ï»¿The Project Gutenberg EBook of Rilla of Ingleside, by Lucy Maud MontgomeryThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it awayorre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: Rilla of InglesideAuthor: Lucy Maud MontgomeryPosting Date: May 19, 2009 [EBook#3796]Release Date: February, 2003First Posted: September 12, 2001[Last updated: June 17, 2012]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RILLA OF INGLESIDE ***Produced by SheilaPerkins.  HTML version by Al HainesRilla of InglesidebyLucy Maud MontgomeryCONTENTS       I  GLEN "NOTES" AND OTHER MATTERS      II  DEW OF MORNING     III  MOONLIT MIRTH      IV  THE PIPERPIPES       V  "THE SOUND OF A GOING"      VI  SUSAN, RILLA, AND DOG MONDAY MAKE A RESOLUTION     VII  A WAR-BABY AND A SOUP TUREEN    VIII  RILLA DECIDES      IX  DOC HAS AMISADVENTURE       X  THE TROUBLES OF RILLA      XI  DARK AND BRIGHT     XII  IN THE DAYS OF LANGEMARCK    XIII  A SLICE OF HUMBLE PIE     XIV  THE VALLEY OF DECISION      XV  UNTIL THE DAYBREAK     XVI  REALISM AND ROMANCE    XVII  THE WEEKS WEAR BY   XVIII  A WAR-WEDDING     XIX  "THEY SHALL NOT PASS"      XX  NORMAN DOUGLAS SPEAKS OUT IN MEETING     XXI  "LOVE AFFAIRS AREHORRIBLE"    XXII  LITTLE DOG MONDAY KNOWS   XXIII  "AND SO, GOODNIGHT"    XXIV  MARY IS JUST IN TIME     XXV  SHIRLEY GOES    XXVI  SUSAN HAS A PROPOSAL OFMARRIAGE   XXVII  WAITING  XXVIII  BLACK SUNDAY    XXIX  "WOUNDED AND MISSING"     XXX  THE TURNING OF THE TIDE    XXXI  MRS. MATILDA PITTMAN   XXXII  WORD FROMJEM  XXXIII  VICTORY!   XXXIV  MR. HYDE GOES TO HIS OWN PLACE AND SUSAN TAKES A HONEYMOON    XXXV  "RILLA-MY-RILLA!"CHAPTER IGLEN "NOTES" AND OTHER MATTERSIt was a warm, golden-cloudy,lovable afternoon. In the big living-roomat Ingleside Susan Baker sat down with a certain grim satisfactionhovering about her like an aura; it was four o'clock and Susan, who hadbeen working incessantly since six thatmorning, felt that she hadfairly earned an hour of repose and gossip. Susan just then wasperfectly happy; everything had gone almost uncannily well in thekitchen that day. Dr. Jekyll had not been Mr. Hyde and so hadnotgrated on her nerves; from where she sat she could see the pride of herheart--the bed of peonies of her own planting and culture, blooming asno other peony plot in Glen St. Mary ever did or could bloom,withpeonies crimson, peonies silvery pink, peonies white as drifts ofwinter snow.Susan had on a new black silk blouse, quite as elaborate as anythingMrs. Marshall Elliott ever wore, and a white starched apron,trimmedwith complicated crocheted lace fully five inches wide, not to mentioninsertion to match. Therefore Susan had all the comfortableconsciousness of a well-dressed woman as she opened her copy of theDailyEnterprise and prepared to read the Glen "Notes" which, as MissCornelia had just informed her, filled half a column of it andmentioned almost everybody at Ingleside. There was a big, blackheadline on the front page ofthe Enterprise, stating that someArchduke Ferdinand or other had been assassinated at a place bearingthe weird name of Sarajevo, but Susan tarried not over uninteresting,immaterial stuff like that; she was in quest ofsomething really vital.Oh, here it was--"Jottings from Glen St. Mary." Susan settled downkeenly, reading each one over aloud to extract all possiblegratification from it.Mrs. Blythe and her visitor, Miss Cornelia--aliasMrs. MarshallElliott--were chatting together near the open door that led to theveranda, through which a cool, delicious breeze was blowing, bringingwhiffs of phantom perfume from the garden, and charming gay echoesfromthe vine-hung corner where Rilla and Miss Oliver and Walter werelaughing and talking. Wherever Rilla Blythe was, there was laughter.There was another occupant of the living-room, curled up on a couch,who mustnot be overlooked, since he was a creature of markedindividuality, and, moreover, had the distinction of being the onlyliving thing whom Susan really hated.All cats are mysterious but Dr. Jekyll-and-Mr. Hyde--"Doc"forshort--was trebly so. He was a cat of double personality--or else, asSusan vowed, he was possessed by the devil. To begin with, there hadbeen something uncanny about the very dawn of his existence. Fouryearspreviously Rilla Blythe had had a treasured darling of a kitten, whiteas snow, with a saucy black tip to its tail, which she called JackFrost. Susan disliked Jack Frost, though she could not or would notgive any validreason therefor."Take my word for it, Mrs. Dr. dear," she was wont to say ominously,"that cat will come to no good.""But why do you think so?" Mrs. Blythe would ask."I do not think--I know," was all the answer Susanwould vouchsafe.With the rest of the Ingleside folk Jack Frost was a favourite; he wasso very clean and well groomed, and never allowed a spot or stain to beseen on his beautiful white suit; he had endearing ways ofpurring andsnuggling; he was scrupulously honest.And then a domestic tragedy took place at Ingleside. Jack Frost hadkittens!It would be vain to try to picture Susan's triumph. Had she not alwaysinsisted that that catwould turn out to be a delusion and a snare? Nowthey could see for themselves!Rilla kept one of the kittens, a very pretty one, with peculiarly sleekglossy fur of a dark yellow crossed by orange stripes, and large,satiny,golden ears. She called it Goldie and the name seemedappropriate enough to the little frolicsome creature which, during itskittenhood, gave no indication of the sinister nature it reallypossessed. Susan, of course,warned the family that no good could beexpected from any offspring of that diabolical Jack Frost; but Susan'sCassandra-like croakings were unheeded.The Blythes had been so accustomed to regard Jack Frost as amember ofthe male sex that they could not get out of the habit. So theycontinually used the masculine pronoun, although the result wasludicrous. Visitors used to be quite electrified when Rilla referredcasually to "Jackand his kitten," or told Goldie sternly, "Go to yourmother and get him to wash your fur.""It is not decent, Mrs. Dr. dear," poor Susan would say bitterly. Sheherself compromised by always referring to Jack as "it" or "thewhitebeast," and one heart at least did not ache when "it" was accidentallypoisoned the following winter.In a year's time "Goldie" became so manifestly an inadequate name forthe orange kitten that Walter, who wasjust then reading Stevenson'sstory, changed it to Dr. Jekyll-and-Mr. Hyde. In his Dr. Jekyll moodthe cat was a drowsy, affectionate, domestic, cushion-loving puss, wholiked petting and gloried in being nursed andpatted. Especially did helove to lie on his back and have his sleek, cream-coloured throatstroked gently while he purred in somnolent satisfaction. He was anotable purrer; never had there been an Ingleside cat whopurred soconstantly and so ecstatically."The only thing I envy a cat is its purr," remarked Dr. Blythe once,listening to Doc's resonant melody. "It is the most contented sound inthe world."Doc was very handsome; hisevery movement was grace; his posesmagnificent. When he folded his long, dusky-ringed tail about his feetand sat him down on the veranda to gaze steadily into space for longintervals the Blythes felt that an Egyptiansphinx could not have madea more fitting Deity of the Portal.When the Mr. Hyde mood came upon him--which it invariably did beforerain, or wind--he was a wild thing with changed eyes. Thetransformation alwayscame suddenly. He would spring fiercely from areverie with a savage snarl and bite at any restraining or caressinghand. His fur seemed to grow darker and his eyes gleamed with adiabolical light. There was really anunearthly beauty about him. Ifthe change happened in the twilight all the Ingleside folk felt acertain terror of him. At such times he was a fearsome beast and onlyRilla defended him, asserting that he was "such a niceprowly cat."Certainly he prowled.Dr. Jekyll loved new milk; Mr. Hyde would not touch milk and growledover his meat. Dr. Jekyll came down the stairs so silently that no onecould hear him. Mr. Hyde made his tread asheavy as a man's. Severalevenings, when Susan was alone in the house, he "scared her stiff," asshe declared, by doing this. He would sit in the middle of the kitchenfloor, with his terrible eyes fixed unwinkingly uponhers for an hourat a time. This played havoc with her nerves, but