Author
Mark Twain
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Found Text
Jun 01 1989
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In 1886 Mark Twain received a letter from a former newspaper editor requesting a recommendation from Twain for a government “consulship.” But the poor fellow did not reckon with Twain’s remembering… read more
Fiction
Dec 01 1987
How Nancy Jackson Married Kate Wilson
Thomas Furlong was a grizzled and sour bachelor of fifty who lived solitary and alone in a log house which stood remote and lonely in the middle of a great cornfield at the base of the rising spurs of the mountains. At two o’clock on a certain morning he came in out of a drizzling rain, lit his tallow dip, pulled down the cheap oiled shade of the single window, punched up his fire, took off his steaming coat, hung it before the fire to dry, sat down, spread his damp hands in front of the blaze, and said to himself–
“It’s a puzzle. I wonder what ever did become of her. Seven hours. Maybe she ain’t as much of a fool as people think.” He sat silently considering the puzzle for some moments, then added, with energy, “Damn her! Damn her whole tribe!”