I could see the boy just the same as I see you. Then the moonlight
came, without any sunset, and shone on the graveyards, over the wall,
and between the black, sharp-top trees splendid marble houses rose
up, with fine ladies in the lift-up windows, and men that loved 'em,
but never got a-nigh 'em, and played on guitars under the trees, and
made me that miserable I could a-cried, because I wanted to love
somebody, I don't know who, better than the men with guitars did.
"Then the sun went down, it got dark, the wind moaned and wept like a
lost child for its dead mother, and I could a-got up and there and
then preached a better sermon than any I ever listened to. There
wasn't a thing in the world left to live for--not a single thing; and
yet I didn't want the music to stop one bit. It was happier to be
miserable than to be happy without being miserable. I couldn't
understand it. I hung my head and pulled out my han'kerchief, and
blowed my nose well to keep from cryin'. My eyes is weak anyway; I
didn't want anybody to be a-gazin' at me a-snivilin', and it's nobody
business what I do with my nose. It's mine. But several glared at me
as mad as mad. Then, all of a sudden, old Rubin changed his tune. He
rip'd and he rar'd, he tip'd and he tar'd, and he charged like the
grand entry at a circus.
Pages:
414
415
416
417
418
419
420
421
422
423
424
425
426
427
428
429
430
431
432
433
434
435
436
437
438