poor Susan reallyheld him in too much awe to try to drive him out. Once she had dared tothrow a stick at him and he had promptly made a savage leaptowardsher. Susan rushed out of doors and never attempted to meddle with Mr.Hyde again--though she visited his misdeeds upon the innocent Dr.Jekyll, chasing him ignominiously out of her domain whenever hedaredto poke his nose in and denying him certain savoury tidbits for whichhe yearned."'The many friends of Miss Faith Meredith, Gerald Meredith and JamesBlythe,'" read Susan, rolling the names like sweet morselsunder hertongue, "'were very much pleased to welcome them home a few weeks agofrom Redmond College. James Blythe, who was graduated in Arts in 1913,had just completed his first year in medicine.'""FaithMeredith has really got to be the most handsomest creature Iever saw," commented Miss Cornelia above her filet crochet. "It'samazing how those children came on after Rosemary West went to themanse. People havealmost forgotten what imps of mischief they wereonce. Anne, dearie, will you ever forget the way they used to carry on?It's really surprising how well Rosemary got on with them. She's morelike a chum than astep-mother. They all love her and Una adores her.As for that little Bruce, Una just makes a perfect slave of herself tohim. Of course, he is a darling. But did you ever see any child look asmuch like an aunt as he lookslike his Aunt Ellen? He's just as darkand just as emphatic. I can't see a feature of Rosemary in him. NormanDouglas always vows at the top of his voice that the stork meant Brucefor him and Ellen and took him to themanse by mistake.""Bruce adores Jem," said Mrs Blythe. "When he comes over here hefollows Jem about silently like a faithful little dog, looking up athim from under his black brows. He would do anything for Jem, Iverilybelieve.""Are Jem and Faith going to make a match of it?"Mrs. Blythe smiled. It was well known that Miss Cornelia, who had beensuch a virulent man-hater at one time, had actually taken tomatch-making in herdeclining years."They are only good friends yet, Miss Cornelia.""Very good friends, believe me," said Miss Cornelia emphatically. "Ihear all about the doings of the young fry.""I have no doubt that Mary Vance sees thatyou do, Mrs. MarshallElliott," said Susan significantly, "but I think it is a shame to talkabout children making matches.""Children! Jem is twenty-one and Faith is nineteen," retorted MissCornelia. "You must not forget,Susan, that we old folks are not theonly grown-up people in the world."Outraged Susan, who detested any reference to her age--not from vanitybut from a haunting dread that people might come to think her too oldtowork--returned to her "Notes.""'Carl Meredith and Shirley Blythe came home last Friday evening fromQueen's Academy. We understand that Carl will be in charge of theschool at Harbour Head next year and we are surehe will be a popularand successful teacher.'""He will teach the children all there is to know about bugs, anyhow,"said Miss Cornelia. "He is through with Queen's now and Mr. Meredithand Rosemary wanted him to goright on to Redmond in the fall, but Carlhas a very independent streak in him and means to earn part of his ownway through college. He'll be all the better for it.""'Walter Blythe, who has been teaching for the past twoyears atLowbridge, has resigned,'" read Susan. "'He intends going to Redmondthis fall.'""Is Walter quite strong enough for Redmond yet?" queried Miss Corneliaanxiously."We hope that he will be by the fall," said Mrs.Blythe. "An idlesummer in the open air and sunshine will do a great deal for him.""Typhoid is a hard thing to get over," said Miss Cornelia emphatically,"especially when one has had such a close shave as Walter had. Ithinkhe'd do well to stay out of college another year. But then he's soambitious. Are Di and Nan going too?""Yes. They both wanted to teach another year but Gilbert thinks theyhad better go to Redmond this fall.""I'mglad of that. They'll keep an eye on Walter and see that hedoesn't study too hard. I suppose," continued Miss Cornelia, with aside glance at Susan, "that after the snub I got a few minutes ago itwill not be safe for me tosuggest that Jerry Meredith is makingsheep's eyes at Nan."Susan ignored this and Mrs. Blythe laughed again."Dear Miss Cornelia, I have my hands full, haven't I?--with all theseboys and girls sweethearting around me?If I took it seriously it wouldquite crush me. But I don't--it is too hard yet to realize that they'regrown up. When I look at those two tall sons of mine I wonder if theycan possibly be the fat, sweet, dimpled babies Ikissed and cuddled andsang to slumber the other day--only the other day, Miss Cornelia.Wasn't Jem the dearest baby in the old House of Dreams? and now he's aB.A. and accused of courting.""We're all growing older,"sighed Miss Cornelia."The only part of me that feels old," said Mrs. Blythe, "is the ankle Ibroke when Josie Pye dared me to walk the Barry ridge-pole in the GreenGables days. I have an ache in it when the wind is east.I won't admitthat it is rheumatism, but it does ache. As for the children, they andthe Merediths are planning a gay summer before they have to go back tostudies in the fall. They are such a fun-loving little crowd. Theykeepthis house in a perpetual whirl of merriment.""Is Rilla going to Queen's when Shirley goes back?""It isn't decided yet. I rather fancy not. Her father thinks she is notquite strong enough--she has rather outgrown herstrength--she's reallyabsurdly tall for a girl not yet fifteen. I am not anxious to have hergo--why, it would be terrible not to have a single one of my babieshome with me next winter. Susan and I would fall to fightingwith eachother to break the monotony."Susan smiled at this pleasantry. The idea of her fighting with "Mrs.Dr. dear!""Does Rilla herself want to go?" asked Miss Cornelia."No. The truth is, Rilla is the only one of my flockwho isn'tambitious. I really wish she had a little more ambition. She has noserious ideals at all--her sole aspiration seems to be to have a goodtime.""And why should she not have it, Mrs. Dr. dear?" cried Susan, whocouldnot bear to hear a single word against anyone of the Ingleside folk,even from one of themselves. "A young girl should have a good time, andthat I will maintain. There will be time enough for her to think ofLatinand Greek.""I should like to see a little sense of responsibility in her, Susan.And you know yourself that she is abominably vain.""She has something to be vain about," retorted Susan. "She is theprettiest girl in Glen St.Mary. Do you think that all thoseover-harbour MacAllisters and Crawfords and Elliotts could scare up askin like Rilla's in four generations? They could not. No, Mrs. Dr.dear, I know my place but I cannot allow you to rundown Rilla. Listento this, Mrs. Marshall Elliott."Susan had found a chance to get square with Miss Cornelia for her digsat the children's love affairs. She read the item with gusto."'Miller Douglas has decided not to goWest. He says old P.E.I. is goodenough for him and he will continue to farm for his aunt, Mrs. AlecDavis.'"Susan looked keenly at Miss Cornelia."I have heard, Mrs. Marshall Elliott, that Miller is courting MaryVance."Thisshot pierced Miss Cornelia's armour. Her sonsy face flushed."I won't have Miller Douglas hanging round Mary," she said crisply. "Hecomes of a low family. His father was a sort of outcast from theDouglases--they neverreally counted him in--and his mother was one ofthose terrible Dillons from the Harbour Head.""I think I have heard, Mrs. Marshall Elliott, that Mary Vance's ownparents were not what you could call aristocratic.""MaryVance has had a good bringing up and she is a smart, clever,capable girl," retorted Miss Cornelia. "She is not going to throwherself away on Miller Douglas, believe me! She knows my opinion on thematter and Mary hasnever disobeyed me yet.""Well, I do not think you need worry, Mrs. Marshall Elliott, for Mrs.Alec Davis is as much against it as you could be, and says no nephew ofhers is ever going to marry a nameless nobody likeMary Vance."Susan returned to her mutton, feeling that she had got the best of itin this passage of arms, and read another "note.""'We are pleased to hear that Miss Oliver has been engaged as teacherfor another year.Miss Oliver will spend her well-earned vacation ather home in