The Golden House
A dreary little group was trudging along a Swedish highroad one bright October morning. It was a union between north and south, and like many other unions, not altogether founded on love. The bear, the prominent member of the party, was a Swede, and a Swede in a very bad humour. The iron ring in his torn nose, and the stout stick in the hand of one of his Italian masters, showed very plainly that he needed stern discipline. Now he dragged at the strong rope attached to the iron ring, and held back, moving his clumsy legs as if his machinery were out of order, or at least as if goodwill were lacking to give it a fair start.
The broad hats of the two men were gloomily slouched over their eyes; for they were thoroughly chilled, having passed the night in the open air for want of shelter. The woman, brown, thin, and bare-headed, coughed, and pressed her hand to her breast, where a stiff bundle was hidden under her shawl.
They rounded a little turn in the road, hitherto shut in by high spruces, and came suddenly in sight of a cottage of yellow pine, that glowed cheerfully against its dark background of evergreens.
"We stop at the golden house," said the older of the men, the bearer of the organ, and evidently the leader as well as the musician of the party.
The younger Italian laughed a scornful laugh as he said in his own language, "Only poor people live there."
"We stop at the golden house!" commanded his companion, adding, "It brings good luck to play for the poor."
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The broad hats of the two men were gloomily slouched over their eyes; for they were thoroughly chilled, having passed the night in the open air for want of shelter. The woman, brown, thin, and bare-headed, coughed, and pressed her hand to her breast, where a stiff bundle was hidden under her shawl.
They rounded a little turn in the road, hitherto shut in by high spruces, and came suddenly in sight of a cottage of yellow pine, that glowed cheerfully against its dark background of evergreens.
"We stop at the golden house," said the older of the men, the bearer of the organ, and evidently the leader as well as the musician of the party.
The younger Italian laughed a scornful laugh as he said in his own language, "Only poor people live there."
"We stop at the golden house!" commanded his companion, adding, "It brings good luck to play for the poor."
The Golden House
A dreary little group was trudging along a Swedish highroad one bright October morning. It was a union between north and south, and like many other unions, not altogether founded on love. The bear, the prominent member of the party, was a Swede, and a Swede in a very bad humour. The iron ring in his torn nose, and the stout stick in the hand of one of his Italian masters, showed very plainly that he needed stern discipline. Now he dragged at the strong rope attached to the iron ring, and held back, moving his clumsy legs as if his machinery were out of order, or at least as if goodwill were lacking to give it a fair start.
The broad hats of the two men were gloomily slouched over their eyes; for they were thoroughly chilled, having passed the night in the open air for want of shelter. The woman, brown, thin, and bare-headed, coughed, and pressed her hand to her breast, where a stiff bundle was hidden under her shawl.
They rounded a little turn in the road, hitherto shut in by high spruces, and came suddenly in sight of a cottage of yellow pine, that glowed cheerfully against its dark background of evergreens.
"We stop at the golden house," said the older of the men, the bearer of the organ, and evidently the leader as well as the musician of the party.
The younger Italian laughed a scornful laugh as he said in his own language, "Only poor people live there."
"We stop at the golden house!" commanded his companion, adding, "It brings good luck to play for the poor."
The broad hats of the two men were gloomily slouched over their eyes; for they were thoroughly chilled, having passed the night in the open air for want of shelter. The woman, brown, thin, and bare-headed, coughed, and pressed her hand to her breast, where a stiff bundle was hidden under her shawl.
They rounded a little turn in the road, hitherto shut in by high spruces, and came suddenly in sight of a cottage of yellow pine, that glowed cheerfully against its dark background of evergreens.
"We stop at the golden house," said the older of the men, the bearer of the organ, and evidently the leader as well as the musician of the party.
The younger Italian laughed a scornful laugh as he said in his own language, "Only poor people live there."
"We stop at the golden house!" commanded his companion, adding, "It brings good luck to play for the poor."
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| BN ID: | 2940013868083 |
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| Publisher: | Del Williams Media |
| Publication date: | 12/19/2011 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 473 KB |
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