So long as Society, unfairly condemns people and create
unjust social conditions that lead to poverty and other
problems. Literature will remain a
powerful tool for shedding light on these issues and inspiring
change. As long as we Face problems like
poverty starvation and a lack of education.
And T. And as long as some regions,
continue to experience social oppression works of literature
like Les Miserables will remain important in promoting
understanding and inspiring action ultimately as long as
ignorance and misery continue to exist in the world books.
Like this will never be useless. Welcome Miss team guest please
step into my humble abode where Shadows dance and secrets.
Whisper, may your visit be as pleasurable as it is thrilling
and may you leave with a memory that will linger in your mind.
For some time. I am Reinhardt Hendrickson.
Your host for tonight's Journey Into the Depths of The Human
Experience together. Let us embrace the darkness and
revel in the Mysteries that lie within please come inside.
Our journey begins in the downstairs hall, with the
secrets of this house lie, waiting to be uncovered from
there. We shall Ascend to the library
upstairs, where the volumes of knowledge and tales of old will
transport us to a world beyond our oh, let us waste no more
time for the night is young and our journey awaits.
These volumes in my library have been my prized possession for as
long as I can remember, the collection was inherited from a
dear friend upon his passing and since then I have added to it
over the years creating a vast and diverse collection of
knowledge and wisdom this Library, as you see it, now is a
testament to my lifelong passion for literature and learning.
As we enter this room, take a moment to notice the intricate
details, that Adorn it, the shelves lined with books, the
comfortable, armchairs inviting you to sit and read and on the
mantelpiece to Exquisite silver, candlesticks that illuminate the
space with a soft glow. These candlesticks hold a story
of their own passed down through generations.
And each time, they are lit. They cast a warm light on the
memories of the past. Please feel free to take a
closer look. Look and discover the Tails of
these candlesticks hold. The story, we will be exploring.
Tonight is one that holds a special place in my heart as a
man who was once a slave and later forced to fight in the
Civil War on the side of the Confederacy.
I know all too, well, the darkness that can consumes it
was during my time as a soldier that I first heard the story, we
will be exploring tonight. I remember sitting in Camp one
night surrounded by my fellow soldiers when Robert E Lee
himself came to speak to us as he began to read to us Les
Miserables a story about a man who had been rejected by
Society. Who'd been forced to confront
the darkest parts of himself in order to find Redemption.
I couldn't help, but we moved. It was a moment that stayed with
me for the rest of my life. A moment.
When I realized that even in the darkest of times there, There is
hope and that hope led me to make a decision that would
change the course of my life. I was forced to fight for the
Confederacy but I never believed in their cause as a slave I had
been denied my own freedom and now as a soldier I was being
asked to fight for the freedom of others who didn't believe in
my own Humanity but it was during that reading of Les,
Miserable that something shifted inside of me.
It was as if the story spoke directly to my soul and I knew
then that I couldn't continue to fight for a cause that went
against everything I believed it.
I made the difficult decision to Desert the Confederate Army and
seek my own Freedom even though it meant putting my life at
risk. It was a decision that came with
great consequences but it was one that I knew was right for me
this story is not just a tale of darkness and Redemption but a
reminder of the power we all have to make choices that can
change the course of our lives. And as we reflect on this tail
tonight, I cannot help but see parallels.
Has between the struggles of Jean Valjean and the struggles
of our world today. People are hungry, homeless and
struggling to survive. The cost of living continues to
rise and those who are already vulnerable.
Are pushed further into the margins, our tail shall follow
the Journey of a man as he seeks atonement and a path towards a
better. Life through his perseverance
and determination. We shall witness the strength of
the you In spirit, in the face of great adversity, this story
challenges us to confront our own struggles and confront the
demons that hold us back. Inspiring us to emerge stronger
and more Resolute in our pursuit of better.
We embark on a journey that has touched the hearts and minds of
countless generations and continues to inspire and
challenge us to this day. Our story commences in the year
1815 at the infamous band of too long in southern France.
This notorious prison was Infamous for its harsh and
brutal conditions where those sentenced to hard labor, endured
unspeakable, hardship and suffering.
I was not what you called a kind, man.
I was certainly not what you called a good man.
They were something I aspired to.
But I was a man. There was however, a point in my
life where I was little more than a beast. 19 years in Chains
under the Lash and in the work yards and on the docks, a beast
of burden. And when I was released, I was
like a rabid animal, devoid of all feeling, but anger and
distaste for my fellow men. It was the evening of the 7th of
October 1815, just an hour before Sunset when I walked into
the small town of Dean My cap with the help of my Twisted,
beard partially concealing, my shaped head, and face, burned
and tanned by the Sun and wind my course, yellow tunic and blue
trousers, worn and threadbare, and covered in the dust of the
road. I held a knapsack over my
shoulder. I went to the town hall.
Followed by a member of the Jean de Marie.
No one here knows me, the women pause and stare the men ignore.
Only occasional in casting Claire's in my direction.
Children, follow me. I stopped in the Square for
drink. At the fountain.
Go go away children. Get out of here.
I approached an in at the far end of the problem I was turned
away. I came to another and another
both times I was turned away. A fourth.
What do you want? Food and lodging at the easier
provided you can pay I have money in that case sir won't you
please come in? I place my knapsack On The
Ground by the door and sat on a low stool.
Close to the fire. I waited listening to the
whispered conversations of the patrons feeling their gaze is
fixed on me. At last, the landlord approached
will dinner be ready soon. I cannot receive you sir.
Are you afraid? I won't pay you saw my purse.
I can pay in advance. If that is what you wish.
It's not that but then you have no rooms, I can sleep in the
stable or in a loft on a truss of straw, what?
Then Calloway? No.
By this time silence have fallen over the in.
Do I need to tell you your name? I was suspicious of you.
The moment I saw you in the firelight I sent to the town
hall and they sent a message telling me everything.
As an Innkeeper, it is my duty to be polite to everybody, no
matter their station, but I have limits and reputation.
Now go before I call for the corporal.
Stone-faced lips pursed, I drop my head.
Picked up my knapsack from where head lifted and I left
everywhere. I went, I was close to me every
hostile during every Public House.
I even went to the prison Monsieur.
TurnKey, please let me in and give me lodging for the night.
This is not an inn. It's a prison.
Get yourself arrested, then. You may come in ha, ha ha.
I even tried a dog. I said it on a stone bench
across the way from the church. What are you doing there?
Go away. But what are you doing there?
As you can see, I'm sleeping or I would be if you left me alone.
On this bench yesterday, I had a mattress of wood today.
Stoke, are you Soldier? Yes.
Why not got it in? I have no money.
Have you knocked at every door? Yes.
