The Gentleman from Indiana

Booth Tarkington
Gentleman From Indiana, by
Booth Tarkington

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Title: The Gentleman From Indiana
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THE GENTLEMAN FROM INDIANA
BY BOOTH TARKINGTON
CONTENTS
I. THE YOUNG MAN WHO CAME TO STAY
II. THE STRANGE LADY
III. LONESOMENESS
IV. THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER
V. AT THE PASTURE BARS: ELDER-BUSHES MAY HAVE
STINGS
VI. JUNE
VII. MORNING: "SOME IN RAGS AND SOME IN TAGS AND
SOME IN VELVET GOWNS"
VIII. GLAD AFTERNOON: THE GIRL BY THE BLUE TENT POLE
IX. NIGHT: IT IS BAD LUCK TO SING BEFORE BREAKFAST

X. THE COURT-HOUSE BELL
XI. JOHN BROWN'S BODY
XII. JERRY THE TELLER
XIII. JAMES FISBEE
XIV. A RESCUE
XV. NETTLES
XVI. PRETTY MARQUISE
XVII. HELEN'S TOAST
XVIII. THE TREACHERY OF H. FISBEE
XIX. THE GREAT HARKLESS COMES HOME
CHAPTER I
THE YOUNG MAN WHO CAME TO STAY
There is a fertile stretch of flat lands in Indiana where unagrarian
Eastern travellers, glancing from car-windows, shudder and return their
eyes to interior upholstery, preferring even the swaying caparisons of a
Pullman to the monotony without. The landscape lies interminably
level: bleak in winter, a desolate plain of mud and snow; hot and dusty
in summer, in its flat lonesomeness, miles on miles with not one cool
hill slope away from the sun. The persistent tourist who seeks for signs
of man in this sad expanse perceives a reckless amount of rail fence; at
intervals a large barn; and, here and there, man himself, incurious,
patient, slow, looking up from the fields apathetically as the Limited
flies by. Widely separated from each other are small frame railway
stations--sometimes with no other building in sight, which indicates
that somewhere behind the adjacent woods a few shanties and thin
cottages are grouped about a couple of brick stores.

On the station platforms there are always two or three wooden packing-
boxes, apparently marked for travel, but they are sacred from
disturbance and remain on the platform forever; possibly the right train
never comes along. They serve to enthrone a few station loafers, who
look out from under their hat-brims at the faces in the car-windows
with the languid scorn a permanent fixture always has for a transient,
and the pity an American feels for a fellow-being who does not live in
his town. Now and then the train passes a town built scatteringly about
a court-house, with a mill or two humming near the tracks. This is a
county-seat, and the inhabitants and the local papers refer to it
confidently as "our city." The heart of the flat lands is a central area
called Carlow County, and the county-seat of Carlow is a town
unhappily named in honor of its first settler, William Platt, who
christened it with his blood. Natives of this place have sometimes
remarked, easily, that their city had a population of from five to six
thousand souls. It is easy to forgive them for such statements; civic
pride is a virtue.
The social and business energy of Plattville concentrates on the Square.
Here, in summer-time, the gentlemen are wont to lounge from store to
store in their shirt sleeves; and here stood the old, red-brick court-house,
loosely fenced in a shady grove of maple and elm--"slipp'ry
ellum"--called the "Court-House Yard." When the sun grew too hot for
the dry-goods box whittlers in front of the stores around the Square and
the occupants of the chairs in front of the Palace Hotel on the corner,
they would go across and drape themselves over the court-house fence,
under the trees, and leisurely carve there initials on the top board. The
farmers hitched
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