The taste of honey : $b The note book of a linguistUnderwood, Edna Worthley
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The taste of honey : $b The note book of a linguist
Underwood, Edna Worthley
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The first census showed people from every state in the Union and
from far away Australia. There were petty aristocrats from Europe.
There was an Hungarian nobleman whose name it is not best to give,
because there is just one chance in a thousand that it might have
been his own name. Too bad, for it was an imposing name, made up of a
title, five given names and a double-deck family name. He resembled
a captain of cuirassiers. He was a hero of romance in real life;
tall, spare, dark; pointed mustache, snappy black eyes, and a very
distinguished manner; the cosmopolitan manner. He was an accomplished
linguist, who had disembarked at every great port of the world. He
knew Shanghai, Frisco, Rio, and the Straits Settlements. He came
as a respectable adventurer, because being an adventurer was a
profession here. He probably had no definite aim. Because however,
collectively, among such a crowd of people there must be money it
was an opportunity for him. And if they had money, his wits were
keen enough to get some of it, because that was his objective in
life. He lived lightly and easily upon the money which other people
worked to earn. He waited patiently and happily until they earned
it. And then he took it away from them. He used to relate to circles
of open-mouthed listeners, under the round white moon of those first
warm nights, when the dewless air was glittering and clear, how once
he had circled the world with a prince of the blood royal. The prince
had incurred his father’s displeasure so his father had decreed to
punish him by temporary banishment. By way of banishment he chartered
a yacht for a number of years, gave the boy a fortune in spending
money, and sent him away to look the world over.
Here, for a living, this Hungarian nobleman did the people. And he
did them successfully. To the German settlers he was a German; to the
Hungarian a Hungarian; to the French a Frenchman. To the townspeople
in general he was an international lawyer who had never seen the
inside of a law book in his life. He sold legal advice for cash. His
knowledge of all trickery was profound and worthy of respect. When
business in a legal line was dull, he sold clothing to measure. In
addition, he dealt in real estate. He was a broker of everything
who never failed to leave the person he dealt with broke. He was
royal in one thing, in the generous way he knew how to spend other
people’s money. Even in this isolated place he contrived to look like
a fashion plate. He had a large and elegantly selected wardrobe. He
never knew where the next meal was coming from, but he always got a
meal.
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