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    His Own People
    His Own People
    His Own People
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    His Own People

    By Booth Tarkington

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 1, 1999
    His Own People
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    Booth Tarkington

    Booth Tarkington (1869 - 1946) was an American novelist and dramatist, known for most of his career as “The Midwesterner.” Born in Indianapolis, Indiana, Tarkington was a personable and charming student who studied at both Purdue and Princeton University. Earning no degrees, the young author cemented his memory and place in the society of higher education on his popularity alone—being familiar with several clubs, the college theater and voted “most popular” in the class of 1893. His writing career began just six years later with his debut novel, The Gentleman from Indiana and from there, Tarkington would enjoy two decades of critical and commercial acclaim. Coming to be known for his romanticized and picturesque depiction of the Midwest, he would become one of only four authors to win the Pulitzer Prize more than once for The Magnificent Ambersons (1918) and Alice Adams (1921), at one point being considered America’s greatest living author, comparable only to Mark Twain. While in the later half of the twentieth century Tarkington’s work fell into obscurity, it is undeniable that at the height of his career, Tarkington’s literary work and reputation were untouchable.

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      Another story by Tarkington of an American abroad in Europe.....this one was fairly interesting and there was enough of a story that i was anxious to find out how it resolved.....charming in a simple way.

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    His Own People - Booth Tarkington

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    Title: His Own People

    Author: Booth Tarkington

    Release Date: February 25, 2006 [EBook #2326]

    Last Updated: December 10, 2012

    Language: English

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    HIS OWN PEOPLE

    by Booth Tarkington

    Contents

    I. A Change of Lodging

    The glass-domed palm-room of the Grand Continental Hotel Magnifique in Rome is of vasty heights and distances, filled with a mellow green light which filters down languidly through the upper foliage of tall palms, so that the two hundred people who may be refreshing or displaying themselves there at the tea-hour have something the look of under-water creatures playing upon the sea-bed. They appear, however, to be unaware of their condition; even the ladies, most like anemones of that gay assembly, do not seem to know it; and when the Hungarian band (crustacean-like in costume, and therefore well within the picture) has sheathed its flying tentacles and withdrawn by dim processes, the tea-drinkers all float out through the doors, instead of bubbling up and away through the filmy roof. In truth, some such exit as that was imagined for them by a young man who remained in the aquarium after they had all gone, late one afternoon of last winter. They had been marvelous enough, and to him could have seemed little more so had they made such a departure. He could almost have gone that way himself, so charged was he with the uplift of his belief that, in spite of the brilliant strangeness of the hour just past, he had been no fish out of water.

    While the waiters were clearing the little tables, he leaned back in his chair in a content so rich it was nearer ecstasy. He could not bear to disturb the possession joy had taken of him, and, like a half-awake boy clinging to a dream that his hitherto unkind sweetheart has kissed him, lingered on in the enchanted atmosphere, his eyes still full of all they had beheld with such delight, detaining and smiling upon each revelation of this fresh memory—the flashingly lovely faces, the dreamily lovely faces, the pearls and laces of the anemone ladies, the color and romantic fashion of the uniforms, and the old princes who had been pointed out to him: splendid old men wearing white mustaches and single eye-glasses, as he had so long hoped and dreamed they did.

    Mine own people! he whispered. I have come unto mine own at last. Mine own people! After long waiting (he told himself), he had seen them—the people he had wanted to see, wanted to know, wanted to be of! Ever since he had begun to read of the beau monde in his schooldays, he had yearned to know some such sumptuous reality as that which had come true to-day, when, at last, in Rome he had seen—as he wrote home that night—the finest essence of Old-World society mingling in Cosmopolis.

    Artificial odors (too heavy to keep up with the crowd that had worn them) still hung about him; he breathed them deeply, his eyes half-closed and his lips noiselessly formed themselves to a quotation from one of his own poems:

           While trails of scent, like cobweb's films

             Slender and faint and rare,

           Of roses, and rich, fair fabrics,

             Cling on the stirless air,

           The sibilance of voices,

             At a wave of Milady's glove,

           Is stilled—

    He stopped short, interrupting himself with a half-cough of laughter as he remembered the inspiration of these verses. He had written them three months ago, at home in Cranston, Ohio, the evening after Anna McCord's coming-out tea. Milady meant Mrs. McCord; she had stilled the conversation of her guests when Mary Kramer (whom the poem called a sweet, pale singer) rose to sing Mavourneen; and the stanza closed with the right word to rhyme with glove. He felt a contemptuous pity for his little, untraveled, provincial self of three months ago, if, indeed, it could have been himself who wrote verses about Anna McCord's coming-out tea and referred to poor, good old Mrs. McCord as Milady!

    The second stanza had intimated a conviction of a kind which only poets may reveal:

           She sang to that great assembly,

             They thought, as they praised her tone;

           But she and my heart knew better:

             Her song was for me alone.

    He had told the truth when he wrote of Mary Kramer as pale and sweet, and she was paler, but no less sweet, when he came to say good-by to her before he sailed. Her face, as it was at the final moment of the protracted farewell, shone before him very clearly now for a moment: young, plaintive, white, too lamentably honest to conceal how much her God-speed to him cost her. He came very near telling her how fond of her he had always been; came near giving up his great trip to remain with her always.

    Ah! He shivered as one shivers at the thought of disaster narrowly averted. The fates were good that I only came near it!

    He took from his breast-pocket an engraved card, without having to search for it, because during the few days the card had been in his possession the action had

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