Artie; a Story of the Streets and Town PDF Download

Author: George Ade
Publisher: Theclassics.Us
ISBN: 9781230308791
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Languages : en
Pages : 30

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ... XX A full moon was hanging over the lake. The whole surface of small, uneasy waves was lighted. There was one path of shiny splendor leading straight out toward the moon and where this path lost itself no one could tell. "There ain 't no moon or nothin' tonight," observed Artie. He had been flipping pebbles down the paved beach and into the water. Mamie sat with him on the stone uplift dividing the park driveway from the slope toward the water -- with him, to be sure, but three or four feet away, with her hat in her lap. "It's perfectly lovely to-night," she said. The two bicycles were leaned over against the stone uplift and the lamps threw oblong splotches of light on the gravel. Behind Artie and Mamie was the gloomy range made by the heavy foliage of the park. In and out amid the dark banks of trees and along the level driveway moved glow specks like so many busy fireflies. Artie saw none of these, for he was intent on the spectacle of water and moonshine. "The guy that could put all that into a picture'd be a bird, eh, Mame?" "It's perfectly lovely." "That's what it is, all right. They don 't grow many like this one." "I could stay out here all night and just look at the lake." "Could you? Well, I think about two o'clock in the morning I 'd be ready to let go. It is a peach of a night, though, I'll say that." "Sing something, Artie." "What do you want me to do -- drive the moon in? How did you ever come to think I was a singer? That's two or three times you 've sprung that on me. Somebody must 'a' been stringin' you." "Why, the night we walked home from Turner Hall you sang something awfully pretty. What was it?" "Well, let it go at that. Any singin' I ever done was a horrible bluff, I 'll tell you those." "Oh, you contrary thing!...