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O. Henryana: Seven Odds and Ends, Poetry and Short Stories
Henry, O.
American fiction; American poetry; American wit and humor; Short stories, American
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O. HENRYANA
Seven Odds and Ends
Poetry and Short Stories
by
O. HENRY
Garden City New York
Doubleday, Page & Company
1920
Copyright, 1920, by
Doubleday, Page & Company
All rights reserved, including that of translation
into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian
Acknowledgement
For permission to republish much of the material contained in this
volume, the publishers are indebted to Cosmopolitan, Everybody's
Magazine, Town Topics, and the Youth's Companion.
Table of Contents
The Crucible
A Lunar Episode
Three Paragraphs
Bulger's Friend
A Professional Secret
The Elusive Tenderloin
The Struggle of the Outliers
O. Henryana
The Crucible
Hard ye may be in the tumult,
Red to your battle hilts,
Blow give for blow in the foray,
Cunningly ride in the tilts;
But when the roaring is ended
Tenderly, unbeguiled,
Turn to a woman a woman's
Heart, and a child's to a child.
Test of the man, if his worth be
In accord with the ultimate plan,
That he be not, to his marring,
Always and utterly man;
That he bring out of the tumult,
Fitter and undefiled,
To a woman the heart of a woman,
To children the heart of a child.
Good when the bugles are ranting
It is to be iron and fire;
Good to be oak in the foray,
Ice to a guilty desire.
But when the battle is over
(Marvel and wonder the while)
Give to a woman a woman's
Heart, and a child's to a child.
A Lunar Episode
The scene was one of supernatural weirdness. Tall, fantastic mountains
reared their seamed peaks over a dreary waste of igneous rock and
burned-out lava beds. Deep lakes of black water stood motionless as
glass under frowning, honeycombed crags, from which ever and anon
dropped crumbled masses with a sullen plunge. Vegetation there was
none. Bitter cold reigned and ridges of black and shapeless rocks cut
the horizon on all sides. An extinct volcano loomed against a purple
sky, black as night and old as the world.
The firmament was studded with immense stars that shone with a wan and
spectral light. Orion's belt hung high above.
Aldebaran faintly shone millions of miles away, and the earth gleamed
like a new-risen moon with a lurid, blood-like glow.
On a lofty mountain that hung toppling above an ink-black sea stood a
dwelling built of stone. From its solitary window came a bright light
that gleamed upon the misshapen rocks. The door opened and two men
emerged locked in a deadly struggle.
They swayed and twisted upon the edge of the precipice, now one
gaining the advantage, now the other.
Strong men they were, and stone rolled from their feet into the valley
as each strove to overcome the other.
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