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Chit-Chat; Nirvana; The Searchlight   By: (1866-)

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CHIT CHAT

NIRVANA

THE SEARCHLIGHT

by

MATT J. HOLT

[Illustration: Winter of 1918. Mt. Adamello Sled Dogs, Veterans of the Italian Army.]

Louisville Westerfield Bonte Co. Inc. 1920

Copyrighted 1920 by the Author

INDEX.

CHAPTER PAGE

CHIT CHAT

I. CHIT CHAT 1

II. CORNWALL MEETS A MOUNTAIN MAID 11

III. CORNWALL LOCATES IN HARLAN 18

IV. A WEEK IN A MOUNTAIN HOME 27

V. THE SAYLORS MOVE TO THE BLUEGRASS 39

VI. CORNWALL BUYS A HOME 44

VII. MARY AND JOHN PROGRESS 60

VIII. DOROTHY AND BRADFORD ROSAMOND AND CORNWALL 72

IX. THE SAYLOR FAMILY 87

X. MARY AND JOHN ARE MARRIED 103

XI. HOME LIFE 114

SEEING ITALY AT MRS. O'FLANNAGAN'S EXPENSE

I. SEEING ITALY AT MRS. O'FLANNAGAN'S EXPENSE 127

II. "Y" SERVICE 139

III. JOHN CORNWALL TRAVELS A BIT AND RETURNS HOME 161

IV. TWO CANDIDATES 172

NIRVANA

NIRVANA 181

A CONSCIOUS MUMMY 198

DOCTOR BROWN OF DANVILLE 213

RICHARD HAWKWOOD 225

THE SEARCHLIGHT

THE SEARCHLIGHT 269

CHIT CHAT.

CHAPTER I.

I thought to write a book entitled: "Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow." How much is buried in the wreckage of yesterday how uninteresting today is and how little is to be done our burden we shift to the strong, young shoulders of tomorrow; tomorrow of the big heart, who in kindness hides our sorrows and whispers only of hope. I ended by writing, this which I have called "Chit Chat," thus classifying the book, knowing that such a book if true to name will picture the age and find a publisher.

I have read in the Arabian Book of Knowledge that "thoughts are Tartars, vagabonds; imprison all thou canst not slay," and have seen fit to follow this suggestion and the advice given a Turkish author

"That none may dub thee tactless dund'rhead, Confine thy pen to light chit chat, And rattle on as might a letter! For ninety nine of every hundred Hate learning and what's more than that, The hundredth man likes berresh better."

So I present to you, gentle or gallant reader, as the case may be, and quite informally, John Cornwall.

He was born at 702 West Chestnut Street, Louisville, Kentucky, on the 12th day of May, 1872. His mother was a widow; and before the days of H. C. L, the two lived comfortably on her income of $1,800.00 a year.

His boyhood was as that of other boys of the city; an era of happiness and happiness has no history. He was considered a good boy as boys go; and good boys have few adventures.

Although John never attended Sunday School except when his mother made him as she was a Presbyterian, he wore the honor pin for an unbroken three year attendance.

School to him was such a delight, that in a spirit of emulative self denial, he never started from home, a block away, until a minute before the tardy bell rang. He usually made it. If late, he slipped in, usually walking backwards, hoping either to escape observation or, if seen, to be told to retake his seat.

His vacations were spent on the river where he learned to handle a canoe and skiff; and before he was fourteen could swim and dive like a didapper. At that time his greatest ambition was to run the falls in a canoe; his next to be a steamboat captain... Continue reading book >>




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