Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd CornerClark, Charles Heber
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Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd Corner
Clark, Charles Heber
American fiction -- 19th century; Humorous stories
Silence upon my part.
"How would you take it now," inquired Cooley, in a tone indicative of
yearning tenderness, "if I should get over the fence and chain you to
the pump while I go for the doctor? I really think you are getting
dangerous."
"Mr. Cooley," I said, "I wish you would attend to your own business.
I do not wish to quarrel with you, sir, but I will not have any
interference on your part with my affairs. If it will make you any
happier to learn what I am doing, I will tell you, seeing that you are
so much interested in the matter, that I am exercising, under medical
direction, for the benefit of my lungs."
"Exercising for the benefit of his lungs!" moaned Cooley. "His mind is
entirely gone."
"Yes, sir," I said, angrily, "I am exercising for the benefit of my
lungs, according to the directions of Dr. Ball, and I will thank you to
keep your tongue quiet about it."
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"He has them awfully bad," exclaimed Cooley, with a pathetic look.
"There is no such man as Dr. Ball, you know," he remarked, in a
confidential tone, to one of his companions.
"I wish you distinctly to understand that I will not tolerate this
impertinence much longer, sir," I exclaimed, indignantly. "What right
have you to interfere with me upon my own ground, you ruffian?"
"His intellect's completely shattered," said Cooley, with a mournful
shake of his head, to his companions. "Poor Mrs. Adeler! It will be a
terrible blow for her and for the children. My heart bleeds for them."
"Mr. Cooley," I said, "I want no more of this. I shall discontinue Dr.
Ball's exercise at this place for the present, but I will tell you
before I go that I consider you an insolent, unendurable idiot, and I
will repay you some day or other for your outrageous behavior to me."
"Sad, sad, indeed!" said Cooley to his friends. "Strange how he clings
to that fancy about a man named Ball, isn't it?"
One of Cooley's companions observed that the deranged were apt to get
such notions in their heads, and he supplemented this statement with the
remark, "This is a very interesting case--very."
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Then I went into the house, and from the window saw Cooley and his
companions walk away laughing. Not even the unpardonable insolence of
Cooley can disguise the fact that the affair has a certain comic aspect;
and when I became calmer, I confess that I appreciated this phase of the
occurrence with some keenness, even though I happened to occupy an
exceedingly unpleasant position as the victim of the joke. But I shall
be even with Cooley for this. I will devise a scheme for tormenting him
which will cause him to rue the day that he interfered with my pulmonary
gymnastics. Dr. Ball's recipe, however, I think I will toss into the
fire. I will expand my lungs by learning to sing or to play upon the
flute. My family can then participate in my enjoyment. A married man has
no right to be selfish in his pleasures.
CHAPTER V.
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