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The Monster and Other Stories   By: (1871-1900)

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THE MONSTER AND OTHER STORIES

by

STEPHEN CRANE

[Illustration: "'If You Ain't Afraid, Go Do It Then'"]

Illustrated

New York and London Harper & Brothers Publishers 1899

Copyright, 1899, by Harper & Brothers. All rights reserved.

[Illustration: "'Henry Johnson! Rats!'"]

CONTENTS

The Monster

The Blue Hotel

His New Mittens

ILLUSTRATIONS

"'If You Ain't Afraid, Go Do It Then'"

"No One Would Have Suspected Him of Ever Having Washed a Buggy"

"'Henry Johnson! Rats!'"

"They Bowed and Smiled Until a Late Hour"

"The Band Played a Waltz"

"'What District?'"

In the Laboratory

"They Did Not Care Much for John Shipley"

"'If I Get Six Dollehs for Bo'ding Hennery Johnson, I Uhns It'"

"The Door Swung Portentously Open"

Mrs. Farragut

"'It's About What Nobody Talks Of Much,' Said Twelve"

Little Horace

"Yelling Like Hawks at the White Balls Flew"

"'I've Got to Go Home'"

"When He Raised His Voice to Deny the Charge"

"'Aw, Come On!'"

"A Pair of Very Wet Mittens"

"Brought a Plate of Food"

"Horace Stared With Sombre Eyes at the Plate of Food"

"Some Sort of Bloody Handed Person"

"People, Bowed Forward"

"Eight Cents' Worth of Something"

"His Head Hung Low"

"'Mam ma! Mam ma! Oh, Mam ma!'"

THE MONSTER

I

Little Jim was, for the time, engine Number 36, and he was making the run between Syracuse and Rochester. He was fourteen minutes behind time, and the throttle was wide open. In consequence, when he swung around the curve at the flower bed, a wheel of his cart destroyed a peony. Number 36 slowed down at once and looked guiltily at his father, who was mowing the lawn. The doctor had his back to this accident, and he continued to pace slowly to and fro, pushing the mower.

Jim dropped the tongue of the cart. He looked at his father and at the broken flower. Finally he went to the peony and tried to stand it on its pins, resuscitated, but the spine of it was hurt, and it would only hang limply from his hand. Jim could do no reparation. He looked again towards his father.

He went on to the lawn, very slowly, and kicking wretchedly at the turf. Presently his father came along with the whirring machine, while the sweet, new grass blades spun from the knives. In a low voice, Jim said, "Pa!"

The doctor was shaving this lawn as if it were a priest's chin. All during the season he had worked at it in the coolness and peace of the evenings after supper. Even in the shadow of the cherry trees the grass was strong and healthy. Jim raised his voice a trifle. "Pa!"

The doctor paused, and with the howl of the machine no longer occupying the sense, one could hear the robins in the cherry trees arranging their affairs. Jim's hands were behind his back, and sometimes his fingers clasped and unclasped. Again he said, "Pa!" The child's fresh and rosy lip was lowered.

The doctor stared down at his son, thrusting his head forward and frowning attentively. "What is it, Jimmie?"

"Pa!" repeated the child at length. Then he raised his finger and pointed at the flowerbed. "There!"

"What?" said the doctor, frowning more. "What is it, Jim?"

After a period of silence, during which the child may have undergone a severe mental tumult, he raised his finger and repeated his former word "There!" The father had respected this silence with perfect courtesy. Afterwards his glance carefully followed the direction indicated by the child's finger, but he could see nothing which explained to him. "I don't understand what you mean, Jimmie," he said.

It seemed that the importance of the whole thing had taken away the boy's vocabulary, He could only reiterate, "There!"

The doctor mused upon the situation, but he could make nothing of it. At last he said, "Come, show me."

Together they crossed the lawn towards the flower bed. At some yards from the broken peony Jimmie began to lag. "There!" The word came almost breathlessly.

"Where?" said the doctor.

Jimmie kicked at the grass. "There!" he replied.

The doctor was obliged to go forward alone... Continue reading book >>




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