Condensed Novels: New Burlesques
By Bret Harte
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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 - Bret Harte
Bret Harte
Bret Harte
Condensed Novels
New Burlesques
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LONDON ∙ NEW YORK ∙ TORONTO ∙ SAO PAULO ∙ MOSCOW
PARIS ∙ MADRID ∙ BERLIN ∙ ROME ∙ MEXICO CITY ∙ MUMBAI ∙ SEOUL ∙ DOHA
TOKYO ∙ SYDNEY ∙ CAPE TOWN ∙ AUCKLAND ∙ BEIJING
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Contents
RUPERT THE RESEMBLER
THE STOLEN CIGAR CASE
GOLLY AND THE CHRISTIAN,
THE ADVENTURES OF JOHN LONGBOWE
DAN’L BOREM
STORIES THREE
ZUT-SKI
RUPERT THE RESEMBLER
By A--TH--Y H-PE
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, that the King was actually then in Bock, at the castle a few miles distant, in the woods. I resolved to stroll thither.
It was a fine old mediaeval structure. But as the singular incidents I am about to relate combine the romantic and adventurous atmosphere of the middle ages with all the appliances of modern times, I may briefly state that the castle was lit by electricity, bad fire-escapes on each of the turrets, four lifts, and was fitted up by one of the best West End establishments. The sanitary arrangements were excellent, and the drainage of the most perfect order, as I had reason to know personally later. I was so affected by the peaceful solitude that I lay down under a tree and presently fell asleep. I was awakened by the sound of voices, and, looking up, beheld two men bending over me. One was a grizzled veteran, and the other a younger dandyfied man; both were dressed in shooting suits.
Never saw such a resemblance before in all my life,
said the elder man. ’Pon my soul! if the King hadn’t got shaved yesterday because the Princess Flirtia said his beard tickled her, I’d swear it was he!
I could not help thinking how lucky it was—for this narrative—that