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Dixon, Thomas

 
9780559067709: The Root of Evil

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The Root of Evil heard was from ivithin, and the glory of life was shining from his eyes. A gain the hucksters cry rang over theS quare: Straw berries! Straw berries! The dreamer closed his eyes and smiled. A flood of tender memories stole into his heart from the sunlit fields of theS outh. He had gone hunting wild strawberries with Nan Primrose on the hills at home inN orth Carolina the day he first knew that he loved her. How beautiful she was that day in the plain blue cotton dress which fitted her superb young figure to perfection! How well he remembered every detail of that ramble over the red hills he could hear now the whistle of a bob white sitting on the fence near the spring where they lunched, calling to his mate. As Nan nestled closer on the old stile, they saw the little brown, bird slip from her nest in a clump of straw, lift her head, and softly answer. Look! Nan had whispered excitedly. There sher nest! He recalled distinctly his tremor of sympathetic excitement as her warm hand drew him to the spot. With peculiar vividness he remembered the extraordinary moisture of the palm of her hand trembling with eager interest as he counted the eggs twenty beauties. But above all memories stood out one! As he bent close above her he caught for the first time in his life the delicate perfume of her dark rich hair and felt the thrill of its mystery. It stheir little home, isnt it, Jim! she exclaimed, I hope I can build as snug a nest for you some day, Nan! he whispered gravely. And when she stood silent and blushing, he made the final plunge.
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At the end of a warm spring day in New York, James Stuart sat in the open window of his room on Washington Square, smiling. With a sense of deep joy he watched the trees shake the raindrops from their new emerald robes, and the flying clouds that flecked the Western sky melt into seas of purple and gold. A huckster turned into Fourth Street, crying: "Straw—berries! Straw—berries!" And the young lawyer laughed lazily. The chatter of the sparrows, the shouts of children in the Square and the huckster's drawling call seemed the subtones of a strangely beautiful oratorio of nature into which every sound of earth had softly melted. Even the roar of the elevated trains on Sixth Avenue and the screech of their wheels as the cars turned the corner of the filthy street in the rear were music. A secret joy filled the world. Nothing could break its spell—not even the devilish incessant rattle of the machine hammers flattening the heads of the rivets on the huge steel warehouse of the American Chemical Company rising across the avenue. The music he heard was from within, and the glory of life was shining from his eyes.

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