The Minister's Charge; Or, The Apprenticeship of Lemuel Barker — John Shaqi
The Minister's Charge; Or, The Apprenticeship of Lemuel BarkerHowells, William Dean
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The Minister's Charge; Or, The Apprenticeship of Lemuel Barker
Howells, William Dean
Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Clergy -- Fiction; Poets -- Fiction
Lemuel sat looking after them, his satisfaction in the affair alloyed by
dislike of the haste with which it had been transacted. His rustic mind
worked slowly; it was not wholly content even with a result in its own
favour, where the process had been so rapid; he was scarcely able to
fix the point at which the talk ceased to be a warning against beats and
became his opportunity for speculation. He did not feel quite right at
having taken the fellow's half-dollar; and yet a bargain was a bargain.
Nevertheless, if the fellow wanted to rue it, Lemuel would give him
fifteen minutes to come back and get his money; and he sat for that
space of time where the others had left him. He was not going to be
mean; and he might have waited a little longer if it had not been for
the behaviour of two girls who came up and sat down on the same bench
with him. They could not have been above fifteen or sixteen years
old, and Lemuel thought they were very pretty, but they talked so, and
laughed so loud, and scuffled with each other for the paper of chocolate
which one of them took out of her pocket, that Lemuel, after first being
abashed by the fact that they were city girls, became disgusted with
them. He was a stickler for propriety of behaviour among girls; his
mother had taught him to despise anything like carrying-on among them,
and at twenty he was as severely virginal in his morality as if he had
been twelve.
People looked back at these tomboys when they had got by; and some
shabby young fellows exchanged saucy speeches with them. When Lemuel got
up and walked away in reproving dignity, one of the hoydens bounced into
his place, and they both sent a cry of derision after him. But Lemuel
would not give them the satisfaction of letting them know that he heard
them, and at the same time he was not going to let them suppose that
they had driven him away. He went very slowly down to the street where a
great many horse-cars were passing to and fro, and waited for one marked
“Fitchburg, Lowell, and Eastern Depots.” He was not going to take
it; but he meant to follow it on its way to those stations, in
the neighbourhood of which was the hotel where he had left his
travelling-bag. He had told them that he might take a room there, or he
might not; now since he had this half-dollar extra he thought that he
would stay for the night; it probably would not be any cheaper at the
other hotels.
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