Lowbridge.'""I'm so glad Gertrude is going to stay," said Mrs. Blythe. "We wouldmiss her horribly. And she has an excellent influence over Rilla whoworshipsher. They are chums, in spite of the difference in their ages.""I thought I heard she was going to be married?""I believe it was talked of but I understand it is postponed for ayear.""Who is the young man?""RobertGrant. He is a young lawyer in Charlottetown. I hope Gertrudewill be happy. She has had a sad life, with much bitterness in it, andshe feels things with a terrible keenness. Her first youth is gone andshe is practicallyalone in the world. This new love that has come intoher life seems such a wonderful thing to her that I think she hardlydares believe in its permanence. When her marriage had to be put offshe was quite indespair--though it certainly wasn't Mr. Grant's fault.There were complications in the settlement of his father's estate--hisfather died last winter--and he could not marry till the tangles wereunravelled. But I thinkGertrude felt it was a bad omen and that herhappiness would somehow elude her yet.""It does not do, Mrs. Dr. dear, to set your affections too much on aman," remarked Susan solemnly."Mr. Grant is quite as much inlove with Gertrude as she is with him,Susan. It is not he whom she distrusts--it is fate. She has a littlemystic streak in her--I suppose some people would call hersuperstitious. She has an odd belief in dreams and wehave not beenable to laugh it out of her. I must own, too, that some of herdreams--but there, it would not do to let Gilbert hear me hinting suchheresy. What have you found of much interest, Susan?"Susan had givenan exclamation."Listen to this, Mrs. Dr. dear. 'Mrs. Sophia Crawford has given up herhouse at Lowbridge and will make her home in future with her niece,Mrs. Albert Crawford.' Why that is my own cousin Sophia, Mrs.Dr. dear.We quarrelled when we were children over who should get a Sunday-schoolcard with the words 'God is Love,' wreathed in rosebuds, on it, andhave never spoken to each other since. And now she is coming toliveright across the road from us.""You will have to make up the old quarrel, Susan. It will never do tobe at outs with your neighbours.""Cousin Sophia began the quarrel, so she can begin the making up also,Mrs. Dr.dear," said Susan loftily. "If she does I hope I am a goodenough Christian to meet her half-way. She is not a cheerful person andhas been a wet blanket all her life. The last time I saw her, her facehad a thousandwrinkles--maybe more, maybe less--from worrying andforeboding. She howled dreadful at her first husband's funeral but shemarried again in less than a year. The next note, I see, describes thespecial service in ourchurch last Sunday night and says thedecorations were very beautiful.""Speaking of that reminds me that Mr. Pryor strongly disapproves offlowers in church," said Miss Cornelia. "I always said there would betroublewhen that man moved here from Lowbridge. He should never havebeen put in as elder--it was a mistake and we shall live to rue it,believe me! I have heard that he has said that if the girls continue to'mess up thepulpit with weeds' that he will not go to church.""The church got on very well before old Whiskers-on-the-moon came tothe Glen and it is my opinion it will get on without him after he isgone," said Susan."Who in theworld ever gave him that ridiculous nickname?" asked Mrs.Blythe."Why, the Lowbridge boys have called him that ever since I canremember, Mrs. Dr. dear--I suppose because his face is so round andred, with that fringeof sandy whisker about it. It does not do foranyone to call him that in his hearing, though, and that you may tieto. But worse than his whiskers, Mrs. Dr. dear, he is a veryunreasonable man and has a great many queerideas. He is an elder nowand they say he is very religious; but I can well remember the time,Mrs. Dr. dear, twenty years ago, when he was caught pasturing his cowin the Lowbridge graveyard. Yes, indeed, I have not


ï»¿The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the FamousMoll Flanders &c., by Daniel DefoeThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever.  Youmay copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders &c.Author:Daniel DefoeRelease Date: March 19, 2008 [EBook #370]Last Updated: October 18, 2016Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MOLL FLANDERS ***The Fortunes & Misfortunes of theFamous Moll Flanders &c.Who was Born in Newgate, and during a Life of continu'd Variety forThreescore Years, besides her Childhood, was Twelve Year a Whore, fivetimes a Wife (whereof once to her own Brother),Twelve Year a Thief,Eight Year a Transported Felon in Virginia, at last grew Rich, liv'dHonest, and dies a Penitent.  Written from her own Memorandums . . .by Daniel DefoeTHE AUTHOR'S PREFACEThe world is so takenup of late with novels and romances, that it willbe hard for a private history to be taken for genuine, where the namesand other circumstances of the person are concealed, and on thisaccount we must be content toleave the reader to pass his own opinionupon the ensuing sheet, and take it just as he pleases.The author is here supposed to be writing her own history, and in thevery beginning of her account she gives the reasonswhy she thinks fitto conceal her true name, after which there is no occasion to say anymore about that.It is true that the original of this story is put into new words, andthe style of the famous lady we here speak of is alittle altered;particularly she is made to tell her own tale in modester words thatshe told it at first, the copy which came first to hand having beenwritten in language more like one still in Newgate than onegrownpenitent and humble, as she afterwards pretends to be.The pen employed in finishing her story, and making it what you now seeit to be, has had no little difficulty to put it into a dress fit to beseen, and to make itspeak language fit to be read.  When a womandebauched from her youth, nay, even being the offspring of debaucheryand vice, comes to give an account of all her vicious practices, andeven to descend to the particularoccasions and circumstances by whichshe ran through in threescore years, an author must be hard put to itwrap it up so clean as not to give room, especially for viciousreaders, to turn it to his disadvantage.All possiblecare, however, has been taken to give no lewd ideas, noimmodest turns in the new dressing up of this story; no, not to theworst parts of  her expressions.  To this purpose some of the viciouspart of her life, which couldnot be modestly told, is quite left out,and several other parts are very much shortened.  What is left 'tishoped will not offend the chastest reader or the modest hearer; and asthe best use is made even of the worststory, the moral 'tis hoped willkeep the reader serious, even where the story might incline him to beotherwise.  To give the history of a wicked life repented of,necessarily requires that the wicked part should be make aswicked asthe real history of it will bear, to illustrate and give a beauty tothe penitent part, which is certainly the best and brightest, ifrelated with equal spirit and life.It is suggested there cannot be the same life, thesame brightness andbeauty, in relating the penitent part as is in the criminal part.  Ifthere is any truth in that suggestion, I must be allowed to say 'tisbecause there is not the same taste and relish in the reading,andindeed it is too true that the difference lies not in the real worth ofthe subject so much as in the gust and palate of the reader.But as this work is chiefly recommended to those who know how to readit, and how tomake the good uses of it which the story all alongrecommends to them, so it is to be hoped that such readers will be morepleased with the moral than the fable, with the application than withthe relation, and with theend of the writer than with the life of theperson written of.There is in this story abundance of delightful incidents, and all ofthem usefully applied.  There is an agreeable turn artfully given themin the relating, thatnaturally instructs the reader, either one way orother.  