The Story of a Country TownHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Story of a Country Town
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Kansas -- Fiction
“It has been a long time since I felt so much at home as I do at this
moment.” Having put down the package which looked like a bottle, he
picked up another one and commenced unwrapping it, but soon stopped, and
continued talking, leaving us to wonder what it contained. “I hope my
presence will not interfere with your enjoyment. Let me sit here in the
corner and look at you, without being in the way.” He began unwrapping
the package again, but forgot it as he became more interested. “I enjoy
looking at fresh young faces, and it is not often I have the
opportunity. I beg that you go on with the conversation--I warrant it
was a merry one--in progress when I disturbed you by rapping. Don’t mind
me at all, but if you should address me occasionally, and intimate that
I had added something to the occasion, I should enjoy myself very much
indeed.”
By this tune the package was unwrapped, and it turned out to be a
handsome jewel case, with a set of expensive jewelry on the inside. This
he handed to Mateel with a bow, and, picking up another package, went on
with his talking and unwrapping:--
“For twelve years I have been almost a hermit here in the woods, and
during all that time I have not met so pleasant a company as this. I
never felt more welcome in my life, whether I am or not, and I have an
idea that I feel very much as the rest of you do--comfortable and
happy.”
By this time the other package came out, and it was so much like the
first one that we could not tell them apart. This he gave to Agnes, who
was greatly surprised, and she hesitated in taking it, but he did not
notice her, and, diving down beside his chair, handed the bottle-looking
package to me, and its mate to Jo, retaining another one of the same
pattern for himself.
“These three contain liquor so old that I feel quite young in their
company,” he said, without noticing the surprise which his presents to
Mateel and Agnes had created, for they were very valuable, “and combined
and stirred with a little hot water, a little sugar, a few slices of
lemon, and nutmeg, they make a punch very fit and appropriate for a
party of five. If you have a bowl handy, I will stir them together.”
As he said this, he got up from his chair, and began preparations for
the punch by taking from the pockets of the coat he had laid off a bag
of lemons and a corkscrew. Jo and I went out and lighted the fire for
the hot water, and while we were waiting for it we heard Barker asking
as a favor that nothing more be said about the presents.
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