The Sturdy Oak: A Composite Novel of American Politics
Book format: An electronic version of a printed book that can be read on a computer or handheld device designed specifically for this purpose.
Publisher: Date:2/4/2010 - Nabu Press
By: Mary Hunter Austin, Elizabeth Garver Jordan, Samuel Merwin
Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III BY FANNIE HURST Destiny, busybody that she is, has her thousand irons in her perpetual fires, turning, testing and wielding them. While Miss Betty Sheridan, for another scornful time, was rereading the well-thumbed copy of the Sentinel, her fine back arched like a prize cat's, George Remington in his small mahogany office adjoining, neck low and heels high, was codifying, over and over again, the small planks of his platform, stuffing the knot holes which afforded peeps to the opposite side of the issue with anti-putty, and planning a bombardment of his pattest phrases for the complete capitulation of his Uncle Jaffry. While Genevieve Remington in her snug library, so eager in her wifeliness- to clamber up to her husband's small planks, and if need be, spread her prettily flounced skirts over the rotting places, wasmemorizing, with more pride than understanding, extracts from the controversial article for quotation at the Woman's Club meeting, Mr. Penfield Evans, with a determination which considerably expanded his considerable chest measurement, ran two at a bound up the white stone steps of Mrs. Gallup's private boarding-house and pulled out the white china knob of a bell that gave no evidence of having sounded within, and left him uncertain to ring again. A cast-iron deer, with lichen growing along its antlers, stood poised for instant flight in Mrs. Gallup's front yard. While Mr. Evans waited he regarded its cast- iron flanks, but not seeingly. His rather the expression of one who stares into the future and smiles at what he sees. Erie Street, shaded by a double row of showy chestnuts, lay in summer calm. A garden hose with a patent attachment spun spray over an adjoining lawn and sent up a greeny smell. Out from under the striped awning of Hasse...