Every door. Have you knocked at that prom?
Knock that. I watched as the old woman towed
away through the storm pulling her shawl, close around her.
Why were her suspicions not aroused by the fact that
somebody was sleeping on a stone bench in the rain?
Surely, she would have known a decent person with large.
Someone of this foul weather. After a moment.
I grabbed my bundle again and walk to the house, you pointed
out to me a small hole in the shadow of the great church.
Come in. Quickly, Push the door open and
stepped inside. I was faced with the site of
three people sitting at a table. Two women, both in their 60s,
one was small and plump. While the other was told and
slender. The third was an old man in his
seventies, the two women stared the fatter the to showed fear,
in Horizon trembled. The old man.
However, was strangely different.
He was staring at me but not with this stain, fear or
surprise. He seemed to be taking me in.
And the strangest part of all. He was smiling at me.
Listen, my name is Jean Valjean. I'm a convict from the galleys
had 19 years. I was released four days ago and
I'm on my way to report to police headquarters in front a
year. I have been walking these last
four days since my release from too long.
I have travelled to doesn't leaks today.
I went to the end of, they turned me out all because of
this. My yellow passport, which I have
to show at the Town Hall. I went to another they turned me
away everywhere. They refused me and Turned Me
Out of Doors. Even the prison I was prepared
to sleep outside in the rain with an old woman.
Told me to knock here. What is this place?
Is it in it? I have money.
My savings 109 francs 15 suits which I learned in the galleys.
I will pay Will you let me stay? Madame egg.
Well, You were said to another place, please.
The shorter of the two women. Nodded once left to do her,
she'd been beard. I didn't understand.
Stop, didn't you hear I'm a galley slave?
I've convict Yellow. Jean, Valjean discharge convict
has been 19 years in the galleys, five years for
housebreaking and burglary. 14 years for having attempted to
escape on four occasions. He's a very dangerous man.
You hear that? A dangerous man.
Madame egg. Well, it will put white sheets
on the bed in the Alcove. Sit down. sir and warm, you
said, We're about to eat our dinner, my sister and her
housekeeper, and myself. You are more than welcome to
join us. It had last dawned on me.
I was not being turned away. You you call me sir.
You offered me dinner? You're familiar bed.
You are kindness here please please tell me your name.
Miss your Innkeeper. What is your name?
I am not an Innkeeper, my friend.
I am a simple priest who lives in the shadow of God.
Priest. Oh yes, your cat.
Then miss your cure. You will not wish me to pay, you
know, my son. No, keep your money after all,
this is not my house. This is God's you suffer.
You hunger and thirst, you are welcome.
Everything. Here is yours and there was no
need to tell me who you are. I knew already.
You, you knew? Yes.
You are my brother. I call you my brother for we are
all Brothers through Christ and salvation in his sacrifice.
I certain stupefaction as the housekeeper laid, the table with
soup, bread salt oil, a bit of bacon and mutton, figs cheese
and a bottle of wine. She made to take a place at the
table again. Madam McGuire, we seem to be
missing something, this silver. My dad, the silver, pardon me,
miss you. But I feel I must show you
everything of worth in the house.
The old woman left, the room and presently returned with six sets
of silver and two candlesticks. We ate I ate voraciously like a
starving animal as the old man talked.
Words, I didn't understand or care to listen to I was too
hungry. And when the food was gone, not
even a scrap or crumb worthy of a rat.
The old man just for me to follow him and his sister.
All the housekeeper clean. The table bunt on E is alone
Workshop tonight. You shall sleep here in the
Alcove next to my room. And in the morning, you shall
have some milk from our very own cow still warm perhaps of some
cinnamon and a little bit of sugar.
You keep me so close to you. How do you know?
I haven't murdered someone what's to prevent me from
killing you in your own bed and making off with everything.
You own that, I will leave to God.
The priest said a prayer over me.
Left me to myself. Minutes later all were asleep,
except for myself. I lay there thinking about what
brought me there in the position of an ex-convict.
The theft of a loaf of bread, a love to feed the seven Starving
Children in my hood. Sister Cold winter night.
Nothing in the house, but the cries of the children with no
bread, not even a drop of milk. I left.
Less than an hour later, I was dragged into prison with an arm
that was bleeding from the breaking of the boulangerie
window. Two days later, I stood before
the tribunal and was pronounced guilty.
On arrival that too long. I was chained at the ankles and
at the neck with an iron column gone was the name Jean Valjean.
I was number 2, 4, 6, 0 1. I still do not know what became
of my sister and her family. I'm ashamed to say that upon my
release. I no longer cared.
I put myself on trial. I am not an innocent man
unjustly punished. I did do a reprehensible that
act had. I asked the bread might have
been given to me. The can one weight when one is
hungry? And am I the only one at fault?
A laborer out of work and industrious man.
Is it right? That I should have lacked food
was the crime to serving of such a heavy sentence.
Didn't the heaviness of the sentence overturned.
The weight of the crime, replace the full to the delinquent,
convert the guilty man into the victim and the debtor into the
Creditor. My crime is committed every day.
19, years, damn Society. Damn Society, damaged kind
What's this? I was held roughly between two
Jean gums. The Brigadier step forward with
my knapsack. He addressed the priest is most
in year. Monsignor, then he's not the
Cure earned me, a blow to the face Gentlemen, please.
Hashem. I am glad to see you when I had
seen that you had taken the silver.
But it left the candlesticks. I was surprised they would most
certainly get you 200 francs alone.
Why did you not take them? I stood there, shamefaced what
gentlemen? I suppose he told you that it
kind of priest gave him shelter for the night.
And that the priest made a gift of that silver in his sack
there. Well.
So, I did You may release him. Go on release him.
I am to be set free. I'm not going back to prison.
No, my son. You are not going back to
prison. but here, before you go, Take these candlesticks.
Take them. He held over two candlesticks,
to me, have a trembling hands. I took them this entire time, I
remained on the floor with the bishop looking down at me.
Kindly and his sister and housekeeper looking on.
Now go in peace, but when you return, my friend, it is not
necessary to pass through the garden.
You may always enter and depart to the street.
It is never fastened with anything for the Latch by day,
or by night. And do not forget, never forget
that you are promised to use this money to become an honest,
man. I, Promised Jean Valjean my
brother you no longer belong to evil but to good.
It is your soul. The greatest of all known
Treasures that I buy from you. I withdraw it from black
thoughts, and the spirit petition.
And I give it. To God.
I left the town and so I was fleeing from it just as I had
and I still own the plates and forks, and knives.
I sat out through the fields, taking whatever roads and paths
presented themselves to me. I wonder this way all morning
until I was possibly, three leagues.
