Condensed Novels - Vol 2 - New Burlesques: "We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning."
By Bret Harte
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Francis Bret Harte was born on August 25, 1836 in Albany New York. As a young boy Harte developed an early love of books and reading. He first published at the tender age of 11; a satirical poem titled "Autumn Musings." Expecting praise he encountered anything but and was later to write "Such a shock was their ridicule to me that I wonder that I ever wrote another line of verse." By age 13 his formal education was at an end and four years later, in 1853, the family moved to California. Here the young man worked in a variety of capacities; miner, teacher, messenger, and journalist. But it was also here on the West coast that he found the stories and inspiration for the works that would endure his fame across the literary world. He championed the early writings of Mark Twain. He was instrumental in propelling the short story genre forward and brought tales of the Old West and the Gold Rush to a greater audience. At the height of his fame we would entertain staggering monetary offers to write for monthly magazines. His talents extended to poetry, plays, lectures, book reviews, editorials, and magazine sketches. As he moved location initially further east to New York and then through Consular appointments to Europe and finally to settle in England his audience diminished but he continued to experiment, to write and to publish. Bret Harte died of throat cancer on May 5th 1902 and is buried in St Peter’s Church in Frimley, Surrey, England. Here we publish another very fine example of his writing skills; Condensed Novels. All written in the style of well known authors.
Bret Harte
Bret Harte (1836–1902) was an author and poet known for his romantic depictions of the American West and the California gold rush. Born in New York, Harte moved to California when he was seventeen and worked as a miner, messenger, and journalist. In 1868 he became editor of the Overland Monthly, a literary journal in which he published his most famous work, “The Luck of Roaring Camp.” In 1871 Harte returned east to further his writing career. He spent his later years as an American diplomat in Germany and Britain.
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Condensed Novels - Vol 2 - New Burlesques - Bret Harte
New Burlesques by Bret Harte
Condensed Novels – Volume 2
Francis Bret Harte was born on August 25, 1836 in Albany New York.
As a young boy Harte developed an early love of books and reading. He first published at the tender age of 11; a satirical poem titled Autumn Musings.
Expecting praise he encountered anything but and was later to write Such a shock was their ridicule to me that I wonder that I ever wrote another line of verse.
By age 13 his formal education was at an end and four years later, in 1853, the family moved to California. Here the young man worked in a variety of capacities; miner, teacher, messenger, and journalist.
But it was also here on the West coast that he found the stories and inspiration for the works that would endure his fame across the literary world. He championed the early writings of Mark Twain. He was instrumental in propelling the short story genre forward and brought tales of the Old West and the Gold Rush to a greater audience. At the height of his fame we would entertain staggering monetary offers to write for monthly magazines.
His talents extended to poetry, plays, lectures, book reviews, editorials, and magazine sketches.
As he moved location initially further east to New York and then through Consular appointments to Europe and finally to settle in England his audience diminished but he continued to experiment, to write and to publish.
Bret Harte died of throat cancer on May 5th 1902 and is buried in St Peter’s Church in Frimley, Surrey, England.
Index Of Stories
RUPERT THE RESEMBLER by BRET HARTE imitating ANTHONY HOPE
CHAPTER I - RUDOLPH OF TRULYRURALANIA
CHAPTER II - IN WHICH MY HAIR CAUSES A LOT OF THINGS
CHAPTERS III TO XXII (Inclusive) - IN WHICH THINGS GET MIXED
CHAP XXIII AND SOME OTHER CHAPS
THE STOLEN CIGAR CASE by BRET HARTE imitating ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
GOLLY AND THE CHRISTIAN or THE MINX AND THE MANXMAN by BRET HARTE imitating HALL CAINE
BOOK I
BOOK II
BOOK III
BOOK IV
BOOK V
BOOK VI
BOOK VII
THE ADVENTURES OF JOHN LONGBOWE, YEOMAN, BEING A MODERN-ANTIQUE REALISTIC ROMANCE, (COMPILED FROM SEVERAL EMINENT SOURCES)
CHAPTERS I TO XX
DAN'L BOREM by Bret Harte imitating E. N---S W--T---T
I
II
III
IV
V
VI
VII
STORIES THREE by BRET HARTE imitating RUDYARD KIPLING
I - FOR SIMLA REASONS
II - A PRIVATE'S HONOR
III - JUNGLE FOLK
ZUT-SKI
- THE PROBLEM OF A WICKED FEME SOLE by BRET HARTE imitating MARIE CORELLI
I
II
III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII
Bret Harte – A Short Biography
Bret Harte – A Concise Bibliography
RUPERT THE RESEMBLER
Imitating ANTHONY HOPE
CHAPTER I
RUDOLPH OF TRULYRURALANIA
When I state that I was own brother to Lord Burleydon, had an income of two thousand a year, could speak all the polite languages fluently, was a powerful swordsman, a good shot, and could ride anything from an elephant to a clotheshorse, I really think I have said enough to satisfy any feminine novel-reader of Bayswater or South Kensington that I was a hero. My brother's wife, however, did not seem to incline to this belief.
