The Stark Munro Letters: Being series of twelve letters written by J. Stark Munro, M.B., to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884Doyle, Arthur Conan
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The Stark Munro Letters: Being series of twelve letters written by J. Stark Munro, M.B., to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884
Doyle, Arthur Conan
Epistolary fiction
But we were demoralised by luxury. We could no longer manage without a
helper--especially now in the winter time, when fires had to be lit--the
most heart-breaking task that a man can undertake. I bethought me of
the quiet Miss Williams, and hunted her up in her shop. She was quite
willing to come, and saw how she could get out of the rent; but the
difficulty lay with her stock. This sounded formidable at first, but
when I came to learn that the whole thing had cost eleven shillings, it
did not appear insurmountable. In half an hour my watch was pawned, and
the affair concluded. I returned with an excellent housekeeper, and
with a larger basketful of inferior Swedish matches, bootlaces, cakes of
black lead, and little figures made of sugar than I should have thought
it possible to get for the money. So now we have settled down, and I
hope that a period of comparative peace lies before us.
Good-bye, old chap, and never think that I forget you. Your letters are
read and re-read with avidity. I think I have every line you ever wrote
me. You simply knock Paley out every time. I am so glad that you got out
of that brewery business all right. For a time I was really afraid that
you must either lose your money or else risk more upon the shares. I can
only thank you for your kind offer of blank cheques.
It is wonderful that you should have slipped back into your American
life so easily after your English hiatus. As you say, however, it is
not a change but only a modification, since the root idea is the same
in each. Is it not strange how the two great brothers are led to
misunderstand each other? A man is punished for private libel (over here
at any rate), although the consequences can only be slight. But a
man may perpetrate international libel, which is a very heinous and
far-reaching offence, and there is no law in the world which can punish
him. Think of the contemptible crew of journalists and satirists who for
ever picture the Englishman as haughty and h-dropping, or the American
as vulgar and expectorating. If some millionaire would give them all a
trip round the world we should have some rest--and if the plug came out
of the boat midway it would be more restful still. And your vote-hunting
politicians with their tail-twisting campaigns, and our editors of the
supercilious weeklies with their inane tone of superiority, if they
were all aboard how much clearer we should be! Once more adieu, and good
luck!
XV. OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 3rd August, 1883.
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