The Robb's Island wreck
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:8/4/2009 - General Books LLC
By: Lynn Roby Meekins
Excerpt from book: IN THE EARLY CHRISTMAS MORNING. HEN Samuel Newton sat in his office the day before Christmas and looked vacantly out through the window, he was doing something he seldom did he was wasting time. He simply could n't work. You can't expect a man to concentrate anything even his mind when he has proposed to a widow and is waiting for her to think it over. You can't expect a man to keep his energy moving when his mill property has been closed by a general strike, with no apparent likelihood of settlement. You can't expect a man to be satisfied with himself when he has outdone his own sense of generosity by purchasing a ten-dollar gift for a small boy, even if that boy be the widow's son. And when you combine the uncertainty of the widow with the certainty of the strike not to mention the boy what can you expect? Well, anything! A bachelor in love after forty is a sight for the gods. The youth of twenty or thereabouts, or even the young man on the bright side of thirty, has the same emotions: but they fit him better. He nurses them as he does his mustache, and saves himself from absolute submission to the young lady by the somewhat cheerful conceit that he is a great fellow among the girls. But while love ceases to be an emotion and becomes a plan of campaign with many women after forty, with a man it engrosses it overwhelms. It is the seething maelstrom in which the poor fellow is whirled around by alternate currents of ecstasy and despair. In fact, after forty love is a very serious disease, a kind of dizziness of the head and heart, and the condition of a patient who is waiting for a widow's answer is what the doctors call critical. Rev. Paul Worthington said all this, and he ought to know, for he was in love himself : and he had a right to know about this part...