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Chapter 5 A MOMENT OF FORGIVENESS.

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genuine affection he took my hand, and all the enmity I had held against him was gone in a moment. He said that the boilers of the Red Fox had blown off t

elephant is flat o

all liked you, but hang it all, Maurice, you did appear just

ng is prouder than a nerve. I have told you that before I made a venture I studied for the st

society women, you know. The main trouble is, you didn't begin early enou

or is popular with the

bring the people around to an appreciation of a true artist, but popularity doesn't compel the critics to deliver a favorable verdict. It isn't with acting as it is with writing, you know.

wouldn

is in it. I don't expect to be an artist, you know-I don'

of truth-"I would rather stand high as the exponent of any art that

that there are such men-they give the other fellows a chance. A

ft to commune with myself, and under that strange sharpening of self-judgment which illness or a nervous

urt you,

nough to laugh, "you simply

or the stage. You've got a good sense of humor and a first-rate conception of character; you a

my vanity, but because he had sent back

't work while jerked about the country-I've tried it-and jus

your mind on it and the

re to share it with me. I am promised a reading by Mrs.

sn't injured. Say, haven't told you about Mrs. Hatch. She wasn't hurt-we were at the stern, and you must have been over the boilers. Well, she's gone on to Memphis in a rush. Old Norton telegra

o pay salaries. "Yes, Sir, Tabb wasn't a bad fellow," he went on. "By the by, he made a bet that he would r

taking it, I told him no

to hide his eyes from me. "You know it was only a guy. And haven't I come to tell y

s a target for ridicule. But I did not merit the supercilious airs with which Miss Hatch had treated me, and toward her I had not entered into a forgiving mood, though now

ection for congressman from the state-at-large, halting to comment upon the views set forth and making slow gestures with his hat. It was a local journal, but it had reproduced the political opinions of other publications, and these the Senator read with sharp avidity. I asked him if he thought he could find any theatrical news, but he cut me off with his hat, and gave me a paragraph on beet sug

from Tomlinson's great speech. But it's ge

he might tire himself pursuing

m election here this fall. Of course I'm a candidate for re?lection-the Senate couldn't get along without me-and I don't know that I've got but one very bitter enemy, and he is none other than the editor of this sheet, Sir," he said, striking the newspaper with his hat. "For a long time he was my friend and supporter, but

The giant placed the tray of dishes upon a chair and lighted a hanging lamp.

ease sit down

lied, seating himself, and under hi

stilts and walk on the ground. I ha

even his wink should be deliberate. "And don't you think, Sir, that it would

shington. At any rate the stage has had qui

ount of you

count of m

ho know not the Lord shall at la

. I wish you'd pour

out the coffee, and returned to the chair

hant," he repeated,

" said I, "you have set about to return a good for an evil. Th

e Ethiopian race. In slavery we served an apprenticeship to enlightenment. Wisdom could not have

hilosopher,

greater, than a phil

hing. By the way, tell me something

am at liberty to tell nothing,

a shrewd politi

is not dull. He was my f

s head, and I know that had not the blackness of his skin prevented it he would have blushed in his disg

s must come once in a while. You remind me of an old f

f the fence and offered to mortgage his crop to the Lord for one more chance. Yas, Sah-I mean yes, Sir," he added, the sh

eedn't sit with me to-night. I don't need you; I am not so badly hurt as th

id, turning upon me with a look of kind

at's al

door. "Brother Washington, I didn't mean to be flippant

the tray, to halt and resume his predetermined fight

door, Brothe

r, that you ha

ay-some o

as so much of pleading in his look, so much that was martyr-like in his silence, that out of pity it arose to my mind to

ington," I said, as he

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