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an efficacious way of dealing with these gentry。〃 He rose and took a
double…barreled fowling…piece from the chimney。 〃When a tramp
appears on my property； I warn him off。 If he persists； I fire on himas I
would on any criminal trespasser。〃
〃Fire on him？〃 I echoed in alarm。
〃YesBUT WITH POWDER ONLY！ Of course HE doesn't know
that。 But he doesn't come back。〃
It struck me for the first time that possibly many other of my friend's
arguments might be only blank cartridges； and used to frighten off other
trespassing intellects。
〃Of course； if the tramp still persisted； I would be justified in using
shot。 Last evening I had a visit from one。 He was coming over the wall。
My shot gun was efficacious； you should have seen him run！〃
It was useless to argue with so positive a mind； and I dropped the
subject。 After breakfast I strolled over the downs； my friend promising to
join me as soon as he arranged some household business。
It was a lovely； peaceful morning； not unlike the day when I first met
my friend； the Tramp。 The hush of a great benediction lay on land and
sea。 A few white sails twinkled afar； but sleepily； one or two large ships
were creeping in lazily； like my friend； the Tramp。 A voice behind me
startled me。
My host had rejoined me。 His face； however； looked a little troubled。
〃I just now learned something of importance；〃 he began。 〃It appears
that with all my precautions that Tramp has visited my kitchen； and the
servants have entertained him。 Yesterday morning； it appears； while I
was absent； he had the audacity to borrow my gun to go duck…shooting。
At the end of two or three hours he returned with two ducks andthe gun。〃
〃That was； at least； honest。〃
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〃Yesbut！ That fool of a girl says that； as he handed back the gun； he
told her it was all right； and that he had loaded it up again to save the
master trouble。〃
I think I showed my concern in my face； for he added； hastily： 〃It was
only duck…shot； a few wouldn't hurt him！〃
Nevertheless； we both walked on in silence for a moment。 〃I thought
the gun kicked a little；〃 he said at last； musingly； 〃but the idea of Hallo！
what's this？〃
He stopped before the hollow where I had first seen my Tramp。 It
was deserted； but on the mosses there were spots of blood and fragments
of an old gown； blood…stained； as if used for bandages。 I looked at it
closely： it was the gown intended for the consumptive wife of my friend；
the Tramp。
But my host was already nervously tracking the bloodstains that on
rock； moss； and boulder were steadily leading toward the sea。 When I
overtook him at last on the shore； he was standing before a flat rock； on
which lay a bundle I recognized； tied up in a handkerchief； and a crooked
grape…vine stick。
〃He may have come here to wash his woundssalt is a styptic；〃 said
my host； who had recovered his correct precision of statement。
I said nothing； but looked toward the sea。 Whatever secret lay hid in
its breast； it kept it fast。 Whatever its calm eyes had seen that summer
night； it gave no reflection now。 It lay there passive； imperturbable； and
reticent。 But my friend； the Tramp； was gone！
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THE MAN FROM SOLANO
He came toward me out of an opera lobby； between the acts；a figure
as remarkable as anything in the performance。 His clothes； no two
articles of which were of the same color； had the appearance of having
been purchased and put on only an hour or two before；a fact more
directly established by the clothes…dealer's ticket which still adhered to his
coat…collar； giving the number； size； and general dimensions of that
garment somewhat obtrusively to an uninterested public。 His trousers
had a straight line down each leg； as if he had been born flat but had since
developed； and there was another crease down his back； like those figures
children cut out of folded paper。 I may add that there was no
consciousness of this in his face； which was good…natured； and； but for a
certain squareness in the angle of his lower jaw； utterly uninteresting and
commonplace。
〃You disremember me；〃 he said； briefly； as he extended his hand； 〃but
I'm from Solano； in Californy。 I met you there in the spring of '57。 I
was tendin' sheep； and you was burnin' charcoal。〃 There was not the
slightest trace of any intentional rudeness in the reminder。 It was simply
a statement of fact； and as such to be accepted。
〃What I hailed ye for was only this；〃 he said； after I had shaken hands
with him。 〃I saw you a minnit ago standin' over in yon box chirpin'
with a ladya young lady； peart and pretty。 Might you be telling me her
name？〃
I gave him the name of a certain noted belle of a neighboring city； who
had lately stirred the hearts of the metropolis； and who was especially
admired by the brilliant and fascinating young Dashboard； who stood
beside me。
The Man from Solano mused for a moment； and then said； 〃Thet's so！
thet's the name！ It's the same gal！〃
〃You have met her； then？〃 I asked； in surprise。
〃Ye…es；〃 he responded； slowly： 〃I met her about fower months ago。
She'd bin makin' a tour of Californy with some friends； and I first saw her
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aboard the cars this side of Reno。 She lost her baggage… checks； and I
found them on the floor and gave 'em back to her； and she thanked me。 I
reckon now it would be about the square thing to go over thar and sorter
recognize her。〃 He stopped a moment； and looked at us inquiringly。
〃My dear sir；〃 struck in the brilliant and fascinating Dashboard； 〃if
your hesitation proceeds from any doubt as to the propriety of your attire； I
beg you to dismiss it from your mind at once。 The tyranny of custom； it
is true； compels your friend and myself to dress peculiarly； but I assure
you nothing could be finer than the way that the olive green of your coat
melts in the delicate yellow of your cravat； or the pearl gray of your
trousers blends with the bright blue of your waistcoat； and lends additional
brilliancy to that massive oroide watch…chain which you wear。〃
To my surprise； the Man from Solano did not strike him。 He looked
at the ironical Dashboard with grave earnestness； and then said quietly：
〃Then I reckon you wouldn't mind showin' me in thar？〃
Dashboard was； I admit； a little staggered at this。 But he recovered
himself； and； bowing ironically； led the way to the box。 I followed him and
the Man from Solano。
Now； the belle in question happened to be a gentlewomandescended
from gentlewomenand after Dashboard's ironical introduction； in which
the Man from Solano was not spared； she comprehended the situation
instantly。 To Dashboard's surprise she drew a chair to her side； made the
Man from Solano sit down； quietly turned her back on Dashboard； and in
full view of the brilliant audience and the focus of a hundred lorgnettes；
entered into conversation with him。
Here； for the sake of romance； I should like to say he became animated；
and exhibited some trait of excellence；some rare wit or solid sense。 But
the fact is he was dull and stupid to the last degree。 He persisted in
keeping the conversation upon the subject of the lost baggage…checks； and
every bright attempt of the lady to divert him failed signally。 At last； to
everybody's relief； he rose； and leaning over her chair； said：
〃I calklate to stop over here some time； miss； and you and me