From deed come into a path, which intersected the play, I
sat down on the rock. Too stunned and too stupid to do
anything but sit there and reflect on what had happened.
Miss. Yeah, my coin, my 42 piece.
I looked up and saw young 7-yard, a boy of 10, with a
hurdy-gurdy on his back standing before me.
I dropped my head again, but my money.
Miss you my money. You wouldn't take a coin from
the tissue away, would you? I said go away boy?
The boy grabbed me by the shirt and did his best to shake me
kicking my leg. Drumming his face into my
shoulder and my chest. He cried all the while about his
money demanding. I give it back.
At Last. I looked at him and shoved him
to the ground. Get out of here.
Frightened, the boy took off crying.
Minutes later, I came to myself and stood moving my foot.
In doing so, I saw something gleam in the dust Under The
Fading rays of the Sun. Bending down.
I picked it up and examined it. It was a small silver coin.
A 40 soup piece. I then realized what I had done.
Petit Cherie. Pretty sure of it.
I ran in the direction of the boy but I could find no sign of
him. The few people I met did not
know of him. I continued running into the Son
of God and the mood was in the sky.
Virginia VA Virginia. I must take you forward in time
some six years to the town of Montreal Sumerian the year 1821.
The exact circumstances are not important but I had settled
there in too hard work. I became a successful Factory
owner and eventually mayor. Once more Jean, Valjean did not
exist. Mr. Medlin and nobody knew what
my past all the town. Love me.
With the exception of two men. Performer, businessman by the
name of first level and our Chief Inspector of police.
Chavez. I will tell motor Force of Arms
in a moment, but first, the inspector Javert would forever
be found watching me closely like a dog.
A man of lofty. Stature wrapped in an iron grey
frock coat with a heavy cane battered hat.
Cover the top of his head which was itself ring by great
sideburns. His arms folded with a shake of
his head his upper lip raised in a sneer.
Grimacing at me with a look, that seemed to say what he said.
I have certainly seen him before.
In any case, I am not his dupe. In the mountains, it is said
that there is born into every litter of wolves, a dog, which
is promptly killed by the mother, lest as he grew.
He should have our, the others. Give this dog son of a wolf or
human face, and you would have shall there.
He'd been born in prison. Son of a gypsy fortune teller
and a convict who was in the galleys, he was raised by the
law and observed imparting lie that there were but two classes
of people, those who attack society and those that got it.
Now full Shalom and a poor man who had once been an attorney
and had now been reduced to a Carter full of hate and anger at
the man. He had witnessed rise from
nothing while he felt nothing. One day.
I had been Crossing town from my office to the factory, which I
own when I noticed a great crowd gathered across the way from the
shop, Drawing Near. I could see that it was a card
heavily Laden parsley on its side.
The horse had broken two legs and one of the wheels that come
off and beneath the cart crushed beneath the axle was old man.
First fossa won't cried in pain screaming for help the man that
attempted to help quickly stopped as one.
Wrong Shake of the card risk toppling, everything and burying
him beneath its load Is there a check?
I had not realized that Chevelle was there.
Even trying to supervise the rescue attempts, how long ago,
10 minutes, but it would take a good quarter of an hour to get
it here quarter of an hour. It will be too late.
Can't you see that? The cart is sinking.
Yes, but there's nothing to be done until the Jack arrives.
Listen, there is still room enough under the car to allow a
man to crawl beneath it. And raise it with his back.
It would take half a minute and the portmanteau be free.
Is there any stunt man willing to do it?
Five, who eat old. Ten Louis. 20.
It is not the will which is lacking Miss Eula man.
It is a strength one would have to be a terrible man to be able
to accomplish such a feat. And I have only known one, a
convict in too long. A memory stirred.
Yes. Severe had been too long.
He'd been an adjunct prison guard there for a year.
He gazed fixedly of me as my attention was called away from
him by sociable shrieks. The cart was now breaking his
ribs. I looked at the crowd one last
time and repeated the offer of 20 Louis for their help.
No one step forward. This cannot happen.
I tore off my jacket and threw it to the ground.
Falling to my knees. I crawled under the vehicle
before anyone could stop me. There was so little room beneath
it and it was so heavy. I was flat on my stomach.
Many people called for me to come out.
Even over both savants trained to tell me to give up.
But I shook my head worked to bring my niece elders.
Together. suddenly the enormous Mass was seen to quiver, the
cart Rose slowly, Ever so slowly.
Someone gave a shout quick. Help them pull the man out.
I watched her teary eyes as 20 men, Rouse by my courage,
rallied and pulled the poor Carter out.
I Rose I was pale and dripping with perspiration.
My clothes were torn and covered with mud.
Many were weeping relief, tears. Wash, the font was carried
clothes and he kissed my knee calling me a gift from God.
But then, as for Savant was taken away to the hospital.
I saw that Chavez was still staring at me.
Later that night, I visited the hospital and left a note for for
Siobhan saying that I had bought his horse and cart and that when
he was recovered I would pay to send them to a convert in Paris.
Were the sisters had agreed to give him the position of a
garden. The following December, I was
passing through the square. When I saw Javert into officers
dragging a woman to police headquarters.
My curiosity aroused. I interviewed several people and
learned that the woman had been arrested for attacking a
citizen. A well-known philandering a Bama
tap wah. She was a prostitute in the man
had shoved, snow down her dress and she attacked him in
retaliation. It was clear that no matter what
she was the townsmen had been in the wrong.
I hurried at the station in arrived, in time to hear the
woman talk about how she had been dismissed from my factory
after been discovered that she had a daughter.
No husband, that should launch the child was some innkeeper's
and Mantra met and that she owed the much money for the care of a
child. I then heard Javert tell her,
I've heard you and I tell you now that you will get six
months, not even the Eternal Father himself could change
that. Wait one moment The men stood at
attention holding this sad woman up between she trembled with
fear and illness. Her hair had been cut close to
the skull and she was missing her two front teeth.
Severe Rose from behind his chair saluting awkwardly,
Monsieur Le maire Inspector Javert set.
This woman free. I am sorry, miss you, but I
could not but I insist nevertheless, I cannot release
her Sergeant who said she could go and why not?
This is miserable Jade insulted. A citizen Javert.
You were an honest man. And I feel no hesitation
explaining matters to you. I was passing through the
square. I saw you take her away now
after making inquiries and Having learned the truth of the
matter. I can tell you that it was a
citizen who was in the wrong and should have been arrested.
This wretch has insulted, your person?
That is my concern. It is for me to decide what it
is to be done about my insult. I beg your forgiveness,
Monsieur, but you are wrong. The insult was not to you.
But to the law inspector, the highest lost conscience.
I have heard her. I know what I'm doing.
