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E. W. Howe. The Story of a Country Town
The Story of a Country Town
Table of Contents
PREFACE
THE STORY OF A COUNTRY TOWN
CHAPTER I. FAIRVIEW
CHAPTER II. THE HELL QUESTION, AND THE REV. JOHN WESTLOCK
CHAPTER III. THE HOUSE OF ERRING
CHAPTER IV. THE RELIGION OF FAIRVIEW
CHAPTER V. THE SCHOOL IN THE CHURCH
CHAPTER VI. DAMON BARKER
CHAPTER VII. A NEW DISPENSATION
CHAPTER VIII. THE SMOKY HILL SECRET
CHAPTER IX. THE CHARITY OF SILENCE
CHAPTER X. JO ERRING MAKES A FULL CONFESSION
CHAPTER XI. WITH REFERENCE TO A MAN WHO WAS SENT WEST TO. GROW UP WITH THE COUNTRY, OR GET KILLED
CHAPTER XII. LOVE’S YOUNG DREAM
CHAPTER XIII. THE FLOCK OF THE GOODE SHEPHERD
CHAPTER XIV. I AM SURPRISED
CHAPTER XV. THE COUNTRY TOWN
CHAPTER XVI. MORE OF THE VILLAGE OF TWIN MOUNDS
CHAPTER XVII. THE FELLOW
CHAPTER XVIII. THE MILL AT ERRING’S FORD
CHAPTER XIX. THE FALL OF REV. JOHN WESTLOCK
CHAPTER XX. TWO HEARTS THAT BEAT AS ONE
CHAPTER XXI. THE PECULIARITIES OF A COUNTRY TOWN
CHAPTER XXII. A SKELETON IN THE HOUSE AT ERRING’S FORD
CHAPTER XXIII. THE SHADOW IN THE SMOKY HILLS
CHAPTER XXIV. A LETTER FROM JO
CHAPTER XXV. THE SEA GIVES UP ITS DEAD
CHAPTER XXVI. BARKER’S STORY
CHAPTER XXVII. THE LIGHT GOES OUT FOREVER
CHAPTER XXVIII. TOO LATE
CHAPTER XXIX. THE SKELETON AGAIN
CHAPTER XXX. A LETTER FROM MR. BIGGS
HAPPINESS
REPUTATION
WOMEN
LACK OF SELF-CONFIDENCE
IN DISPUTE
MAN
OPPORTUNITY
EXPECTATION
WOMAN’S WORK
THE GREATEST OF THESE IS CHARITY
NEIGHBORS
VIRTUE
ASHAMED OF THE TRUTH
KNOWING ONLY ONE OF THEM
AN APOLOGY
OLDEST INHABITANTS
CHAPTER XXXI. KILLED AT THE FORD
CHAPTER XXXII. THE TWIN MOUNDS JAIL
CHAPTER XXXIII. REAPING THE WHIRLWIND
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE GRAVE BY THE PATH
CHAPTER XXXV. THE HISTORY OF A MISTAKE
CHAPTER XXXVI. CONCLUSION
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E. W. Howe
Published by Good Press, 2019
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If the truth of a certain principle was asserted, he denied it, not by rude controversy, but by his actions; and by his ingenuity he often made a poorer one seem better, if the one proposed happened to be right, as was sometimes the case—for the Fairview people had but two ways to guess, and occasionally adopted a right method instead of a wrong one, by accident.
I believe there was nothing he could not do. He shingled hair in a superb manner for any one who applied, and charged nothing for the service. And I helped him learn the art, for he practised on me so much that I was nearly always bald. He made everything he took a fancy for, and seemed to possess himself of the contents of a book by looking through it; for though I seldom found him reading, he was about as well-informed as the books themselves. When the folks were away at camp-meeting, he added my mother’s work to his own, and got along very well with it. I never heard of anything a Fairview boy could do better than Jo Erring, and he did a great many things in which he had no competition; therefore I have often wondered that the only young man there who really amounted to anything was for some reason rather unpopular. Jo was unfortunate in the particular that he seemed to have inherited all the poorer qualities of both his father and mother instead of the good qualities of either one of them, or a commendable trait from one, and an undesirable one from the other. I have heard of men who resembled the less worthy of their parents—I believe this is the rule—but never before have I known a boy to resemble both his parents in everything they tried to hide. His tendency to exaggeration he got honestly from his mother, who was a fluent talker, but Jo was not like her in that. In this Jo was like his father, who would not say a half dozen words without becoming hopelessly entangled, and making long pauses in painful effort to extricate his meaning.
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