Jack and the Checkbook

by John Kendrick Bangs

Overview

Mr. Bangs turns his light and ingenious fancy to the task of retelling the familiar fairy tales of our youthful days. In several of them it is Wall Street that replaces the land of "Never-Never" and "Once Upon a Time," and the personages in the drama are more interested in high finance than in fairy treasures. It is all admirable fooling, and done in the author's best vein.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781609778163
Publisher:	Start Classics
Publication date:	04/17/2014
Sold by:	SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:	eBook
Pages:	77
File size:	229 KB

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II THE GREAT WISH SYNDICATE HE farm had gone to ruin. On every side the pastures were filled with a rank growth of thistles and other thorn - bearing flora. The farm buildings had fallen into a condition of hopeless disrepair, and the old house, the ancestral home of the Wilbrahams, had become a place of appalling desolation. The roof had been patched and repatched for decades, and now fulfilled none of the ideals of its roof- hood save that of antiquity. There was not, as far as the eye could see, a single whole pane of glass in any one of the many windows of the mansion, and there were not wanting those in the community who were willing to prophesy that in a stiff galesuch as used to be prevalent in that section of the world, and within the recollection of some of the old settlers toothe chimneys, once the pride of the county, would totter and fall, bringing the whole mansion down into chaos and ruin. In short, the one-time model farm of the Wilbrahams had become a byword and a jest and, as some said, of no earthly use save for the particular purposes of the eccentric artist in search of picturesque subject-matter for his studies in oil. It was a wild night, and within the ancient house sat the owner, Richard Wilbraham, his wife not far away, trying to find room upon her husband's last remaining pair of socks to dam them. Wilbraham gazed silently into the glowing embers on the hearth before them, the stillness of the evening broken only by the hissing of the logs on the andirons and an occasional sigh from one of the watchers. Finally the woman spoke. "When does the mortgage fall due, Richard?" she asked, moving uneasily in her chair. "To-morrow," gulped the man, the word seemingto catch in his throat and choke him. "And youyou are sure Colonel Digby wil...