Monsieur Le maire, I obey my duty and my duty demands.
She served six months in prison. She will not serve a single day.
Michelin Man the matter is connected with the Municipal
Police and under Articles 911 15 in 66 of the criminal code.
I am the judge. Now I ordered that she be
released see element, not another word, leave the room.
Chevelle received the blow. It wrecked full in the face.
And did his breast like a Russian soldier?
He bowed the very Earth before me and left the room.
The woman stood aside from the door and stared in amazement.
I believe you. But I knew nothing about what
you had mentioned. I was unaware of you would let
my shop. Why didn't you come to me?
I will pay your debts. I was sent for your child, or
you can go to her. Whichever you wish you can live
here in Paris. Anyway.
You needn't work anymore. I will take care of everything.
This proved too much for the woman.
She stared stupidly and me, and the officers left in the room
and she gave out a cry. And then fainted, I had her sent
to the hospital where it was discovered that she was
suffering from tuberculosis Fantine, but that was her name
was in a decline in called in a delirium every day for her
daughter. Cosette.
The doctor encouraged me to fetch a child as quickly as I
could. Unfortunately, my duties is
Mayor prevented me from going myself.
So I had a letter sent with more than enough money to pay off
from teens debt to this man. This Monsieur 290 a and asked
that he bring the girl to Moultrie However, greed would
not let this man giving a hundred different reasons in his
response. Why he could not let go of the
child. I went to the hospital and found
foam. Team lucid.
She dictated a letter for me to write.
Miss you too nadie, you will deliver cassette to the barrel.
You will be paid for all the little things.
I have the honor to salute, you and respect Fantine.
Taking the letter, I left and resolved affect child myself.
But first, I had a minor issue to resolve in my office at the
Town Hall. Sitting there at my desk when
she got my tasks, my sister informed me.
That Inspector Javert was waiting in the hallway.
This surprised me as the inspector had avoided me ever
since the incident, the police station.
It must have been of some importance for him to come at
that point. I had him admitted Monsieur Le
maire a culpable act has been committed.
An officer of the law has failed in respect and in the gravest
manner towards a magistrate, I have come to bring awareness to
this act as it is my duty to do. And who is the officer?
Myself. I see.
And the magistrate, he was reason to file a complaint.
You miss you? Miss Eula man.
I've come to request that you call for my dismissal.
He was say that I might have handed in my resignation, but
that does not suffice. Handing in one's resignation is
Honorable, I have failed in my duty, I ought to be punished.
You were severe with me that night and unjustly be so today
with Justice Come. Now, what nonsense is this?
What have you done against me? That could be so horrible.
Yes, yes. I ordered you out of the room
and overturned your sentence, but I do not think that I
denounced you. The prefecture of police in
Paris. You denounced me as a mayor who
was encroached upon the police, as an ex-convict.
I thought it was. So since I first met you, I have
had this feeling and I recognized you from someone with
the feet at the card. I took you for a certain Jean
Valjean What name did you say Jean, Valjean.
He was a convict. Whom I was in the habit of
seeing 20 years ago when I served as a god, a too long.
I'd seen him performed. A similar act while he was in
prison there upon his release, it appears that he dropped a
bishop and violently stole from a small boy on the road, he
disappeared. No one knows how and he has been
sought since then. Superficially.
He resembled the man. I remember, and I denounced you.
And what reply did you receive? That I was mad.
Well, where they were right? You acknowledge this?
I have no choice. The real Jean Valjean has been
found. He has been found.
It goes by another name, of course.
Now he is known as show mightier.
The show mature was arrested last Autumn for stealing a
branch of apples. A simple crime in itself.
But then he was recognized by a trustee an ex-convict named
breve. I know this man.
We served to Long together, he is Jean Valjean Well the brute
denies all of this, the two more of confirmed this along with
myself. Having seen the man up close and
now having seen the real Jean Valjean.
I do not understand how I could have thought otherwise I beg
your pardon Miss Eula Mae. What?
What does this men say to these allegations?
He denies it, this doesn't matter, the stealing of apples,
the robbing of a child, they are all missiny has to any normal
man, but to convict their crimes and mean the galleys for Life,
the case is to be tried in errors tomorrow and I'm to be
witness. But first I must settle the
matter of my denouncing. You would be dismissed I stared
at this man. This man would almost set me
back to prison and I realize the position I was in.
I could be rid of him and never have to worry again.
But something stopped me. Javert.
I told you once that you are a man of honor and I stand by that
judgment. You exaggerate your fault.
I wish we you to retain your post.
He gazed at me with his candid eyes in whose depths is not very
enlightened but pure and rigid conscience.
Seemed visible Monsieur. I cannot grant you that.
So far as exaggeration is concerned, I am not
exaggerating. I suspected you unjustly without
proof and in a fit of rage, I didn't have stood as a convict,
you and mayor in that District, the Earthly epitome of Law and
Order. If one of my subordinates had
done, what I had done, And I would have expelled him
immediately. I have often been severe in the
course of my life towards others.
That is just I have done well. Now, if I were not severe
towards myself, all the justice that I have done would become
Injustice. Should I spare myself more than
others? Merely?
Because I'm a member of the police know.
I do not desire you to treat me with kindness, but with firmness
discharge me. I did not answer.
Instead looking at him and listening to this proud yet to
spare in declaration said with such conviction and gradua.
I shall continue in my post until my replacement has been
named. Monsieur Le maire.
I watched him leave thoughtfully, listening to his
sperm should step, which died away on the pavement in the
corridor. An hour later, I went to the
hospital. With a doctor asked, if I had
fun teens daughter soon was all. I told him.
I visited with Fantine for an hour and urged everybody not to
allow her to want for anything before I left The nursing
sisters in the doctors were convinced.
I was going to fetch the child. Now I ran to the in and asked
The Innkeeper how soon a horse and cart could be procured a
horse that could travel, 20 leagues in a day, would be
capable of traveling the same the following day.
After paying a sound of 500 francs, I had my horse, I would
be an heiress by morning. Should I leave in less than two
hours? I told the Innkeeper to have the
horse and Cat brought to my house by 11:00 and went home to
prepare and rest. I woke an hour before this horse
was to arrive, was filled with Terror.
My sleep had been full of nightmares over what?
I Was preparing to do. Well, what then?
What am I afraid of? What is there an all that for me
to think about? I am safe.
All is over. I had but one partly Open Door
through which my past might have made my life and behold that
door is welded forever. That should've are who's been
annoying me so long that terrible Instinct would seem to
have divined me, which a Divine me?
Good God? It which followed me everywhere.
That fight for hunting, dog. Always making a point at me.
Strong up the scent engaged elsewhere.
