United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Taking up the note again he reread it, although he knew perfectly well
everything in it, and began speculating upon what it could possibly
mean, knowing all the while that no amount of speculation could throw
the slightest ray of light on the subject in the absence of further
information. He read it aloud, just as you or I would have done, when
there was nobody by to listen. It was as brief as a telegram, and merely
said: "Will you please inform me at once whether we may count upon your
acceptance of the position offered you?" It was signed with an
unfamiliar name, to which was appended the abbreviated word "Pres't."
"I shall certainly be very happy to inform the gentleman," thought the
perplexed young man, "whether he may or may not (by the way he very
improperly omits the alternative 'or not' after his 'whether'), whether
he may or may not 'count upon' (I must look up that expression and see
if there is good authority for its use), whether he may or may not count
upon my acceptance of the position offered me, just as soon as I can
inform myself upon the matter. As I have not at present the slightest
idea of what the 'position' is, it is somewhat difficult for me to make
up my mind concerning it. However, as I am without employment and
uncomfortably short of money, there seems to be every probability that
my unknown correspondent's proposition, whatever it is, will be
favorably considered. Moses will come after awhile, I suppose, and he
probably has the other letter caged as a 'vallable.' Let me see what we
have here from William."
With this our young gentleman opened his only remaining letter, which
he had already discovered by a glance at the postmark was from a
Virginian cousin. It was a mere note, in which his cousin wrote:
"A little matter of business takes me to Philadelphia next week. Shall
be at Girard Ho., Thrsd morn'g. Meet me there at breakfast, but don't
come too early. Train won't get in till three, so I'll sleep a little
late. Sh'd you wake me too early, I'll be as cross as a $20 bank-note,
and make a bad impression on you."
An amused smile played over Mr. Robert's face as he read this note over
and over. What he was thinking I do not know. Aloud he said:
"What a passion my cousin has for abbreviations! One would think he had
a grudge against words from the way in which he cuts them up. And what a
figure of speech that is! 'As cross as a twenty-dollar bank-note!' Let
me see. I may safely assume that the letters 'Thrs' with an elevated 'd'
mean Thursday, and as this is Thursday, and as the letter was written
last week, and as my watch tells me it is now ten o'clock, and as my
boots are still unblacked, and as Moses has not yet made his appearance,
it seems altogether probable that my cousin's breakfast will be
postponed until the middle of the day if he waits for me to help him eat
it. I am afraid he will be as cross as half a dozen bank notes of the
largest denomination issued when we meet."
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