The first part of her lewd life with the young gentleman atColchester has so many happy turns given it to expose the crime, andwarn all whose circumstances areadapted to it, of the ruinous end ofsuch things, and the foolish, thoughtless, and abhorred conduct of boththe parties, that it abundantly atones for all the lively descriptionshe gives of her folly and wickedness.Therepentance of her lover at the Bath, and how brought by the justalarm of his fit of sickness to abandon her; the just caution giventhere against even the lawful intimacies of the dearest friends, andhow unable they areto preserve the most solemn resolutions of virtuewithout divine assistance; these are parts which, to a justdiscernment, will appear to have more real beauty in them all theamorous chain of story which introduces it.Ina word, as the whole relation is carefully garbled of all the levityand looseness that was in it, so it all applied, and with the utmostcare, to virtuous and religious uses.  None can, without being guiltyof manifest injustice,cast any reproach upon it, or upon our design inpublishing it.The advocates for the stage have, in all ages, made this the greatargument to persuade people that their plays are useful, and that theyought to be allowedin the most civilised and in the most religiousgovernment; namely, that they are applied to virtuous purposes, andthat by the most lively representations, they fail not to recommendvirtue and generous principles, andto discourage and expose all sortsof vice and corruption of manners; and were it true that they did so,and that they constantly adhered to that rule, as the test of theiracting on the theatre, much might be said in theirfavour.Throughout the infinite variety of this book, this fundamental is moststrictly adhered to; there is not a wicked action in any part of it,but is first and last rendered unhappy and unfortunate; there is notasuperlative villain brought upon the stage, but either he is brought toan unhappy end, or brought to be a penitent; there is not an ill thingmentioned but it is condemned, even in the relation, nor a virtuous,just thingbut it carries its praise along with it.  What can moreexactly answer the rule laid down, to recommend even thoserepresentations of things which have so many other just objectionsleaving against them?  namely, ofexample, of bad company, obscenelanguage, and the like.Upon this foundation this book is recommended to the reader as a workfrom every part of which something may be learned, and some just andreligiousinference is drawn, by which the reader will have somethingof instruction, if he pleases to make use of it.All the exploits of this lady of fame, in her depredations uponmankind, stand as so many warnings to honestpeople to beware of them,intimating to them by what methods innocent people are drawn in,plundered and robbed, and by consequence how to avoid them.  Herrobbing a little innocent child, dressed fine by the vanityof themother, to go to the dancing-school, is a good memento to such peoplehereafter, as is likewise her picking the gold watch from the younglady's side in the Park.Her getting a parcel from a hare-brained wench atthe coaches in St.John Street; her booty made at the fire, and again at Harwich, all giveus excellent warnings in such cases to be more present to ourselves insudden surprises of every sort.Her application to a sober lifeand industrious management at last inVirginia, with her transported spouse, is a story fruitful ofinstruction to all the unfortunate creatures who are obliged to seektheir re-establishment abroad, whether by the misery oftransportationor other disaster; letting them know that diligence and applicationhave their due encouragement, even in the remotest parts of the world,and that no case can be so low, so despicable, or so empty ofprospect,but that an unwearied industry will go a great way to deliver us fromit, will in time raise the meanest creature to appear again in the world,and give him a new case for his life.There are a few of the seriousinferences which we are led by the handto in this book, and these are fully sufficient to justify any man inrecommending it to the world, and much more to justify the publicationof it.There are two of the most beautifulparts still behind, which thisstory gives some idea of, and lets us into the parts of them, but theyare either of them too long to be brought into the same volume, andindeed are, as I may call them, whole volumes ofthemselves, viz.: 1.The life of her governess, as she calls her, who had run through, itseems, in a few years, all the eminent degrees of a gentlewoman, awhore, and a bawd; a midwife and a midwife-keeper, as theyare called;a pawnbroker, a childtaker, a receiver of thieves, and of thieves'purchase, that is to say, of stolen goods; and in a word, herself athief, a breeder up of thieves and the like, and yet at last a penitent.Thesecond is the life of her transported husband, a highwayman, who itseems, lived a twelve years' life of successful villainy upon the road,and even at last came off so well as to be a volunteer transport, not aconvict; andin whose life there is an incredible variety.But, as I have said, these are things too long to bring in here, soneither can I make a promise of the coming out by themselves.We cannot say, indeed, that this history iscarried on quite to the endof the life of this famous Moll Flanders, as she calls herself, fornobody can write their own life to the full end of it, unless they canwrite it after they are dead.  But her husband's life, beingwritten bya third hand, gives a full account of them both, how long they livedtogether in that country, and how they both came to England again,after about eight years, in which time they were grown very rich,andwhere she lived, it seems, to be very old, but was not so extraordinarya penitent as she was at first; it seems only that indeed she alwaysspoke with abhorrence of her former life, and of every part of it.In her lastscene, at Maryland and Virginia, many pleasant thingshappened, which makes that part of her life very agreeable, but theyare not told with the same elegancy as those accounted for by herself;so it is still to the moreadvantage that we break off here.MOLL FLANDERSMy true name is so well known in the records or registers at Newgate,and in the Old Bailey, and there are some things of such consequencestill depending there,relating to my particular conduct, that it isnot be expected I should set my name or the account of my family tothis work; perhaps, after my death, it may be better known; at presentit would not be proper, nor notthough a general pardon should beissued, even without exceptions and reserve of persons or crimes.It is enough to tell you, that as some of my worst comrades, who areout of the way of doing me harm (having goneout of the world by thesteps and the string, as I often expected to go), knew me by the nameof Moll Flanders, so you may give me leave to speak of myself underthat name till I dare own who I have been, as well aswho I am.I have been told that in one of neighbour nations, whether it be inFrance or where else I know not, they have an order from the king, thatwhen any criminal is condemned, either to die, or to the galleys, ortobe transported, if they leave any children, as such are generallyunprovided for, by the poverty or forfeiture of their parents, so theyare immediately taken into the care of the Government, and put into ahospital calledthe House of Orphans, where they are bred up, clothed,fed, taught, and when fit to go out, are placed out to trades or toservices, so as to be well able to provide for themselves by an honest,industrious behaviour.Hadthis been the custom in our country, I had not been left a poordesolate girl without friends, without clothes, without help or helperin the world, as was my fate; and by which I was not only exposed tovery greatdistresses, even before I was capable either ofunderstanding my case or how to amend it, but brought into a course oflife which was not only scandalous in itself, but which in its ordinarycourse tended to the swiftdestruction both of soul and body.But the case was otherwise here.  My mother was convicted of felony fora certain petty theft scarce worth naming, viz.  having an opportunityof borrowing three pieces of fine hollandof a certain draper inCheapside.  