Absolutely turn from the tree henceforth.
He satisfied. He will leave me in peace.
He has his Jean Valjean. Who knows?
It is even probable that he will wish to leave town.
They don't know. This has been brought about
without any aid from me and I count for nothing in it.
But where's The Misfortune in this upon my honour?
People would think to see me that some catastrophe has
happened to me. After all, if it does bring harm
to someone, that is not my fault in the least, it is Providence,
which is time to do all this because it was so to be
evidently Have I the right to disarranged?
What has been arranged? What do I ask now?
Why should I metal? It does not concern me what not
satisfied. But what more do I want the
golden which I was fired you for many years, the dream of my
nights, the object of my prayers that to Heaven security.
Now attained it is God who wills it?
I could do nothing against the will of God and why does God
will it? And order that I may continue?
What I have begun that I may do good that I may one day be a
grand and encouraging example that it may be said of at last
that a little happiness has been attached to the Penance which I
have undergone into that virtue which I have returned really.
I do not understand why I was afraid a little while ago to
enter the house of that good curing in to ask his advice,
This is evidently what he would have said to me, it is settled.
Let things take their course, let the good God do as he likes.
Ran from my bedchamber to my drawing room. and the mantle of
the fireplace in front of a large mirror where the two
candlesticks I could never sell them.
I could not, I could not. I couldn't.
I stood there, looking at the candlesticks Can I really go to
the cement trial and get myself up?
Who take care of this town. We have all the good I have
done. The jobs, I provided the schools
and hospitals. I built Fantine and her child.
What will become of all of them? he will all suffer and for what
For this man to whom, I owe nothing a common Thief, a
poacher of apples, one, who Bears my face.
If it is to be true that he Bears, my face that can only be
the will of God. Then I may stay here for only
the Creator can craft a face. I will stay.
I must stay. I ran to the wall and inserted a
key into a hidden, lock opening a secret cabinet.
Inside with a bundle of rags, I'd worn upon my release, the
blue, trousers, the yellow tunic in my knapsack and the kajal in
which I had carried it inside, the knapsack was my passport.
I took it out and read it over and over again.
Dangerous man, the words of very dangerous, man were all.
I could see. I threw the rags and cultural
and Sack into the fire, but I still collect the papers.
I watch them burn. If I destroy this paper, Jean
Valjean will be destroyed gone. Nobody will ever see him again.
Nobody Jean, Valjean my brother. Monsignor.
Would you do this? Would you allow an innocent man?
Just spend the rest of his life in the galleys from your place.
But most senior do not forget, never forget that you are
promised to use this money to become and I promised Jean
Valjean my brother. You no longer belong to evil,
but to good. It is your soul.
The greatest of all known Treasures that I buy from you.
I withdraw it from black thoughts, and the spirit of
petition. And I give it to God.
This year. Miss you.
The horse is waiting, are you? I will be right down.
I'm coming. Welcome back.
Dear guests. Our journey into the heart of
Human Experience continues tonight with a tale of tragedy
and Vengeance and who better to tell this story.
That our dear friend, Johnny Bailey, who witnessed the events
that transpired in the town of Shadow broke Camp.
So many years ago. Mr. Bailey is here, mr.
Hendricks. Excellent.
Show him in good evening. Everyone.
John thank you for joining us tonight.
It's my pleasure. Mr. Hendrickson, I'm always
happy to share a story. Or you're too and I'm here you
have quite the tale to tell us tonight.
Yes indeed, the story of John Farrell, the man who brought his
own downfall upon himself. Well we won't keep our guests
waiting any longer, please Johnny, tell us the tale.
It all happened in the town of Shadow, Brook Camp, nestled in
the valley of which Crest Peak. It was a dark Time full of
secrets, and mistrust, but nothing could have prepared us
for what was about to happen. They hang John Farrell in the
dawn. Amid, the marketplace.
At dusk came. Adam brand to him and spat upon
his face. Oh, neighbors, all speak, Adam
brand, see you John Farrell's fate.
His proven here, a hemp, and nooses stronger than man's hate
for heard you. Not John Farrell's vow to be
Avenged upon me. Come life-or-death, see how he
hangs high on the gallows tree, yet, never word, the people
spoke. In fear and wild surprise for
the grisly corpse raised up its head and stared with sightless
eyes. And with strange motion, slow,
and stiff pointed at Adam brand and clambered down the gibbet
tree. The Noose within its hand with
gaping mouth. Stood Adam brand like a statue
carved of stone till the dead man.
Laid a clammy hand hard on his shoulder then Adam shrieked like
a soul in Hell. A red blood left his face and he
reeled away in a drunken run through the screaming
Marketplace and close behind the With a face, like a mummy's mask
and the dead joints cracked and the stiff legs Creek with down.
Wanted task men fled before the flying Twain or shrank with
bated breath. And they saw on the face of Adam
brand, the seal sent there by death.
He reeled on buckling legs, that failed, yet on and on he fled.
So through the shuddering Marketplace, the dying fled the
day. At the Riverside fell, Adam
brand with a scream that rent the skies across.
It fell, John Farrell's corpse nor ever the twain did rise.
There was no wound on Adam brand, but his brow was cold and
damp for the fear of death and blown out his life as a which
blows out a lamp, his lips were writhed in a horrid grin, like a
fiends on Satan's coals. And the men that looked on his
face. That day is stare, still haunts.
Their souls such was the fate of Adam brand a strange unearthly
fate. Stronger than death or a noose
other fires of a dead man's hate.
I'd like to share with you all and old folk belief that has
been passed down for Generations.
It's often said a speak no ill of the Dead, a warning to
discourage us. From speaking poorly of those
who have passed away. As we just heard.
In the story of dead man's hate the consequences of speaking ill
of the deceased, can be grave, John Farrell, the hangman
returned from Beyond the Grave to seek Vengeance on those who
wronged him in life. The story serves as a reminder
to treat the Dead with respect and to choose our words
carefully, even after they have departed, you never know who or
what might be listening. So as you venture out into the
world Beyond this haunted estate, I urge you to honor the
memory of those who have gone before us, including John
Farrell and that's the end of the tail.
So what do you think folks? A chilling story, huh?
Yes, it certainly is. Thank you for sharing it with
us, mr. Bailey Adeline mr.
Bailey, dear guests. You may remember my housekeeper.
Miss Adeline thornway. Yes.
Adeline. What is the matter?
Excuse me. Is dangerous.
And I'm terribly. Sorry to interrupt, but I caught
misery She seems to have been even with that.
So well I thought I'd heard something scuttling around
earlier. Well then Zaria come in a Come
Here. My Dear one wasn't lurking in
doorways. It's rude.
One might question your upbringing.
