Harvard Stories: Sketches of the UndergraduatePost, Waldron Kintzing
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Harvard Stories: Sketches of the Undergraduate
Post, Waldron Kintzing
College stories, American; College students -- Fiction; Harvard University -- Fiction
"Oh, get out, Blathers; I don't want a dog; had to give away the last
one."
The following speech was bristling with profanity, but I have omitted
even the indication blanks, except in one passage where they were too
characteristic to be left out.
"I don't want yer to buy him, sir. I just want to show him to yer. He's
a beauty. I know yer knows the points of a dog, sir, and its just a
pleasure I'm givin' yer to look at him. Just take him in your hand, sir.
Now, I sold Mrs. G. an own half brother of that feller. You know Mrs.
G., surely, down here to the Theolog. school?" (Mrs. G. was a most
charming and gentle lady, the wife of a celebrated clergyman.) "Well, I
stopped at her house the other day to see how she liked the pup. She
says to me, 'By ----, Blathers,' says she, 'that's the ---- ---- finest
dog ever I see; d---- me, if it ain't,' says she. Yes, sir, that's just
what she thought about him. You go ask her and see if it ain't. And she
wouldn't say nothin' she didn't mean, just to tickle me, neither. Mrs.
G. is a real lady, and knows the points of a dog, she does. She was ----
---- kind to my wife when she was sick last time. Oh, my wife's been
orful sick, Mr. Rattleton. I had to pay for a lot of doctor's consults
and other stuff; that's just the only reason, sir, I want to sell this
beautiful pup. I 'd never part with him in this world, if I could help
it."
Blathers never would have parted from any of his dogs had it not been
for his frequent family afflictions. These afflictions were always very
expensive and varied, from the funeral of his mother to the birth of
twins. He buried four mothers in one year; that was his best work,
though six children born during the following term pushed hard on the
record.
"If I could only make up my mind to let yer have that dog, Mr.
Rattleton," he went on, "it would work both ways. Maybe I ought to do
it. It would be a favor and a kind thing in me to sell yer that pup at
any price, and you'd be doin' a charity to a poor man in helpin' me
along. It would be a good action all around, see? Oh, I need the money
orful bad."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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