The circumstances are too long to repeat, and I have heardthem related so many ways, that I can scarce be certain which is theright account.However it was, this they all agree in, thatmy mother pleaded herbelly, and being found quick with child, she was respited for aboutseven months; in which time having brought me into the world, and beingabout again, she was called down, as they term it, toher formerjudgment, but obtained the favour of being transported to theplantations, and left me about half a year old; and in bad hands, youmay be sure.This is too near the first hours of my life for me to relateanythingof myself but by hearsay; it is enough to mention, that as I was bornin such an unhappy place, I had no parish to have recourse to for mynourishment in my infancy; nor can I give the least account how Iwaskept alive, other than that, as I have been told, some relation of mymother's took me away for a while as a nurse, but at whose expense, orby whose direction, I know nothing at all of it.The first account that I canrecollect, or could ever learn of myself,was that I had wandered among a crew of those people they call gypsies,or Egyptians; but I believe it was but a very little while that I hadbeen among them, for I had not had myskin discoloured or blackened, asthey do very young to all the children they carry about with them; norcan I tell how I came among them, or how I got from them.It was at Colchester, in Essex, that those people leftme; and I have anotion in my head that I left them there (that is, that I hid myselfand would not go any farther with them), but I am not able to beparticular in that account; only this I remember, that being taken upbysome of the parish officers of Colchester, I gave an account that Icame into the town with the gypsies, but that I would not go anyfarther with them, and that so they had left me, but whither they weregone that I knewnot, nor could they expect it of me; for though theysend round the country to inquire after them, it seems they could notbe found.I was now in a way to be provided for; for though I was not a parishcharge upon this orthat part of the town by law, yet as my case cameto be known, and that I was too young to do any work, being not abovethree years old, compassion moved the magistrates of the town to ordersome care to be takenof me, and I became one of their own as much asif I had been born in the place.In the provision they made for me, it was my good hap to be put tonurse, as they call it, to a woman who was indeed poor but had beeninbetter circumstances, and who got a little livelihood by taking such asI was supposed to be, and keeping them with all necessaries, till theywere at a certain age, in which it might be supposed they might go toserviceor get their own bread.This woman had also had a little school, which she kept to teachchildren to read and to work; and having, as I have said, lived beforethat in good fashion, she bred up the children she took with agreatdeal of art, as well as with a great deal of care.But that which was worth all the rest, she bred them up veryreligiously, being herself a very sober, pious woman, very house-wifelyand clean, and very mannerly, andwith good behaviour.  So that in aword, expecting a plain diet, coarse lodging, and mean clothes, we werebrought up as mannerly and as genteelly as if we had been at thedancing-school.I was continued here till I waseight years old, when I was terrifiedwith news that the magistrates (as I think they called them) hadordered that I should go to service.  I was able to do but very littleservice wherever I was to go, except it was to runof errands and be adrudge to some cookmaid, and this they told me of often, which put meinto a great fright; for I had a thorough aversion to going to service,as they called it (that is, to be a servant), though I was soyoung;and I told my nurse, as we called her, that I believed I could get myliving without going to service, if she pleased to let me; for she hadtaught me to work with my needle, and spin worsted, which is thechieftrade of that city, and I told her that if she would keep me, I wouldwork for her, and I would work very hard.I talked to her almost every day of working hard; and, in short, I didnothing but work and cry all day,which grieved the good, kind woman somuch, that at last she began to be concerned for me, for she loved mevery well.One day after this, as she came into the room where all we poorchildren were at work, she satdown just over against me, not in herusual place as mistress, but as if she set herself on purpose toobserve me and see me work.  I was doing something she had set me to;as I remember, it was marking some shirtswhich she had taken to make,and after a while she began to talk to me.  'Thou foolish child,' saysshe, 'thou art always crying (for I was crying then); 'prithee, whatdost cry for?' 'Because they will take me away,' says I,'and put me toservice, and I can't work housework.'  'Well, child,' says she, 'butthough you can't work housework, as you call it, you will learn it intime, and they won't put you to hard things at first.'  'Yes, theywill,'says I, 'and if I can't do it they will beat me, and the maidswill beat me to make me do great work, and I am but a little girl and Ican't do it'; and then I cried again, till I could not speak any moreto her.This moved mygood motherly nurse, so that she from that time resolvedI should not go to service yet; so she bid me not cry, and she wouldspeak to Mr. Mayor, and I should not go to service till I was bigger.Well, this did not satisfyme, for to think of going to service wassuch a frightful thing to me, that if she had assured me I should nothave gone till I was twenty years old, it would have been the same tome; I should have cried, I believe, all thetime, with the veryapprehension of its being to be so at last.When she saw that I was not pacified yet, she began to be angry withme.  'And what would you have?' says she; 'don't I tell you that youshall not go toservice till your are bigger?' 'Ay,' said I, 'but thenI must go at last.'  'Why, what?' said she; 'is the girl mad?  Whatwould you be--a gentlewoman?' 'Yes,' says I, and cried heartily till Iroared out again.This set the oldgentlewoman a-laughing at me, as you may be sure itwould.  'Well, madam, forsooth,' says she, gibing at me, 'you would bea gentlewoman; and pray how will you come to be a gentlewoman?  What!will you do it byyour fingers' end?''Yes,' says I again, very innocently.'Why, what can you earn?' says she; 'what can you get at your work?''Threepence,' said I, 'when I spin, and fourpence when I work plainwork.''Alas! poorgentlewoman,' said she again, laughing, 'what will that dofor thee?''It will keep me,' says I, 'if you will let me live with you.'  Andthis I said in such a poor petitioning tone, that it made the poorwoman's heart yearn tome, as she told me afterwards.'But,' says she, 'that will not keep you and buy you clothes too; andwho must buy the little gentlewoman clothes?' says she, and smiled allthe while at me.'I will work harder, then,' says I,'and you shall have it all.''Poor child! it won't keep you,' says she; 'it will hardly keep you invictuals.''Then I will have no victuals,' says I, again very innocently; 'let mebut live with you.''Why, can you live withoutvictuals?' says she.'Yes,' again says I, very much like a child, you may be sure, and stillI cried heartily.I had no policy in all this; you may easily see it was all nature; butit was joined with so much innocence and somuch passion that, inshort, it set the good motherly creature a-weeping too, and she criedat last as fast as I did, and then took me and led me out of theteaching-room.  'Come,' says she, 'you shan't go to service; youshalllive with me'; and this pacified me for the present.Some time after this, she going to wait on the Mayor, and talking ofsuch things as belonged to her business, at last my story came up, andmy good nurse told Mr.Mayor the whole tale.  He was so pleased withit, that he would call his lady and his two daughters to hear it, andit made mirth enough among them, you may be sure.However, not a week had passed over, but on asudden comes Mrs.Mayoress and her two daughters to the house to see my old nurse, and tosee her school and the children.  When they had looked about them alittle, 'Well, Mrs. ----,' says the Mayoress to my nurse,'and praywhich is the little lass that intends to be a gentlewoman?'  I heardher, and I was terribly frighted at first, though I did not know whyneither; but Mrs. Mayoress comes up to me.  'Well, miss,' says she,'and what