I'm sorry. Daddy, I was just curious.
I didn't want to interrupt you and your guests, but Mr. Bailey
always has the best stories. I understand my dear, but it's
important to respect others, privacy.
I finished my studies for the day and my child.
Well then mrs. Aria, please come in and join
us. Mr. Bailey was just about to
tell us another story. Mr. Bailey since little zarya
here has heard this last story. Do you know of one?
She may like, yes, I do. It's a story I heard from an
old-timer Named Sam Driscoll. He told me this tale when he was
passing through here. Of course, he had no idea.
He was sharing a whiskey with a ghost, but I digress.
Would you be interested in hearing?
The comeuppance Tale of Two fellows, who thought they could
pull off the perfect kidnapping. Yes please, please tell us the
tale, mr. Bailey, I call this story.
The Ransom of Red Chief. It looked like a good thing but
wait till I tell you we were down south in Alabama, build
Driscoll in myself. When this kidnapping idea struck
us, it was as Bill afterward expressed it during a moment of
temporary mental Apparition but we didn't find that out until
later. There was a town down there as
flat as a flannel cake and called Summit.
Of course, it contained. Inhabitants of is UND, Ella
tereus and self-satisfied a class of peasantry as ever
clustered around a maple. Bill and me had a joint capital
of about $600 and we need to just two thousand dollars more
to pull off a fraudulent Town, lot scheme in Western Illinois
with we talked it over on the front steps of the hotel follow
progenitor eveness says, we is strong and semi rural
communities. Therefore, and for other
reasons, a kidnapping project ought to do better there, than
in the radius of newspapers that send reporters out in, plain
clothes to stir up. Talk about such things.
We knew that some had couldn't get after us with anything
stronger than constables and maybe some lackadaisical
Bloodhounds and a diatribe or two in the weekly Farmers budget
so it looked good, we selected for our victim.
The only child of a prominent citizen named Ebenezer Dorset
the father was respectable in tight.
A mortgage fancier in a Stern upright collection plate passer
and for closer the kid was a boy of 10 with bath relief freckles.
With and hair, the color of the cover of the magazine you buy at
the newsstand. When you want to catch a train
Bill and me figured that Ebenezer would melt down for a
ransom of two thousand dollars to assent.
But wait till I tell you about two miles from Summit, was a
little mountain covered with a dense Cedar break on the rear
elevation of this mountain was a cave where we stored provisions.
One evening after Sundown, we drove in a buggy, past old
dorset's house, the kid was in the street throwing rocks at a
kitten on the opposite fence. Hey, little boy, says bill.
Would you like to have a bag of candy and a nice ride, the boy
catches Bill neatly in the eye with a piece of brick.
That will cost the old man. An extra $500 says Bill climbing
over the wheel that boy put up a fight like a welterweight
Cinnamon Bear. But at last, we got him down the
bottom of the bucket. And drove away.
We took him up to the cave and I hitch the horse and the cedar
break after dark. I drove the buggy to the little
village three miles away, where we had hired it and walk back to
the mountain. Bill was pasting Court plaster
over the scratches and bruises on his features.
There was a fire burning behind the big rock at the entrance of
the cave and the boy was watching a pot of boiling coffee
with to buzzard. Tail feathers, stuck in his red
hair. He points a stick at me, when I
come up and says, Ah, cursed paleface, do you dare to enter
the camp of Red Chief? The terror of the Plains.
He's all right now, says, Bill rolling up his trousers and
examining some bruises on his shins.
We're playing Indian or making Buffalo Bills.
Show look like magic. Lantern views of Palestine in
the town hall. I'm old Hank, the Trapper read
cheapskate. And I'm to be scalped Daybreak
by Geronimo that kid can kick hard.
Yes, sir. That boy seemed to be having the
time of his life, the fun of camping out in a cave and made
him. Forget that he was a captive
himself. He immediately Kristen me, snake
eye, the spy and announced that when his Braves returned from
the war path, I was to be broiled at the stake at the
rising of the sun. Then we had supper and he filled
his mouth full of bacon. Bread and gravy and began to
talk. He made a during dinner speech,
something like this. I like this fine.
I never camped out before but I had a pet possum once and I was
nine last birthday, I hate to go to school rats ate up 16 of
Jimmy. Talbots Aunt, speckled, hens
eggs. Are there any real Indians in
these Woods? I want some more gravy does the
trees moving make the wind blow. We had five puppies, what makes
your nose so red Hank, my father has lots of Honey are the stars
hot. I whip deadwalker twice
Saturday. I don't like girls, you descent
catch toads and less with a string to ox and make any noise
why are orange is round? Have you got beds to sleep on in
this cave? Amos Murray has got six toes.
A parrot can talk but a monkey or a fish can.
How many does it take to make 12 every few minutes?
He would remember that. He was a pesky Redskin and pick
up his stick rifle and tiptoe to the mouth of the cave to rubber
for the Scouts of the hated pale face now and Then he would let
out a war, whoop, that made old Hank.
The Trapper shiver that boy had built terrorized from the start
Red, Chief says, I to the kid. Would you like to go home?
What, for says, he, I don't have any fun at home.
I hate to go to school. I like to camp out.
You won't take me back home again.
Snake, I will you not right away.
Says I will stay here in the cable while, alright says he
that'll be fine. I never had such fun in all my
life. Well, yeah, we went to bed about
eleven o'clock. We spread down some wide
blankets and quilts and put red chief between us.
We weren't afraid, he'd run away.
He kept us awake for three hours, jumping up and reaching
for his rifle and screeching, hist Pard in mine and Bill's
ears as the fancy crackle of a twig or the rustle of a leaf
revealed to his young imagination.
The stealthy approach of the outlaw band at last.
I fell into A troubled sleep and dream that I had been huge
napped and chained to a tree by a ferocious pirate.
With red hair. Just add a break.
I was awakened by a series of awful screams from Bill.
They weren't yells or howls, shouts or Hoops or your jobs
such as you'd expect from a manly set of vocal organs.
They were simply indecent terrifying, humiliating screams
such as women admit when they're See ghosts or caterpillars.
It's an awful thing to hear a strong desperate fat, man,
scream incontinently in a cave at Daybreak.
I jumped up to see what the matter was.
Red Chief was sitting on bills chest with one hand twined in
bills hair and the other. He has a sharp case knife will
use for slashing bacon, and he was industriously.
And realistically trying to take Bill scalp according to the
centers that have been pronounced upon him.
The even before I got the knife away from I'm the kid and made
him lie down again, but from that moment, Bill Spirit was
broken. He laid down on his side of the
bed, but he never closed an eye again in sleep long.
