Martin Eden Ch 25 p236

Paul Stought

Jul 1

stable for the horses, and cow-barns, of course. There will be chickens, pigs, vegetables, fruit trees, and everything like that; and there will be enough cows to pay for a hired man or two. Then you won't have anything to do but take care of the children. For that matter, if you find a good man, you can marry and take it easy while he runs the ranch."	staebul faur dhu haursuz, and kou-bornz, uv kaurs. Dher wil by chikunz, pigz, vejutubulz, froot tryz, and evrything liek dhat; and dher wil by inuf kouz too pae faur u hierd man aur too. Dhen ue woent hav enything too doo but taek ker uv dhu childrun. Faur dhat matur, if ue fiend u gwd man, ue kan mary and taek it yzy whiel hy runz dhu ranch."
And from such largess, dispensed from his future, Martin turned and took his one good suit of clothes to the pawnshop. His plight was desperate for him to do this, for it cut him off from Ruth. He had no second-best suit that was presentable, and though he could go to the butcher and the baker, and even on occasion to his sister's, it was beyond all daring to dream of entering the Morse home so disreputably apparelled.	And frum such lorjes, dispensd frum hiz fuechur, Mortun turnd and twk hiz wun gwd soot uv kloedhz too dhu paunshop. Hiz pliet wuz despurut faur him too doo dhis, faur it kut him of frum Rooth. Hy had noe sekund-best soot dhat wuz prizentubul, and dhoe hy kwd goe too dhu bwchur and dhu baekur, and yvun on ukaezhun too hiz sistur'z, it wuz byond aul dering too drym uv enturing dhu Maurs hoem soe disrepyutubly upareld.
He toiled on, miserable and well-nigh hopeless. It began to appear to him that the second battle was lost and that he would have to go to work. In doing this he would satisfy everybody—the grocer, his sister, Ruth, and even Maria, to whom he owed a month's room rent. He was two months behind with his type-writer, and the agency was clamoring for payment or for the return of the machine. In desperation, all but ready to surrender, to make a truce with fate until he could get a fresh start, he took the civil service examinations for the Railway Mail. To his surprise, he passed first. The job was assured, though when the call would come to enter upon his duties nobody knew.	Hy toild on, mizurubul and wel-nie hoeplus. It bigan too upir too him dhat dhu sekund batul wuz lost and dhat hy wwd hav too goe too wurk. In doo.ing dhis hy wwd satusfie evrybody—dhu groesur, hiz sistur, Rooth, and yvun Muryu, too hoom hy oed u munth's room rent. Hy wuz too munths bihiend with hiz tiep-rietur, and dhy aejunsy wuz klamuring faur paemunt aur faur dhu riturn uv dhu mushyn. In despuraeshun, aul but redy too surendur, too maek u troos with faet until hy kwd get u fresh stort, hy twk dhu sivul survus egzamunaeshunz faur dhu Raelwae Mael. Too hiz surpriez, hy pasd furst. Dhu job wuz ushwrd, dhoe when dhu kaul wwd kum too entur upon hiz dootyz noebody noo.
It was at this time, at the lowest ebb, that the smooth-running editorial machine broke down. A cog must have slipped or an oil-cup run dry, for the postman brought him one morning a short, thin envelope. Martin glanced at the upper left-hand corner and read the name and address of the Transcontinental Monthly. His heart gave a great leap, and he suddenly felt faint, the sinking feeling accompanied by a strange trembling of the knees. He staggered into his	It wuz at dhis tiem, at dhu lo.ust eb, dhat dhu smoodh-runing edutauryul mushyn broek doun. U kog must hav slipd aur an oil-kup run drie, faur dhu poestmun braut him wun maurning u shaurt, thin envuloep. Mortun glansd at dhy upur left-hand kaurnur and red dhu naem and adres uv dhu Tranzkontunentul Munthly. Hiz hort gaev u graet lyp, and hy sudunly felt faent, dhu singking fyling ukumpunyd bie u straenj trembuling uv dhu nyz. Hy stagurd intoo hiz
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