The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
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The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
American literature -- 19th century
reformation which, in his case, it was generally conceded would have
been sufficient to account for his singular conduct. Others, however,
more strenuously maintained, that so far from his heart undergoing
so favorable a change, it was simply passing through the last stages
of ossification. That the former were mistaken in their charitable
surmises, was soon ascertained by an experiment eminently calculated to
arouse his generosity; but there are those still amongst the latter,
who contend that they were correct in their opinion, and are determined
to obtain positive evidence of the fact, upon the miser’s decease,
through the aid of an anatomist, who has already been duly engaged for
that purpose.
When it was supposed that Hans was exclusively abstracted in the train
of reflections suggested to his mind by the circumstances related,
it was deemed expedient for the stranger to venture another visit,
which he accordingly did. It so happened that he obtained admission
unobserved into the same room in which he had before met Hans, and
giving seven distinct raps on the old oaken floor, he was soon brought
into the presence of the miser. After the latter’s surprise had
partially subsided, and his face assumed something like its original
hue, the stranger commenced addressing him in a manner equally hasty
and incoherent, but Hans was all attention as if determined to absorb
the import of every word as it was uttered. He by no means comprehended
all that was said, yet he distinctly understood the request of his
visitor to meet him that night, at the hour of twelve, at the edge of
the wood bordering on the western extremity of the village, where the
important secret was to be revealed. The stranger had scarcely finished
this request, when he was seized with a violent cough, resulting from
a stream of munched tobacco which had unforbidden entered down his
gullet, as if offended at being imprisoned within his mouth whilst
personating a character whose dignity would not permit him to eject
it. Giving vent to an almost inaudible curse, which was unfortunately
mistaken for a call for water, Hans immediately seized a pitcher, and
hurried out of the room, informing the old housekeeper, as he was in
the act of passing her in the kitchen, of the presence of the spirit.
Upon her reminding him that spirits were never in want of such earthly
necessaries, surprised at his own absence of thought, he dropped the
pitcher and quickly returned; but the stranger, no doubt glad of so
favorable an opportunity, had disappeared.
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