As that boy was with, I dozed off for a while, but along
towards sunup. I remembered that red chief had
said, I was to be burned at the stake at the rising of the sun.
I wasn't nervous or afraid, but I sat up and lit my pipe and
leaned against a rock. What you getting up so soon,
force a mask. Means as I, oh, I gotta kind of
a pain in my shoulder. I thought sitting up would
rested. You're a liar, says Bill.
You're afraid you was to be burned at Sunrise and you was
afraid. He'd do it and he would too if
he could find a match. Ain't it?
Awful Sam. Do you think anybody will pay
out money to get a little imp like that back home?
Sure said, I around a kid like that is just the kind that
parents do Don. Now you and the chief get up and
cook breakfast while I go up on the top of this mountain and
reconnoiter. I went up on the peak of the
little mountain and ran my eye over the contiguous vicinity
over towards Summit. I expected to see the sturdy
yeomen re of the village armed with scythes and pitchforks
beating the countryside for the dastardly kidnappers.
But what I saw was a peaceful landscape dotted with one man
plowing with a done. Mule nobody was dragging the
creek. No, couriers dashed hither and
yon. Bringing Tidings of no news to
the Parents. There was a Sylvan attitude of
somnolent sleepiness, pervading that section of the external
outward surface of Alabama that lay exposed to my view.
Perhaps. As I to myself, it is not yet
been discovered that the wolves have borne away.
The tender lamb came from the fold Heaven.
Help The Wolves says I and I went down the mountain to
breakfast. I got to the cave.
I found Bill backed up against the side of it breathing hard
and the boy By threatening to smash him with a rock half as
big as a coconut. He put a red-hot boiled potato
down my back, explain Bill and then mashed it with his foot and
I boxed his ears. Have you got a gun about?
You Sam took the rock away from the boy and kind of patched up
the argument. I'll fix you says the kid to
build. No man.
Ever yet struck the Red Chief but what he got paid for it, you
better beware after breakfast, the kid takes a piece of Other
with strings wrapped around it, out of his pocket and goes
outside the cave, unwinding it. What's he up to now, says Bill
anxiously at. You don't think he'll run away,
do you Sam? No fear of.
It says, I he don't seem to be much of a homebody, but we've
got to fix up some plan about the ransom.
There. Don't seem to be much excitement
around Summit on account of his disappearance, but maybe they
haven't realized yet that he's gone.
His folks, may think he's spending the night with Aunt
Jane or one of the neighbors anyhow.
He'll be Miss today tonight we must get a message to his father
demanding. The two thousand dollars for his
return. Just then we heard a kind of War
whoop such as David might have emitted when he knocked out the
champion Goliath. It was a sling that red chief
had pulled out of his pocket and he was whirling.
It around his head. I dodged and heard a heavy thud
and a kind of a sigh from Bill. Like a horse gives out.
When you take his saddle off, a rock the size.
Size of an egg had caught bill just behind his left ear.
He loosened himself all over and fell in the fire across the
frying pan of hot water for washing, the dishes, I dragged
him out, and poured cold water on his head.
For half an hour, by-and-by Bill sits up and feels behind his ear
and says Sam. Do you know who my favorite
biblical character is make it easy says I you'll come to your
senses presently King Herod Says he you won't go away and leave
me here, alone, will you Sam? I went out and caught that boy
and shook him until his freckles rattled.
If you don't behave says, I I'll take you straight home now.
Are you going to be good or not? I was only fun and says he
sullenly. I didn't mean to hurt old Hank,
but what did he hit me for? I'll behave.
Snake eye. If you won't send me home, and
if you, let me play the Black Scout today.
I don't know. The game says, I that's for you,
and mr. Bill to decide He's your
playmate for the day. I'm going away for a while on
business. Now, you come in and make
friends with him and say you are sorry for hurting him or home.
You go at once. I made him and Bill shake hands.
And then I took Bill aside and told him, I was going to Poplar
covid Little Village, 3 miles from the cave and find out what
I could about how the kidnapping had been regarded in Summit.
Also, I thought it best to send a peremptory letter to Old Man,
Dorset that day demanding The Ransom and dictating how it
should be paid. You know, Sam says Bill.
I've stood by you without batting an eye on earthquakes
fire and flood in poker games, Dynamite outrageous.
Police raids, train, robberies and Cyclones.
I never lost my nerve yet till we kidnap that two-legged
Skyrocket of a kid. He's got me going.
You won't leave me along with him.
Will you Sam? I'll be back, sometime this
afternoon. You must keep quiet till I
return. Bill, and I got paper and pencil
and worked on the letter while Red Chief with a blanket wrapped
around him, strutted up and down.
Guarding the mouth of the cave. Bill beg me tearfully to make
the ransom fifteen hundred dollars instead of 2000.
I ain't attempting says he to decry the celebrated moral
aspect of Parental affection, but we're dealing with human,
and it ain't human for anybody to give up two thousand dollars
for that. 40 pound chunk of freckled.
Wildcat, I'm willing to take a chance at $1500.
You can charge the difference up to me, so, To relieve bill.
I exceeded skill. We have your boy concealed in a
place. Far from Summit.
It is useless for you or the most skillful detectives to
attempt to find him. Absolutely.
The only terms on which you can have him restored to you are
these we demand $1500 in large bills for his return the money
to be left at midnight tonight at the same spot and in the same
box as you were. As hot hereinafter described, if
you agree to these terms, send your answer in writing by a
solitary messenger tonight at half past 8:00 after crossing
our Creek on the road to Poplar Cove.
There are three large trees about 100 yards apart, close to
the fence of the wheat field on the right hand side.
At the bottom of the fence post opposite.
The third tree will be found a small pasteboard box.
The Messenger will place the answer in this box and return
immediately to some if you attempt any treachery or fail to
comply with our demand is stated.
You will never see your boy again.
If you pay the money as demanded, he will be returned to
you safe and well within three hours, these terms are final.
And if you do not exceed to them, no further communication
will be tempted to desperate men.
I addressed this letter to Dorset and put it in my pocket.
As I was about to start the kid comes up to me and says, Ah,
snake you said I could play the Black Scout while you was gone.
Play it, of course, mr. Bill play with you.
What kind of game is it? I'm the black Scout.
This is Red Chief. And I have to ride to The
Stockade to warn the settlers that the unions are coming.
I'm tired of playing Indian myself.
I want to be the black Scout. All right, Cesaro, it sounds
harmless to me, I guess, mr. Bill will help you foil.
The pesky Savages? What am I to do asked Bill
looking at the kids, suspiciously you are the heart
is as black Scout, get down on your hands and knees.
How can I ride to The Stockade without a horse?
