sally says she loves me and I’m sure I love her, and I will promise you to be good to her and try to be a better man every day.”
Well, we had a fashionable wedding in a month from that time. Jim Barkley was not present because he was looking for another job in New York. Sally and I have been married now for twenty years and have two fineboys in college. Sally is getting as round as a dumpling, but I like her so much I never notice what she looks like. Neither do the boys. So much kindness shines from her eyes when she looks at us that we see nothing else.
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Transcriber’s NotesNote:The transcriber has corrected what were deemed to be obvious printer’s errors and normalized hyphenation where a predominant variant could be found. Archaic spellings have been retained. Changes to the text are listed below:Pg. iii: Added missing comma: ‘Writer and Speaker Fearless Publicist’ to ‘Writer and Speaker, Fearless Publicist’Pg. 12: Missing close-quote inserted: ‘for bread at the store.’ to ‘for bread at the store.”’Pg. 12: Missing close-quote inserted: ‘“Hi! said Reddy’ to ‘“Hi!” said Reddy’Pg. 14: Corrected typo: ‘loaves of bred’ to ‘loaves of bread’Pg. 16: Corrected typo: ‘crows feet’ to ‘crow’s feet’Pg. 17: Missing open-quote inserted: ‘z-z-z.”’ to ‘“z-z-z.”’Pg. 23: Corrected typo: ‘there came a knockiing’ to ‘there came a knocking’Pg. 24: Missing open-quote inserted: ‘said the archer, that must’ to ‘said the archer, “that must’Pg. 25: Missing open-quote inserted: ‘she replied, and you will’ to ‘she replied, “and you will’Pg. 29: Missing open-quote inserted: ‘ said I, but trample’ to ‘ said I, “but trample’Pg. 32: Corrected capitalization: ‘ishmaelite’ to ‘Ishmaelite’Pg. 39: Normalized hyphenation. Predominantly spaced: ‘with some-one else’ to ‘with some one else’Pg. 41: Added missing period to contraction: ‘Castel de St Angelo’ to ‘Castel de St. Angelo’Pg. 42: Normalized hyphenation. Hyphenated elsewhere: ‘first hand information’ to ‘first-hand information’Pg. 46: Fixed word mix-up: ‘pointing to the guide’ to ‘pointing to the policeman’Pg. 49: Corrected typo: ‘Baptisery’ to ‘Baptistery’Pg. 61: Corrected typo: ‘the assembled anaeobists’ to ‘the assembled anaerobists’Pg. 65: Missing word added: ‘a blank stare a’ to ‘a blank stare and a’Pg. 76: Added missing punctuation: ‘part of the way the rest’ to ‘part of the way; the rest’Pg. 84: Corrected typo: ‘should weight at least’ to ‘should weigh at least’Pg. 94: Moved wrongly placed quote marks: ‘“It is too bad said her mother,”’ to ‘“It is too bad,” said her mother,’Pg. 97: Added hyphen for consistency. Hyphenated elsewhere: ‘nice looking’ to ‘nice-looking’Pg. 97: Removed two extra periods: ‘with photo., Box. 28’ to ‘with photo, Box 28’Pg. 103: Added missing comma at quote close: ‘ you know” said Sam’ to ‘ you know,” said Sam’Pg. 107: Missing close-quote inserted at para end: ‘how to control it.’ to ‘how to control it.”’Pg. 110: Corrected typo: ‘a dark stirway’ to ‘a dark stairway’Pg. 118: Corrected typo: ‘millenium’ to ‘millennium’Pg. 123: Changed upper case to lower after comma: ‘Very well, You are’ to ‘Very well, you are’Pg. 138: Corrected spacing for consistency. Spaced out elsewhere: ‘Body o’me!’ to ‘Body o’ me!’Pg. 138:Note:Named Jabez Short later in the textPg. 139: Corrected typo: ‘The horesman on the right’ to ‘The horseman on the right’Pg. 139: Added missing open-quote: ‘Thou wilt die’ to ‘“Thou wilt die’Pg. 140: Removed extra close-quote: ‘or his ghost.” Thinkest thou’ to ‘or his ghost. Thinkest thou’Pg. 141: Changed upper to lower case after comma: ‘Whethamstede, Quoted by’ to ‘Whethamstede, quoted by’Pg. 147: Removed duplicate word: ‘and and myn ownkll’ to ‘and myn ownkll’Pg. 152: Added missing apostrophe: ‘that was my neighbors’ to ‘that was my neighbor’s’Pg. 154: Normalized hyphenation. Predominantly spaced: ‘until someone asked him’ to ‘until some one asked him’Pg. 154: Normalized spacing; unspaced elsewhere: ‘Traver’s book store’ to ‘Traver’s bookstore’Pg. 157: Missing close-quote inserted: ‘“Yes, I said,’ to ‘“Yes,” I said,’Pg. 161: Removed extra open-quote: ‘“I laughed’ to ‘I laughed’Pg. 162: Removed extra close-quote: ‘said Hetty Poiret.”’ to ‘said Hetty Poiret.’Pg. 163: Added missing comma at quote close: ‘like that story” said Helen’ to ‘like that story,” said Helen’Pg. 173: Added missing comma, open-quote and corrected typo: ‘she continued that he says we stayed at a farm house together on Saturady’ to ‘she continued, “that he says we stayed at a farm house together on Saturday’Pg. 173: Removed extra open-quote at para start: ‘“Sally and her mother’ to ‘Sally and her mother’Pg. 174: Missing close-quote inserted: ‘poor girl’s ribs?’ to ‘poor girl’s ribs?”’
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Note:The transcriber has corrected what were deemed to be obvious printer’s errors and normalized hyphenation where a predominant variant could be found. Archaic spellings have been retained. Changes to the text are listed below: