Two Men of Sandy Bar; a drama by Bret Harte
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legally. Ged, sir, as a precedent, I admit we are wrong. To the
best of my knowledge, sir, the--er--Prodigal Son sought his own father. To be frank, sir,--and Ged, sir, if Culpepper Starbottle has a fault, it is frankness, sir. As Nelse Buckthorne said to me in Nashville, in '47, "You would infer, Col. Starbottle, that I equivocate." I replied, "I do, sir; and permit me to add that equivocation has all the guilt of a lie, with cowardice superadded." The next morning at nine o'clock, Ged, sir, he gasped to me--he was lying on the ground, hole through his left lung just here (illustrating with DON JOSE'S coat),--he gasped, "If you have a merit, Star, above others, it is frankness!" his last words, sir,--demn me. . . . To be frank, sir, years ago, in the wild exuberance of youth, the son of this gentleman left his--er--er-- er--boyhood's home, owing to an innocent but natural misunderstanding with the legal protector of his youth-- Morton (interrupting gravely and demurely). Driven from home by my own sinful and then unregenerate hand-- Starbottle (quickly). One moment, a simple moment. We will not weary you with--er--er--history, or the vagaries of youth. He--er-- came to California in '49. A year ago, touched by--er--er-- parental emotion and solicitude, my friend resolved to seek him here. Believing that the--er--er--lawlessness of--er--er-- untrammelled youth and boyish inexperience might have led him into some trifling indiscretion, we have sought him successively in hospitals, alms-houses, reformatories, State's prisons, lunatic and inebriate asylums, and--er--er--even on the monumental inscriptions of the--er--er--country churchyards. We have thus far, I grieve to say, although acquiring much and valuable information of a varied |
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