The Mintage: Being Ten Stories & One MoreHubbard, Elbert
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The Mintage: Being Ten Stories & One More
Hubbard, Elbert
Short stories
"By God, you shall not go!" said the lawyer.
“By God, I will!” answered the heathen.
It was the first time in their experience together that the servant
had used such language, or such a tone, toward his master.
The lawyer pushed his chair back, and after an instant said, quietly,
“Sam, you must forgive me; I spoke quickly. I do not own you—but tell
me, what have I done—why do you leave me this way, you know I need
you!”
“I will not tell you why I go—you laugh.”
“No, I shall not laugh.”
“You will.”
“I say, I will not.”
“Very well, I go to China to die!”
“Nonsense! You can die here. Haven’t I agreed to send your body back
if you die before I do?”
“I die in four weeks, two days!”
“What!”
“My brother, he in prison. He twenty-six, I fifty. He have wife and
baby. In China they accept any man same family to die. I go to China,
give my money to my brother—he live, I die!”
The next day a new Chinaman appeared as servant in the lawyer’s
household. In a week this servant knew everything, and nothing, just
like Sam.
And Sam disappeared, without saying good-by.
He went to China and was beheaded, four weeks and two days from the
day he broke the news of his intent to go.
His brother was set free.
And the lawyer’s household goes along about as usual, save when the
master calls for “Sam,” when he should say, “Charlie.”
At such times there comes a kind of clutch at his heart, but he says
nothing.
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When power and beauty meet, the world would do well
to take to its cyclone-cellar.
CLEOPATRA AND CÆSAR
The sole surviving daughter of the great King Ptolemy of Egypt,
Cleopatra was seventeen years old when her father died.
By his will the King made her joint heir to the throne with her
brother Ptolemy, several years her junior. And according to the custom
not unusual among royalty at that time, it was provided that Ptolemy
should become the husband of Cleopatra.
She was a woman—her brother a child.
She had intellect, ambition, talent. She knew the history of her own
country, and that of Assyria, Greece and Rome; and all the written
languages of the world were to her familiar. She had been educated by
the philosophers, who had brought from Greece the science of
Pythagoras and Plato. Her companions had been men—not women, or
nurses, or pious, pedantic priests.
Through the veins of her young body pulsed and leaped life, plus.
She abhorred the thought of an alliance with her weak-chinned brother;
and the ministers of State, who suggested another husband as a
compromise, were dismissed with a look.
They said she was intractable, contemptuous, unreasonable, and was
scheming for the sole possession of the throne.
She was not to be diverted even by ardent courtiers who were sent to
her, and who lay in wait ready with amorous sighs—she scorned them
all.
Yet she was a woman still, and in her dreams she saw the coming
prince.
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