The Best American Humorous Short Stories by Unknown
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public. It springs from our balancing of sects. If a spirited
Episcopalian takes an interest in the almshouse, and is put on the Poor Board, every other denomination must have a minister there, lest the poorhouse be changed into St. Paul's Cathedral. If a Sandemanian is chosen president of the Young Men's Library, there must be a Methodist vice-president and a Baptist secretary. And if a Universalist Sunday-School Convention collects five hundred delegates, the next Congregationalist Sabbath-School Conference must be as large, "lest 'they'--whoever _they_ may be--should think 'we'--whoever _we_ may be--are going down." Freed from these necessities, that happy year, I began to know my wife by sight. We saw each other sometimes. In those long mornings, when Dennis was in the study explaining to map-peddlers that I had eleven maps of Jerusalem already, and to school-book agents that I would see them hanged before I would be bribed to introduce their textbooks into the schools--she and I were at work together, as in those old dreamy days--and in these of our log-cabin again. But all this could not last--and at length poor Dennis, my double, overtasked in turn, undid me. It was thus it happened. There is an excellent fellow--once a minister--I will call him Isaacs--who deserves well of the world till he dies, and after--because he once, in a real exigency, did the right thing, in the right way, at the right time, as no other man could do it. In the world's great football match, the ball by chance found him loitering on the outside of the field; he closed with it, "camped" it, charged, it home--yes, right through the other side--not disturbed, not frightened by his own success--and breathless found himself a great man--as the Great Delta rang applause. But he did not find |
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