You better keep him. Interested said, I till we get
the scheme going, loosen up, Bill gets down on his all fours
and a look comes in his eye like a rabbit's when you catch it in
a trap. How far is it to The Stockade
kid? He asks in a husky manner of
voice. 19 miles says the black Scout and you have to hump
yourself to get there on time. Whoa.
Now the black Scout jumps on bills back and digs his heels in
his side. Says Bill, hurry back Sam.
As soon as you can I wish we hadn't made the ransom more than
1,000. Say, you quit kicking me or I'll
get up and warm. You good.
I walked over to Poplar Cove and sat around the post office and
store talking job Aikens. Came in to trade one whisker and
says that he hears Summit is all upset on account of Elder
Ebenezer. Dorset boy having been lost or
stolen that was all I wanted. I bought some smoking tobacco
referred Casualties of the price of black-eyed.
Peas posted my letter surreptitiously and came away.
Yeah, the Postmaster said, the mail carrier would come by in an
hour to take the mail on to Summit when I got back to the
cave, bill in the boy were not to be found.
I explored the vicinity of the cave and risked a yodel or two,
but there was no response. So I lighted my pipe and sat
down on a Mossy Bank to await developments in about half an
hour. I heard the bush.
His Russell and Bill wobbled out into the little Glade in front
of the cave behind him, was the kids stepping softly?
Like a scout with a broad grin on his face.
Bill stopped took off his hat and wiped his face with a red
handkerchief. The kids stopped about 8 feet
behind him as Sam says bill. I suppose you'll think I'm a
renegade but I couldn't help it. I'm a grown person with
masculine proclivities and habits of Defense.
But there's a time. When all systems of egotism and
predominance fail, the boys gone.
I've sent him home. All is off, there was Martyrs
and old times. I goes on Bill that suffered
death rather than give up the particular graph.
They enjoyed no none of them ever was subjugated to such
Supernatural. Tortures, as I have been, I
tried to be faithful to our articles of depredation, but
there came a limit. What's the trouble, bill?
I asked him, I was Road, says Bill, the 90 miles to The
Stockade, not boring, an inch. Then when the settlers was
rescued, I was given those sand, ain't a palatable substitute,
and then for an hour, I had to try to explain to him, why there
was nothing in holes. How a road can run both ways,
and what makes the Greeks green. I tell you Sam.
A human can only stand so much. I takes him by the neck of his
clothes and drags him down the mountain.
Ian. On the way, he kicks my legs
black and blue from the knees down.
And I've got two or three bites on my thumb and a hand
cauterized, but he's gone, continues, Bill gone home.
I showed him the road to summon and kicked him about eight feet
nearer there at one kick. I'm sorry.
We lose the ransom, but it was either that or Bill Driscoll to
the madhouse bill is puffing and blowing but in there is a look
of ineffable. Peace and growing content on his
rose. Pink features bill says Hi.
There isn't any heart disease in your family?
Is there? No nothing.
Chronic except malaria an accident.
Why then you might turn around says, I and have a look behind.
You build turns, and sees the boy and loses.
His complexion and sits down plump on the ground, and begins
to pluck, aimlessly at grass and little sticks for an hour.
I was afraid for his mind and then I told him that my scheme
was to put the whole job through.
Idiot Lee and that we would get the ransom and be off with it by
midnight. If old Dorset fell in with our
proposition. So Bill braced up enough, to
give the kid a week, sort of a smile, and a promise, to play
the Russian in a Japanese war with him.
As soon as he felt a little better.
I had a scheme for collecting that Ransom, without danger of
being caught by counter plots that ought to commend itself to
professional kidnappers the tree under, which The answer was to
be left and the money later on was close to the road fence with
Big Bear fields on all sides. If a gang of constables should
be watching for anyone to come for the note, they could see him
a long way off crossing the fields or in the road, but no
siree at 8:30. I was up in that tree as well
hidden as a tree toad, waiting for the messenger to arrive
exactly on time. A half-grown boy.
Rides up the road on. Bicycle locates the pasteboard
box, at the foot of the fence posts lips, a folded piece of
paper into it and pedals away again back towards Summit.
I waited an hour and then concluded, the thing was Square.
I slid down the tree, got the note and slipped along the fence
till I struck the woods and was back at the cave in another half
an hour. I opened the note got near the
landing and read it to Bill. It was written with a pin and a
crab hand and the sum and substance of it was this Two
desperate men. Gentlemen, I received your
letter today by Post in regard to The Ransom you asked for the
return of my son. I think you are a little high in
your demands and I hereby make you counter proposition which I
am inclined to believe you will accept.
You bring Johnny home and pay me $250 in cash and I agreed to
take him off your hands. You had better come at night for
the Neighbors. Believe he is lost and I Will be
responsible for what they would do to anybody.
They saw bringing him back very respectfully Ebenezer Dorset.
Great Pirates. Of Penzance, says, I of all the
impudent, but I glanced at Bill and hesitated, he had the most
appealing look in his eyes. I ever saw on the face of a dumb
or talking brute. Sam says, he what's $250?
After all, we've got the money, one more night of this kid will
send me to a bed in Bedlam, besides being a thorough
gentleman. But I think mr.
Dorsen is a spendthrift for making us.
Such a liberal offer. You ain't going to let the
chance. Go.
Are you tell you? The truth bill says, I this
little, he ulam has somewhat got on my nerves too.
Will take him home. Pay the ransom, and make our
getaway. We took him home that night.
We got him to go by telling him that his father had bought a
silver mounted rifle and a pair of moccasins for him and we were
going to hunt bears the next day.
It was just 12 o'clock when we knocked it Ebenezer's front
door. Just at the moment when I should
have been abstracting the fifteen hundred dollars from the
box under the tree. According to the original
proposition, bill was counting out 250 dollars into dorset's
hand. When the kid found out, we were
going to leave him at home, he started up a howl, like a
calliope and fashioned himself as tight as a leech to build leg
his father, peeled him away, go. Gradually like a porous plaster.
How long can you hold him asks Bill?
Well, I'm not as strong as they used to be, says old Dorset, but
I think I can promise you ten minutes.
Enough says bill in 10 minutes. I shall cross the central
Southern and Midwestern states and be legging it trippingly for
the Canadian border. And as dark as it was in his fat
as bill was and as good a runner as I am, he was a good mile and
a half out of summit before I could catch up with him.
Wow, what a great night of stories.
Thanks for sharing all those tails with me mr.
Bailey. Yes, it's always a delight to
hear these old stories again. Sorry.
Yeah. To the door.
Mr. Hendrickson and Johnny Bailey, and I'm playing cards
and smoking in the Parlor. They'll be at it all night.
I'm sure. I'm glad we could all spend this
evening together. Thank you for joining us.
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