FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145  
146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   >>   >|  
g feet, and a panting man has jumped from the roadway to my rear step while we were in motion. The next morning there were stains on my cushions--the stains left by bloody hands. They never could wash them out. They never could wash them out." There was a lurch as a wheel bumped down into a hollow in the rough road, and the exile fell to groaning and blaspheming. "Ah, my rheumatic joints; my poor old bones! This climate!" So the old Fifth Avenue bus complained of the rheumatism. I recalled that the diligence that carried M. Tartarin across the Algerian desert also gave vent to many "Ai's" about aching joints and sudden twinges. What creatures of imitation we are, to be sure! "But it is the loss of old friends that hurts the most," so the confidences went on. "There was Mulligan, for example, of whom I was speaking just now--he of the long coat and the dented brown derby hat. Far up, near the end of the line, there was an old one-story frame roadhouse, that had been there in my father's time, in my grandfather's time, in my great-grandfather's time. Mulligan knew it well, and many the time, when he came out of it, he was swaying slightly, and had to pull himself up to the box by means of the seat rails. Then there were anxious moments, as we raced over the cobble-stones, and my wheels scraped other wheels to the right and left. In those days there was a strap, one end of which was attached to the driver's boot, and the other end to the door at the rear. When a passenger wished to alight he pulled the strap and the driver released his hold. Sometimes the young bucks--we called them dudes in those days--inside had been dining well, and were hunting for mischief. Two or three of them would grab the strap and pull with all their strength. My sides are creaky now, but they ache with laughing when I recall how Mulligan used to swear. Sometimes the strap gave and sometimes the driver' leg was twisted half off. Was that the origin of the expression 'pulling his leg'? I wonder! The fare was dropped into the box up in front. At first the driver was the one who made the change. Later the change was handed out in sealed paper envelopes. Mulligan was of the early days. What became of him? Oh, he went into politics. "I'll tell you what you can do for me," the exile went on. "Some day, when you are back in the old town just drop into the Hoffman House bar and take a drink for me, all the time looking up at the pictures of the
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145  
146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

driver

 

Mulligan

 

grandfather

 

stains

 

change

 

Sometimes

 

wheels

 

joints

 
mischief
 

laughing


recall
 

creaky

 

strength

 
inside
 

passenger

 
panting
 
attached
 

wished

 

alight

 

called


dining

 

pulled

 
released
 

hunting

 
twisted
 

politics

 

pictures

 

Hoffman

 
expression
 

pulling


origin

 

bumped

 

dropped

 

handed

 

sealed

 

envelopes

 

morning

 

sudden

 
twinges
 
creatures

imitation

 

friends

 

speaking

 

motion

 

rheumatic

 

confidences

 

aching

 

cushions

 

recalled

 

diligence