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Stockton, Frank Richard, 1834-1902

"A Bicycle of Cathay"

" Of course he was
happy. "Died and left him some money." There was no one to leave me
any money, but I had saved some for the time when I should devote
myself entirely to my profession. Profession--I thought. After all,
what is there in a profession? Slavery; anxiety. And he chose a life
of reading, studying, fishing, and everything else.
I turned to the window and again looked up into the sky. There was a
great star up there, and it seemed to wink cheerfully at me as the
words came into my mind, "her husband's successor."
When I opened my little valise, before going to bed, I saw the box the
doctor's daughter had given me.
After sitting so long at the open window, thought I, it might be well
to take one of these capsules, and I swallowed one.
When I was called to breakfast the next morning I saw that the table
was laid with covers for two. In a moment my hostess entered and bade
me good-morning. We sat down at the table; and the elderly woman
waited. I could now see that her face was the color of a shop-worn
lemon.


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