Winsome Winnie and other New Nonsense Novels

By Stephen Leacock

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: Nov 26, 2019
• ISBN: 4057664627650

Stephen Leacock

Award-winning Canadian humorist and writer Stephen Leacock (1869-1944) was the author of more than 50 literary works, and between 1915 and 1925 was the most popular humorist in the English-speaking world. Leacock’s fictional works include classics like Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town, Arcadian Adventures with the Idle Rich, and Literary Lapses. In addition to his humor writings, Leacock was an accomplished political theorist, publishing such works as Elements of Political Science and My Discovery of the West: A Discussion of East and West in Canada, for which he won the Governor General's Award for writing in 1937. Leacock’s life continues to be commemorated through the awarding of the Leacock Medal for Humour and with an annual literary festival in his hometown of Orillia, Ontario.

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Stephen Leacock

Winsome Winnie and other New Nonsense Novels

Published by Good Press, 2020

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EAN 4057664627650

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

II

JOHN AND I

OR, HOW I NEARLY LOST MY HUSBAND

III

THE SPLIT IN THE CABINET

OR, THE FATE OF ENGLAND

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

IV

WHO DO YOU THINK DID IT?

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V.

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

V

BROKEN BARRIERS

VI

THE KIDNAPPED PLUMBER

A TALE OF THE NEW TIME

VII

THE BLUE AND THE GREY

A PRE-WAR WAR STORY

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

VIII

BUGGAM GRANGE

LITERARY LAPSES

NONSENSE NOVELS

SUNSHINE SKETCHES OF A LITTLE TOWN

BEHIND THE BEYOND

ARCADIAN ADVENTURES WITH THE IDLE RICH

MOONBEAMS FROM THE LARGER LUNACY

ESSAYS AND LITERARY STUDIES

Further Foolishness

FRENZIED FICTION

THE HOHENZOLLERNS IN AMERICA

THE UNSOLVED RIDDLE OF SOCIAL JUSTICE

THE HUMOROUS NOVELS OF HARRY LEON WILSON

CHAPTER I

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THROWN ON THE WORLD

Miss Winnifred, said the Old Lawyer, looking keenly over and through his shaggy eyebrows at the fair young creature seated before him, you are this morning twenty-one.

Winnifred Clair raised her deep mourning veil, lowered her eyes and folded her hands.

This morning, continued Mr. Bonehead, my guardianship is at an end.

There was a tone of something like emotion in the voice of the stern old lawyer, while for a moment his eye glistened with something like a tear which he hastened to remove with something like a handkerchief. I have therefore sent for you, he went on, to render you an account of my trust.

He heaved a sigh at her, and then, reaching out his hand, he pulled the woollen bell-rope up and down several times.

An aged clerk appeared.

Did the bell ring? he asked.

I think it did, said the Lawyer. Be good enough, Atkinson, to fetch me the papers of the estate of the late Major Clair defunct.

I have them here, said the clerk, and he laid upon the table a bundle of faded blue papers, and withdrew.

Miss Winnifred, resumed the Old Lawyer, I will now proceed to give you an account of the disposition that has been made of your property. This first document refers to the sum of two thousand pounds left to you by your great uncle. It is lost.

Winnifred bowed.

Pray give me your best attention and I will endeavour to explain to you how I lost it.

Oh, sir, cried Winnifred, I am only a poor girl unskilled in the ways of the world, and knowing nothing but music and French; I fear that the details of business are beyond my grasp. But if it is lost, I gather that it is gone.

It is, said Mr. Bonehead. I lost it in a marginal option in an undeveloped oil company. I suppose that means nothing to you.

Alas, sighed Winnifred, nothing.

Very good, resumed the Lawyer. Here next we have a statement in regard to the thousand pounds left you under the will of your maternal grandmother. I lost it at Monte Carlo. But I need not fatigue you with the details.

Pray spare them, cried the girl.

This final item relates to the sum of fifteen hundred pounds placed in trust for you by your uncle. I lost it on a horse race. That horse, added the Old Lawyer with rising excitement, ought to have won. He was coming down the stretch like blue—but there, there, my dear, you must forgive me if the recollection of it still stirs me to anger. Suffice it to say the horse fell. I have kept for your inspection the score card of the race, and the betting tickets. You will find everything in order.

Sir, said Winnifred, as Mr. Bonehead proceeded to fold up his papers, I am but a poor inadequate girl, a mere child in business, but tell me, I pray, what is left to me of the money that you have managed?

Nothing, said the Lawyer. Everything is gone. And I regret to say, Miss Clair, that it is my painful duty to convey to you a further disclosure of a distressing nature. It concerns your birth.

Just Heaven! cried Winnifred, with a woman's quick intuition. Does it concern my father?

It does, Miss Clair. Your father was not your father.

Oh, sir, exclaimed Winnifred. My poor mother! How she must have suffered!

Your mother was not your mother, said the Old Lawyer gravely. Nay, nay, do not question me. There is a dark secret about your birth.

Alas, said Winnifred, wringing her hands, I am, then, alone in the world and penniless.

You are, said Mr. Bonehead, deeply moved. You are, unfortunately, thrown upon the world. But, if you ever find yourself in a position where you need help and advice, do not scruple to come to me. Especially, he added, for advice. And meantime let me ask you in what way do you propose to earn your livelihood?

