Beasley's Christmas Party

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - The maple-bordered street was as still as a country Sunday; so quiet that there seemed an echo to my footsteps. It was four o'clock in the morning; clear October moonlight misted through the thinning foliage to the shadowy sidewalk and lay like a transparent silver fog upon the house of my admiration as I strode along returning from my first night's work on the Wainwright Morning Despatch. I had already marked that house as the finest (to my taste) in Wainwright though hitherto on my excursions to this metropolis the state capital I was not without a certain native jealousy that Spencerville the county-seat where I lived had nothing so good. Now however I approached its purlieus with a pleasure in it quite unalloyed for I was at last myself a resident (albeit of only one day's standing) of Wainwright and the house - though I had not even an idea who lived there - part of my possessions as a citizen. Moreover I might enjoy the warmer pride of a next-door-neighbor for Mrs. Apperthwaite's where I had taken a room was just beyond.