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About the Author
Booth Tarkington (1869-1946) was an American novelist best known for his depictions of life in small Midwestern cities. A lover of the theater, he dramatized several of his own books. Today, he is most noted as the author of the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel The Magnificent Ambersons and for the novel Alice Adams, about the frustrated ambitions of a lower middle class young woman.
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MR. SUDGEBERRY'S RECKLESS HUMOR ETHOUGHT I was unable to stir from the point of contact between two great regiments of horse, charging down on each other, while they thundered this chorus: " For her dear sake, The laws to break! We'll sing to him, and yet we sayt Lord save the King and the King's highway!" but at the crucial moment I saved myself by waking with a jump so sudden that it seemed to stop my heart. Fear was still upon me; I found my back a-creep with cold and all my being alert to unknown horrors closing in on me through the darkness. Everything was silent silent! I sat up in bed and listened. "Bold Boy he's out till the break o' day." There came faintly to my hearkening ear the murmur, like a failing echo, of that satanic chorus, as if it came from far down the road: " Good-luck to him with the grand Hoorool" The suspicions I had entertained of O'Don- nefl sprang up full-armed in my mind, bearing with them thoughts so wild that a fit of sinking, deep in my inwards, was their accompaniment. When I had mastered my emotions somewhat, I had a vivid, painful apprehension that there was a strange presence in the room, the which conception finally growing so intolerable that I crept out of the covers strategically, went to the door, and felt to see if it could be still bolted. All was secure. Returning cautiously toward the bed, I overturned a chair. It fell like a church. The noise of it in the hush ran through the house in a ghastly resonance, seeming to rattle the doors of a hundred empty rooms for admission. I stood stock-still, and the renewed silence was as startling as the noise had been. Then again, as I stood there, I heard the murmur of the highwayman'schorus, farther away, fainter: " Me song celebrates him; The judge el...