I have my needle, said Winnifred.

Let me see it, said the Lawyer.

Winnifred showed it to him.

I fear, said Mr. Bonehead, shaking his head, you will not do much with that.

Then he rang the bell again.

Atkinson, he said, take Miss Clair out and throw her on the world.

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A RENCOUNTER

As Winnifred Clair passed down the stairway leading from the Lawyer's office, a figure appeared before her in the corridor, blocking the way. It was that of a tall, aristocratic-looking man, whose features wore that peculiarly saturnine appearance seen only in the English nobility. The face, while entirely gentlemanly in its general aspect, was stamped with all the worst passions of mankind.

Had the innocent girl but known it, the face was that of Lord Wynchgate, one of the most contemptible of the greater nobility of Britain, and the figure was his too.

Ha! exclaimed the dissolute Aristocrat, whom have we here? Stay, pretty one, and let me see the fair countenance that I divine behind your veil.

Sir, said Winnifred, drawing herself up proudly, let me pass, I pray.

Not so, cried Wynchgate, reaching out and seizing his intended victim by the wrist, not till I have at least seen the colour of those eyes and imprinted a kiss upon those fair lips.

With a brutal laugh, he drew the struggling girl towards him.

In another moment the aristocratic villain would have succeeded in lifting the veil of the unhappy girl, when suddenly a ringing voice cried, Hold! stop! desist! begone! lay to! cut it out!

With these words a tall, athletic young man, attracted doubtless by the girl's cries, leapt into the corridor from the street without. His figure was that, more or less, of a Greek god, while his face, although at the moment inflamed with anger, was of an entirely moral and permissible configuration.

Save me! save me! cried Winnifred.

I will, cried the Stranger, rushing towards Lord Wynchgate with uplifted cane.

But the cowardly Aristocrat did not await the onslaught of the unknown.

You shall yet be mine! he hissed in Winnifred's ear, and, releasing his grasp, he rushed with a bound past the rescuer into the street.

Oh, sir, said Winnifred, clasping her hands and falling on her knees in gratitude. I am only a poor inadequate girl, but if the prayers of one who can offer naught but her prayers to her benefactor can avail to the advantage of one who appears to have every conceivable advantage already, let him know that they are his.

Nay, said the stranger, as he aided the blushing girl to rise, kneel not to me, I beseech. If I have done aught to deserve the gratitude of one who, whoever she is, will remain for ever present as a bright memory in the breast of one in whose breast such memories are all too few, he is all too richly repaid. If she does that, he is blessed indeed.

She does. He is! cried Winnifred, deeply moved. Here on her knees she blesses him. And now, she added, we must part. Seek not to follow me. One who has aided a poor girl in the hour of need will respect her wish when she tells him that, alone and buffeted by the world, her one prayer is that he will leave her.

He will! cried the Unknown. He will. He does.

Leave me, yes, leave me, exclaimed Winnifred.

I will, said the Unknown.

Do, do, sobbed the distraught girl. Yet stay, one moment more. Let she, who has received so much from her benefactor, at least know his name.

He cannot! He must not! exclaimed the Indistinguishable. His birth is such—but enough!

He tore his hand from the girl's detaining clasp and rushed forth from the place.

Winnifred Clair was alone.

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FRIENDS IN DISTRESS

Winnifred was now in the humblest lodgings in the humblest part of London. A simple bedroom and sitting-room sufficed for her wants. Here she sat on her trunk, bravely planning for the future.

Miss Clair, said the Landlady, knocking at the door, do try to eat something. You must keep up your health. See, I've brought you a kippered herring.

Winnifred ate the herring, her heart filled with gratitude. With renewed strength she sallied forth on the street to resume her vain search for employment. For two weeks now Winnifred Clair had sought employment even of the humblest character. At various dress-making establishments she had offered, to no purpose, the services of her needle. They had looked at it and refused it.

In vain she had offered to various editors and publishers the use of her pen. They had examined it coldly and refused it.

She had tried fruitlessly to obtain a position of trust. The various banks and trust companies to which she had applied declined her services. In vain she had advertised in the newspapers offering to take sole charge of a little girl. No one would give her one.

Her slender stock of money which she had in her purse on leaving Mr. Bonehead's office was almost consumed.

Each night the unhappy girl returned to her lodging exhausted with disappointment and fatigue.

Yet even in her adversity she was not altogether friendless.

Each evening, on her return home, a soft tap was heard at the door.

Miss Clair, said the voice of the Landlady, I have brought you a fried egg. Eat it. You must keep up your strength.

Then one morning a terrible temptation had risen before her.

Miss Clair, said the manager of an agency to which she had applied, I am glad to be able at last to make you a definite offer of employment. Are you prepared to go upon the stage?

The stage!

A flush of shame and indignation swept over the girl. Had it come to this? Little versed in the world as Winnifred was, she knew but too well the horror, the iniquity, the depth of degradation implied in the word.

Yes, continued the agent, "I have a letter here asking me to recommend a young lady of suitable refinement to play the part of Eliza in Uncle Tom's Cabin. Will you accept?"

Sir, said Winnifred proudly, "answer me first this question fairly. If I go upon the stage, can I,