A more conceited, self-satisfied little cad I never met than you,
she said. Why don't you try to do something instead of sneering at others who do? You never take anything seriously, except yourself, which isn't worth it. You are proud of your red hair and peaked nose just because you fondly believe that you got them from the Prince of Trulyruralania, and are willing to think evil of your ancestress to satisfy your snobbish little soul. Let me tell you, sir, that there was no more truth about that than there was in that silly talk of her partiality for her husband's red-haired gamekeeper in Scotland. Ah! that makes you start, don't it? But I have always observed that a mule is apt to remember only the horse side of his ancestry!
Whenever my pretty sister-in-law talks in this way I always try to forget that she came of a family far inferior to our own, the Razorbills. Indeed, her people, of the Nonconformist stock, really had nothing but wealth and rectitude, and I think my brother Bob, in his genuine love for her, was willing to overlook the latter for the sake of the former.
My pretty sister-in-law's interest in my affairs always made me believe that she secretly worshiped me, although it was a fact, as will be seen in the progress of this story, that most women blushed on my addressing them. I used to say it was the reflection of my red hair on a transparent complexion,
which was rather neat, wasn't it? And subtle? But then, I was always saying such subtle things.
My dear Rose,
I said, laying down my egg spoon (the egg spoon really had nothing to do with this speech, but it imparted such a delightfully realistic flavor to the scene), I'm not to blame if I resemble the S'helpburgs.
It's your being so beastly proud of it that I object to!
she replied. And for Heaven's sake, try to BE something, and not merely resemble things! The fact is you resemble too much, you're ALWAYS resembling. You resemble a man of fashion, and you're not; a wit, and you're not; a soldier, a sportsman, a hero, and you're none of 'em. Altogether, you're not in the least convincing. Now, listen! There's a good chance for you to go as our attache with Lord Mumblepeg, the new Ambassador to Cochin China. In all the novels, you know, attaches are always the confidants of Grand Duchesses, and know more state secrets than their chiefs; in real life, I believe they are something like a city clerk with a leaning to private theatricals. Say you'll go! Do!
I'll take a few months' holiday first,
I replied, and then,
I added in my gay, dashing way, if the place is open, hang it if I don't go!
Good old bounder!
she said, and don't think too much of that precious Prince Rupert. He was a bad lot.
She blushed again at me, as her husband entered.
Take Rose's advice, Rupert, my boy,
he said, and go!
And that is how I came to go to Trulyruralania. For I secretly resolved to take my holiday in traveling in that country and trying, as dear Lady Burleydon put it, really to be somebody, instead of resembling anybody in particular. A precious lot SHE knew about it!
CHAPTER II
IN WHICH MY HAIR CAUSES A LOT OF THINGS
You go to Trulyruralania from Charing Cross. In passing through Paris we picked up Mlle. Beljambe, who was going to Kohlslau, the capital of Trulyruralania, to marry the Grand Duke Michael, who, however, as I was informed, was in love with the Princess Flirtia. She blushed on seeing me, but, I was told afterwards, declined being introduced to me on any account. However, I thought nothing of this, and went on to Bock, the next station to Kohlslau. At the little inn in the forest I was informed I was just in time to see the coronation of the new king the next day. The landlady and her daughter were very communicative, and, after the fashion of the simple, guileless stage peasant, instantly informed me what everybody was doing, and at once explained the situation. She told me that the Grand Duke Michael, or Black Michael as he was called, himself aspired to the throne, as well as to the hand of the Princess Flirtia, but was hated by the populace, who preferred the young heir, Prince Rupert; because he had the hair and features of the dynasty of the S'helpburgs, which,
she added, are singularly like your own.
But is red hair so very peculiar here?
I asked.
Among the Jews, yes, sire! I mean yes, SIR,
she corrected herself. You seldom see a red-headed Jew.
The Jews!
I repeated in astonishment.
Of course you know the S'helpburgs are descended directly from Solomon, and have indeed some of his matrimonial peculiarities,
she said, blushing.
I was amazed, but recalled myself. But why do they call the Duke of Kohlslau Black Michael?
I asked carelessly.
Because he is nearly black, sir. You see, when the great Prince Rupert went abroad in the old time he visited England, Scotland, and Africa. They say he married an African lady there, and that the Duke is really more in the direct line of succession than Prince Rupert.
But here the daughter showed me to my room. She blushed, of course, and apologized for not bringing a candle, as she thought my hair was sufficiently illuminating. But,
she added with another blush, I do SO like it.
I replied by giving her something of no value, a Belgian nickel which wouldn't pass in Bock, as I had found to my cost. But my hair had evidently attracted attention from others, for on my return to the guest-room a stranger approached me, and in the purest and most precise German, the Court or 'Olland Hof speech, addressed me:
Have you the red hair of the fair King or the hair of your father?
Luckily I was able to reply with the same purity and precision: I have both the hair of the fair King and my own. But I have not the hair of my father nor of Black Michael, nor of the innkeeper nor the innkeeper's wife. The red HEIR of the fair King would be a son.
Possibly this delicate mot on the approaching marriage of the King was lost in the translation, for the stranger strode abruptly away. I learned, however,