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Double Trouble Or, Every Hero His Own Villain



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The Persons of the Story:

FLORIAN AMIDON, a respectable young banker of literary and artistic tastes.

EUGENE BRASSFIELD, for a description of whose peculiarities the reader is referred to the text.

ELIZABETH WALDRON, a young woman just out of school.

JUDGE BLODGETT, an elderly lawyer.

MADAME LE CLAIRE, a professional occultist.

PROFESSOR BLATHERWICK, her father, a German scientist.

DAISY SCARLETT, a young woman of fervid complexion and a character to match.

EDGINGTON AND COX, lawyers.

ALVORD, a man about a small town.

AARON, a Sudanese serving-man.

MRS. PUMPHREY,              )MISS SMITH,                       )DOCTOR JULIA BROWN,    )   Members of the elite of Bellevale.MRS. ALVORD,                    )MRS. MEYER,                      )

MRS. HUNTER, of Hazelhurst.

MR. SLATER,                       )MR. BULLIWINKLE,            )   Prominent male residents of Bellevale.MR. STEVENS,                     )MR. KNAGGS,                      )

SHEEHAN,                            )   Labor leaders.ZALINSKY,                           )

CONLON, a contractor.

CLERKS, STENOGRAPHERS, SERVANTS, POLITICIANS, WAITERS, MEMBERS OF THE A. O. C. M., PORTERS, AND CITIZENS ON FOOT AND IN CARRIAGES.

SCENE: In Hazelhurst, Wisconsin; New York City, and Bellevale, Pennsylvania. [N. B.—It might be anywhere else in these states, east or west.]

TIME: From June, 1896, to March, 1901—but this is not insisted upon.

DOUBLE TROUBLE I A SLEEP AND A FORGETTING

Deep in the Well where blushing hides the shrinkingand Naked Truth,I have dived, and dared to fetch ensnared this Fragmentof tested Sooth;And one of the purblind Race of Men peered with a curious EyeOver the Curb as I fetched it forth, and besought meto drop that Lie:But all ye who long for Certitude, and who yearn for theUltimate Fact,Who know the Truth and in spite of Ruth tear piecemealthe Inexact,Come list to my Lay that I sing to-day, and choose betwixthim and me,And choosing show that ye always know the Lie from the Veritee!—The Rime of the Sheeted Spoorn.

"Baggs," said Mr. Amidon, "take things entirely into your own hands. I'm off."

"All right," said Baggs. "It's only a day's run to Canada; but in case I should prove honest, and need to hear from you, you'll leave your address?"

Mr. Amidon[1] frowned and made a gesture expressive of nervousness.

"No," said he, in a high-pitched and querulous tone. "No! I want to see if this business owns me, or if I own it. Why should you need to communicate with me? Whenever I'm off a day you always sign everything; and I shall be gone but a day on any given date this time; so it's only the usual thing, after all. I shall not leave any address; and don't look for me until I step in at that door! Good-by."

And he walked out of the bank, went home, and began looking over for the last time his cameras, films, tripods and the other paraphernalia of his fad....