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The Gentleman from Indiana   By: (1869-1946)

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THE GENTLEMAN FROM INDIANA

By Booth Tarkington

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I. THE YOUNG MAN WHO CAME TO STAY II. THE STRANGE LADY III. LONESOMENESS IV. THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER V. AT THE PASTURE BARS: ELDER BUSHES MAY HAVE STINGS VI. JUNE VII. MORNING: "SOME IN RAGS AND SOME IN TAGS AND SOME IN VELVET GOWNS" VIII. GLAD AFTERNOON: THE GIRL BY THE BLUE TENT POLE IX. NIGHT: IT IS BAD LUCK TO SING BEFORE BREAKFAST X. THE COURT HOUSE BELL XI. JOHN BROWN'S BODY XII. JERRY THE TELLER XIII. JAMES FISBEE XIV. A RESCUE XV. NETTLES XVI. PRETTY MARQUISE XVII. HELEN'S TOAST XVIII. THE TREACHERY OF H. FISBEE XIX. THE GREAT HARKLESS COMES HOME

CHAPTER I. THE YOUNG MAN WHO CAME TO STAY

There is a fertile stretch of flat lands in Indiana where unagrarian Eastern travellers, glancing from car windows, shudder and return their eyes to interior upholstery, preferring even the swaying caparisons of a Pullman to the monotony without. The landscape lies interminably level: bleak in winter, a desolate plain of mud and snow; hot and dusty in summer, in its flat lonesomeness, miles on miles with not one cool hill slope away from the sun. The persistent tourist who seeks for signs of man in this sad expanse perceives a reckless amount of rail fence; at intervals a large barn; and, here and there, man himself, incurious, patient, slow, looking up from the fields apathetically as the Limited flies by. Widely separated from each other are small frame railway stations sometimes with no other building in sight, which indicates that somewhere behind the adjacent woods a few shanties and thin cottages are grouped about a couple of brick stores.

On the station platforms there are always two or three wooden packing boxes, apparently marked for travel, but they are sacred from disturbance and remain on the platform forever; possibly the right train never comes along. They serve to enthrone a few station loafers, who look out from under their hat brims at the faces in the car windows with the languid scorn a permanent fixture always has for a transient, and the pity an American feels for a fellow being who does not live in his town. Now and then the train passes a town built scatteringly about a court house, with a mill or two humming near the tracks. This is a county seat, and the inhabitants and the local papers refer to it confidently as "our city." The heart of the flat lands is a central area called Carlow County, and the county seat of Carlow is a town unhappily named in honor of its first settler, William Platt, who christened it with his blood. Natives of this place have sometimes remarked, easily, that their city had a population of from five to six thousand souls. It is easy to forgive them for such statements; civic pride is a virtue.

The social and business energy of Plattville concentrates on the Square. Here, in summer time, the gentlemen are wont to lounge from store to store in their shirt sleeves; and here stood the old, red brick court house, loosely fenced in a shady grove of maple and elm "slipp'ry ellum" called the "Court House Yard." When the sun grew too hot for the dry goods box whittlers in front of the stores around the Square and the occupants of the chairs in front of the Palace Hotel on the corner, they would go across and drape themselves over the court house fence, under the trees, and leisurely carve there initials on the top board. The farmers hitched their teams to the fence, for there were usually loafers energetic enough to shout "Whoa!" if the flies worried the horses beyond patience. In the yard, amongst the weeds and tall, unkept grass, chickens foraged all day long; the fence was so low that the most matronly hen flew over with propriety; and there were gaps that accommodated the passage of itinerant pigs. Most of the latter, however, preferred the cool wallows of the less important street corners. Here and there a big dog lay asleep in the middle of the road, knowing well that the easy going Samaritan, in his case, would pass by on the other side... Continue reading book >>




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