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Meredith Nicholson. The Little Brown Jug at Kildare
The Little Brown Jug at Kildare
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I TWO GENTLEMEN SAY GOOD-BY
CHAPTER II THE ABSENCE OF GOVERNOR OSBORNE
CHAPTER III THE JUG AND MR. ARDMORE
CHAPTER IV DUTY AND THE JUG
CHAPTER V MR. ARDMORE OFFICIALLY RECOGNIZED
CHAPTER VI MR. GRISWOLD FORSAKES THE ACADEMIC LIFE
CHAPTER VII AN AFFAIR AT THE STATE HOUSE
CHAPTER VIII THE LABORS OF MR. ARDMORE
CHAPTER IX THE LAND OF THE LITTLE BROWN JUG
CHAPTER X PROFESSOR GRISWOLD TAKES THE FIELD
CHAPTER XI TWO LADIES ON A BALCONY
CHAPTER XII THE EMBARRASSMENTS OF THE DUKE OF BALLYWINKLE
CHAPTER XIII MISS DANGERFIELD TAKES A PRISONER
CHAPTER XIV A MEETING OF OLD FRIENDS
CHAPTER XV THE PRISONER IN THE CORN-CRIB
CHAPTER XVI THE FLIGHT OF GILLINGWATER
CHAPTER XVII ON THE ROAD TO TURNER'S
CHAPTER XVIII THE BATTLE OF THE RACCOON
CHAPTER XIX IN THE RED BUNGALOW
CHAPTER XX ROSÆ MUNDI
CHAPTER XXI GOOD-BY TO JERRY DANGERFIELD
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Meredith Nicholson
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Griswold ran on in the low, musical voice that distinguishes the cultivated Virginian in any company anywhere in the world, and the noisy loquacity of the Mississippian went down before him. He was so intent on holding their attention that his dishes were taken from him almost untouched. The others lingered until his coffee was brought. He was so absorbed that he failed to see the smile that occasionally passed over the girl's face as some fragment of one of his stories found its way to her. He had undertaken to deflect the talk from a channel which had, it seemed, some painful association for her, but he had done more in unwittingly diverting her own thoughts by his droll humor. He did not cease until she had left the car, whereupon he followed his trio of auditors to the smoking compartment, and there suffered the Mississippian to hold uninterrupted sway.
When he went back into the car at eleven o'clock he found the girl and her maid still sitting in their sections, though most of the other berths, including his own, had been made up. The train was slowing down, and, wishing a breath of air before retiring, he went to the rear platform of the sleeper, which was the last car of the train. The porter had opened the door in the vestibule to allow the brakeman to run back with his torpedoes. The baggage car had developed a hot box, and, jumping out, Griswold saw lanterns flashing ahead where the trainmen labored with the sick wheel. The porter vanished, leaving Griswold alone. The train had stopped at the edge of a small town, whose scattered houses lay darkly against the hills beyond. The platform lamps of a station shone a quarter of a mile ahead. The feverish steel yielded reluctantly to treatment, and Griswold went forward and watched the men at work for a few minutes, then returned to the end of the train. He swung himself into the vestibule and leaned upon the guard rail, gazing down the track toward the brakeman's lantern. Then he grew impatient at the continued delay and dropped down again, pacing back and forth in the road-bed behind the becalmed train. The night was overcast, with hints of rain in the air, and a little way from the rear lights it was pitch dark. Griswold felt sure that the train would not leave without the brakeman, and he was further reassured by the lanterns of the trainmen beside the baggage car. Suddenly, as he reached the car and turned to retrace his steps, a man sprang up, seemingly from nowhere, and accosted him.