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 TWELVE MONKEYS                An original screenplay by David Peoples        & Janet Peoples Inspired by      LA JETEE, a Chris Marker FilmProduction Draft June 27, 1994 FADE IN: INT.  CONCOURSE/AIRPORT TERMINAL - BAY CLOSE ON A FACE.  A nine year old boy, YOUNG COLE, his eyes wide with wonder. watching somethingintently.  We HEAR the sounds of the P.A. SYSTEM droning Flight Information mingled with the sounds of urgent SHOUTS, running FEET, EXCLAMATIONS. YOUNG COLE'S POV:  twenty yards away, a BLONDE MAN issprawled on the floor, blood oozing from his gaudy Hawaiian shirt. A BRUNETTE in a tight dress, her face obscured from YOUNG COLE'S view, rushes to the injured man, kneels beside him, ministering to his wound.ANGLE ON YOUNG COLE, flanked by his PARENTS, their faces out of view, as they steer him away. FATHER'S VOICE (o.s.) Come on, Son --this is no place for us. YOUNG COLE resists momentarily, mesmerized by thedrama. YOUNG COLE'S POV:  intermittently visible through a confusion of FIGURES rushing through the foreground, the BLONDE MAN reaching up and touching the cheek of the kneeling BRUNETTE in a gesture ofenormous tenderness, a gesture of farewell, while the P.A. SYSTEM continues its monotonous monotone... P.A. SYSTEM Flight 784 for San Francisco is now ready for boarding at inmate number 66578,Greely. INT.  PRISON DORMITORY/FUTURE - ETERNAL NIGHT PRISON P.A. SYSTEM --number 5429, Garcia -- number 87645, Cole... COLE, late thirties, dark hair, comes awake in a bunk cage, oneof many stacked four high along both sides of a long dim corridor.  He blinks in the near dark, shaken, disoriented. Then, as he "recovers" from his very vivid dream, WE GET OUR FIRST LOOK AT HISENVIRONMENT...A WINDOWLESS UNDERGROUND WORLD OF ETERNAL NIGHT SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE...AN ALMOST COLORLESS "REALITY" OF BLURRED EDGES AND ECHOEY SOUNDS, MUCHMORE "DREAMLIKE" THAN HIS DREAM. Flashlights glare. In the half-light, COLE sees spooky figures, GUARDS, moving among the locked bunk/cages. COLE turns and whispers to the occupant of the nextcage, JOSE... COLE Ssssst!  Jose, what's going on? JOSE's face is almost lost in shadow.  What there is of it is youthful.  He's just a scared Puerto Rican kid! JOSE "Volunteers" again. JOSEimmediately rolls over and feigns sleep as SCARFACE, a menacing guard with a jagged scar running down his cheek, looms close to COLE's cage and unlocks it. SCARFACE "Volunteer duty".    The PRISONERSin the other cages watch silently with narrowed eyes. COLE I didn't volunteer. SCARFACE You causing trouble again? COLE (controls his temper) No trouble. INT.  EQUIPMENT ROOM -ETERNAL NIGHT COLE's alone, struggling to get into what looks like a space suit in a room where suits hang like ghosts with blank eyes. TITLES BEGIN SUPERED OVER THE SCENE COLE has the torso ofthe suit on now and is trying to close it. OFFSCREEN VOICE (o.s.) All openings must be closed. COLE looks for the source of the voice, a tiny grate in the wall. OFFSCREEN VOICE (o.s.) If the integrity of the suit iscompromised in any way, if the fabric is torn or a zipper not closed, readmittance will be denied. INT.  SEALED CHAMBER - MINUTES LATER (ETERNAL NIGHT) COLE, wearing the "space suit" and a helmet witha plastic visor, steps into a tiny chamber, a kind of air lock.  The heavy door clangs shut behind him.  He's alone.  COLE'S breath comes quicker now as he sucks oxygen from the air tanks on his back. On the oppositewall is another door with a huge wheel lock. COLE turns the heavy wheel, opens the door, steps through It INT.  ELEVATOR - SECONDS LATER (ETERNAL NIGHT) COLE'S in an ascending elevator that groansand creaks.  He looks down at a crudely drawn map he holds in his gloved hand. The map shows a series of tunnels and ladders. INT.  SEWER PIPE - MINUTES LATER (NIGHT) COLE pans a flashlight, probingthe filthy sewer he's wading through RATS flee the blade of light, scurry across islands of rusting junk. The flashlight beam settles on a ladder mounted in the wall. Reaching the rusted ladder, COLE starts to climbawkwardly. EXT.  CITY STREET/FUTURE - MOMENTS LATER (NIGHT) A SCRAPING NOISE as a heavy man-hole cover is pushed up and moved aside.  COLE'S helmeted head emerges from below. COLE'S POVTHROUGH HIS PLASTIC-VISORED HELMET:  a city in moonlight!  A surreal image of abandoned buildings.  No people anywhere.  The only sounds are the WIND and COLE'S BREATHING. EXT.  ANOTHER CITYSTREET - MINUTES LATER (NIGHT) COLE'S light reveals abandoned vine-covered automobiles.  Moving to the nearest car, COLE searches in the vines for something.  Finds it.  An insect. COLE takes thebug in his gloved hand.  As he clumsily inserts it into a collection tube, something makes him turn. There's something across the street in the dark.  Something alive. COLE points his flashlight and reveals...aBEAR!  Startled by the light, the animal blinks, then stands on its rear legs and ROARS. ANGLE ON COLE, staring wide-eyed.  Then, the BEAR sinks down onto all fours and, trying to avoid the flashlight, it padsquickly down the street. INT.  SUBTERRANEAN PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT Using the flashlight to see, COLE reaches down to the cracked floor and gets another specimen.  DOGSHIT! The only sound is COLE'Slabored BREATHING. Then, a different SOUND.  GRRRR!  A dog.  More GRRRRS.  More dogs.  Then, a YIP.  Then, VICIOUS GROWLS.  It's a DOGFIGHT! EXT.  STREET - NIGHT (FIRST LIGHT) A giant OWL,perched on an overhead traffic light, raises its wings and lifts off...rising higher and higher into the brightening sky. Below, on the street, COLE trudges along, passing deserted buildings, windows broken, rusted signsdangling. INT.  DEPARTMENT STORE - NIGHT (FIRST LIGHT) COLE'S light reveals a spider web just inside the store.  A large SPIDER tries to hide from the light. COLE reaches carefully into the web and plucksthe spider and puts it into one of his specimen tubes. Then, he shines his light all around the once elegant store.  There's nothing but aisle after aisle of moldering consumer goods. EXT.  DEPARTMENT STORE -DAWN As COLE comes out of the store, the first rays of the sun hit the building.  COLE stops, squints into the light through his visor. COLE'S POV:  spray-painted on the wall a long time ago is a stenciled logo oftwelve monkeys holding hands in a circle.  Over it is written, "WE DID IT!" COLE looks up. COLE'S POV:  high up on a building across the street, a LION patrols a ledge, pauses, looks out majestically over his world.TTTLES END INT.  FIRST UNDERGROUND DECONTAMINATION CHAMBER - ETERNAL NIGHT ROARING WATER, powerful torrents gushing from nozzles in the wall, pummel the still-suited COLE.INT.  SECOND UNDERGROUND DECONTAMINATION CHAMBER - ETERNAL NIGHT Stark naked and shivering, COLE is being scrubbed with brushes on long poles (like the ones used to wash cars) wielded by twoHULKING FIGURES in bulky decontamination suits, their personas lost in their windowed masks.  It's a grim scene in a grim cement room with damp, dripping walls.  From an unseen source comes an AMPLIFIED VOICE,AMPLIFIED VOICE (o.s.) Raise your arms above your head. COLE lifts his arms and the FIGURES start scrubbing his armpits. INT.  TINY CHAMBER - SHORTLY (ETERNAL NIGHT) Still naked, COLE is seated on astool while a MASKED TECHNICIAN in a less elaborate, less bulky decontamination outfit draws blood from COLE'S arm with an old-fashioned hypodermic needle. COLE glances toward a single, nearly opaque "window"of thick plastic in the rusty iron wall.  VAGUE FIGURES seem to lurk behind the translucent aperture, studying him. The TECHNICIAN slips the blood sample through a slot in the wall. INT.  ENGINEERINGOFFICE/FUTURE WORLD - ETERNAL NIGHT Ushered in by two guards, TINY and SCARFACE, COLE looks around. COLE'S POV:  wails hidden by old headlines, articles, maps, charts... a blackboard covered withelaborate, sophisticated formulae...surfaces heaped with cracked monitors, gerry-rigged computers held together with string, lasers lost in tangles of cable, ancient tube amplifiers, a dilapidated cardboardreconstruction of a city, stacks of moldering books and tattered computer printouts...and, seated at a long conference table, staring at COLE, six SCIENTISTS:  an ASTROPHYSICIST, ENGINEER, BOTANIST,MICROBIOLOGIST, ZOOLOGIST, and a GEOLOGIST.  They represent a "modern" science where brilliant new ideas interface with crude, outdated, patched-together technologies. TINY James Cole.  Clearedfrom quarantine. MICROBIOLOGIST Thank you.  You two wait outside. SCARFACE He's got a history, Doctor.  Violence. COLE'S eyes return to the walls. Headlines:  "CLOCK TICKING!  NO CUREYET!" SCARFACE Anti-social six -- doing 25 to life. ENGINEER I don't think he's going to hurt us.  You're not going to hurt us, are you Mr. Cole? COLE'S head turns quickly to the ENGINEER.COLE No, sir. The GUARDS exchange a look, shrug, exit, closing the door. MICROBIOLOGIST Why don't you sit down, Mr. Cole. COLE goes to the empty chair at the conference table, sits down.ASTROPHYSICIST We want you to tell us about last night. COLE I went to the surface and I collected specimens like I was told. The SCIENTISTS don't say anything.  They just study him carefully.COLE (worried) I mashed the spider, didn't I? MICROBIOLOGIST We'll get to the spider later, Mr. Cole.  Right now, we want to know everything that you saw. INT.  ENGINEERING OFFICE - AN HOURLATER (ETERNAL NIGHT) COLE, starting to look very tired now, stands at the blackboard sketching a detailed map of exactly where he was last night. ASTPOPHYSICIST Where you collected sample #4,what street was that? COLE Uh... BOTANIST It's important to observe everything. COLE I think it was...I'm sure it was 2nd Street. As the SCIENTISTS start to whisper animatedly amongthemselves, COLE'S eyes drift across the newspaper clippings taped to the wall.  One headline screams, "VIRUS MUTATING!"  Another features a photo of an OLD MAN (DR. MASON, who we'll see again later on) and thewords, SCIENTIST SAYS, "IT'S TOO LATE FOR CURE". ASTROPHYSICIST'S VOICE (o.s.) Close your eyes, Cole. Startled, COLE closes his eyes obediently. BLACKNESS.  Like COLE, WE SEE NOTHING.  But we HEAR theirVOICES. ENGINEER'S VOICE (o.s.) Tell us in detail what you've seen in this room. COLE'S VOICE (o.s.) Uh, in this room?  Uh... MICROBIOLOGIST'S VOICE (o.s.) How many of us are there? COLE'S VOICE (o.s.)Six...seven, if you count me. ASTROPHYSICIST'S VOICE (o.s.) Tell us about the pictures on the wall... COLE'S VOICE (o.s.) Uh, you mean the newspapers? A MONTAGE OF OVERLAPPING VOICES (o.s.) Tell us about the


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                                                                      12 ANDHOLDING                                                   Written by                                     Anthony SCipriano                                                                                04.06.04                                        FADEIN:                    EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - MORNING                    TWIN BOYS, RUDY AND JACOB CARGES (12), ride their bikes          through a suburbanneighborhood.                    Rudy, the more athletic of the two, rides at a breakneck          pace. Jacob rides slowly due to a HOCKEY MASK that he wears          over his face. It's making it difficult for him tosee. The          boys turn down a DIRT PATH and ride deep into some WOODS.                    INT. WOODS - CONTINUOUS                    Rudy and Jacob ride to the edge of a CLEARING andstop.          Across from the clearing is a large OAK TREE, which has a          TREE HOUSE perched high up in it's branches. The boys          cautiously look around andwhisper.                                         JACOB                     You see `em?                                         RUDY                     No. But that doesn't mean they're                     nothere.                    After a beat, Rudy gets off his bike and starts walking          towards the tree house.   Jacob stays behind, eyeing their          safety.                                         RUDY (CONT'D)(cont'd)                     Jacob, come on. It's cool.                    Suddenly, a ROCK comes careening from off screen.   It hits          Jacob in the head and knocks him to the ground.                    Rudydarts for the oak tree as a hail storm of rock and          debris come flying at him.                    As Jacob rises, a stream of blood pours down the front of his          mask. He quickly runs for thetree.                    TWO BOYS, JEFF AND KENNY (14), trailer park, punks come          running out of the woods, rocks in hand.                    Rudy and Jacob climb the tree, using makeshift RUNGSthat are          nailed into the trunk. In the floor of the tree house is a          DOOR. Rudy removes a KEY from a chain around his neck and          unlocks it. He climbs inside and pulls Jacob in afterhim.                                                                              2.                                        INT. TREE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS                    Jacob looksback and sees Jeff and Kenny, running over. Rudy          crosses to the door with a BUCKET of liquid.                                        JACOB                    What the hell isthat?                                        RUDY                    Piss.                    Rudy dumps the piss onto Jeff and Kenny.                    EXT. TREE HOUSE - SAMETIME                    Now drenched with piss, Jeff and Kenny jump from the tree,          screaming. They try to shake the urine off.                    Kenny spits the taste out of his mouth and angrilycalls up          to the boys.                                        KENNY                    You and your deformed brother are                    dead!                    INT. TREE HOUSE - SAMETIME                    Jacob rips the hockey mask off. (A large STRAWBERRY          BIRTHMARK covers the right side of his face.) He'sinsulted.                                        RUDY                        (calling to Kenny)                    Anytime you're ready, dickhead.                    EXT. TREE HOUSE - SAMETIME                    Jeff and Kenny walk off.                                        KENNY                    They're fucking dead!                    Jeff runs off screen and throwsup.                    INT. FISHER HOME - KITCHEN - MORNING                    LEONARD FISHER (12), severely obese, sits at the dinner          table, eating pancakes.                    HisFATHER, PATRICK (35) and TWO YOUNGER SISTERS, HALEY (8)          and SARA (6) are seated with him. They are all overweight.                                                                                (CONTINUED)                                                                                3.          CONTINUED:                    LEONARD'S MOTHER, GRACE (35), thelargest of them all,          crosses to the table, sits and starts eating.                    JUMP CUTS show the progression of their meal. From globs of          syrup being placed over pancakes to the massconsumption of          omelets and sausage. Caught up with eating, nobody speaks.                    EST. EXT. CHUNG RESIDENCE - MORNING                    A modern, upper-class home witha large, well tended yard.                                           YACCO (O.S.)                       The check is supposed to be here on                       the first of the month... She's                       your daughter,you asshole!                    INT. CHUNG HOME - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS                    YACCO CHUANG (35), Asian-American, sexy, uptight,          psychiatrist, paces the hallwayon the phone.                    HER DAUGHTER, MALEE (12) with long, black, braided hair and          thick rimmed glasses, peeks her head out of thebathroom.                                           MALEE                       Mom, I need help.                                           YACCO (INTO PHONE)                           (ignoringher)                       Any parent is "parent of the year"                       next to you, you selfish prick.                    Yacco walks off.    Deflated, Malee reenters the bathroom.                    INT.CHUNG HOME - BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS                    Malee is wrapped in a towel and holding a TAMPON. Confused,          she grabs the TAMPON BOX and reads the directions.Malee's          confusion quickly turns to disgust.                    EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD ENTRANCE - LATER                    Leonard sits upon a large rock with the words, LINDSAYACRES          inscribed on the center of it. He eats POPCORN. Hanging off          the top right hand corner of the rock is a banner, which          reads, 5th ANNUAL 4TH OF JULY PICNIC. ALLINVITED.                    Malee rides her bike up to Leonard. She HONKS her BIKE HORN          at every pedestrian in her path.                                           MALEE                       Move it,people.    Outta my way!                                                                                (CONTINUED)                                                                             4.          CONTINUED:                    She comes to a screeching halt an inch in front of Leonard.                                           LEONARD                           (mouthful)                       You'relate.                                           MALEE                       Yeah well, I began menstruating                       this morning, and I had some                       difficulty inserting thetampon.                           (off his disgusted look)                       What? It's a natural process. You                       know, I could conceive, carry and                       birth a child rightnow.                                             LEONARD                       Big deal.    You won't.                                           MALEE                       But I could. That's whatmatters.                                           LEONARD                       The twins said, they'd meet us at                       the spot.                    Leonard gets on hisbike.                                           MALEE                       Wanna race?                                           LEONARD                       Nah, I'm good.                    INT.TREE HOUSE - LATER                    Jacob wipes at his head wound, frightened.                                           JACOB                       Maybe I should have mom look atit.                                            RUDY                       If you didn't have that damn mask                       on, you'd have seen it coming. Our                       birthday comes once a year, andyou                       ask for a hockey mask. You don't                       even play.                                           JACOB                       Jason from "Friday the 13th" wears                       one. He's bad ass.                                                                                (CONTINUED)                                                                               5.          CONTINUED:                                           RUDY                       Exactly. Jason wouldn't run home                       `cause of a little blood. He'd get                       back up, decapitate hisvictim and                       move on.                    Jacob looks out the makeshift window in the wall.                                           JACOB                       You think Jeff and Kenny willcome                       back?                                           RUDY                       I dropped piss on their heads.    I'd                       say the odds are prettygood.                                           MALEE (O.S.)                       You did what?                    Rudy and Jacob turn to find Malee and Leonard, entering the          treehouse.                                           RUDY                       Jeff and Kenny were here. I dumped                       the piss I've been saving ontheir                       heads.                                           LEONARD                       Why were you saving piss?                                           RUDY                       Just incase.Pretty smart, huh?                                            JACOB                       No, it's stupid cause now they're                       gonna come back here and kick all                       ourasses.                                           RUDY                       Don't be such a pussy.                                           LEONARD                       Yeah, I could probably takethem                       both myself.                                           RUDY                       What are you gonna do, Leonard,


ï»¿The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Vampyre; A Tale, by John William PolidoriThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it awayorre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: The Vampyre; A TaleAuthor: John William PolidoriPosting Date: October 21, 2009 [EBook#6087]Release Date: July, 2004First Posted: November 3, 2002[Last updated: May 26, 2012]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VAMPYRE; A TALE ***Produced by an anonymousProject Gutenberg volunteer.                                 THE                               VAMPYRE;                               A Tale.                       By John William Polidori                               LONDON                 PRINTED FORSHERWOOD, NEELY, AND JONES                           PATERNOSTER ROW                                1819              [Entered at Stationers' Hall, March 27, 1819]           Gillet, Printer, Crown Court, Fleet Street,London.                         EXTRACT OF A LETTER                             FROM GENEVA.                            ______________"I breathe freely in the neighbourhood of this lake; the ground uponwhich I tread has beensubdued from the earliest ages; the principalobjects which immediately strike my eye, bring to my recollectionscenes, in which man acted the hero and was the chief object ofinterest. Not to look back to earlier times ofbattles and sieges,here is the bust of Rousseau--here is a house with an inscriptiondenoting that the Genevan philosopher first drew breath under itsroof. A little out of the town is Ferney, the residence of Voltaire;wherethat wonderful, though certainly in many respects contemptible,character, received, like the hermits of old, the visits of pilgrims,not only from his own nation, but from the farthest boundaries ofEurope. Here too isBonnet's abode, and, a few steps beyond, the houseof that astonishing woman Madame de Stael: perhaps the first of hersex, who has really proved its often claimed equality with, the noblerman. We have before hadwomen who have written interesting novels andpoems, in which their tact at observing drawing-room characters hasavailed them; but never since the days of Heloise have those facultieswhich are peculiar to man, beendeveloped as the possible inheritanceof woman. Though even here, as in the case of Heloise, our sex havenot been backward in alledging the existence of an Abeilard in theperson of M. Schlegel as the inspirer of herworks. But to proceed:upon the same side of the lake, Gibbon, Bonnivard, Bradshaw, andothers mark, as it were, the stages for our progress; whilst upon theother side there is one house, built by Diodati, the friend ofMilton,which has contained within its walls, for several months, that poetwhom we have so often read together, and who--if human passions remainthe same, and human feelings, like chords, on being swept bynature'simpulses shall vibrate as before--will be placed by posterity in thefirst rank of our English Poets. You must have heard, or the ThirdCanto of Childe Harold will have informed you, that Lord Byron residedmanymonths in this neighbourhood. I went with some friends a few daysago, after having seen Ferney, to view this mansion. I trod the floorswith the same feelings of awe and respect as we did, together, thoseofShakespeare's dwelling at Stratford. I sat down in a chair of thesaloon, and satisfied myself that I was resting on what he had madehis constant seat. I found a servant there who had lived with him;she, however, gaveme but little information. She pointed out hisbed-chamber upon the same level as the saloon and dining-room, andinformed me that he retired to rest at three, got up at two, andemployed himself a long time over histoilette; that he never went tosleep without a pair of pistols and a dagger by his side, and that henever ate animal food. He apparently spent some part of every day uponthe lake in an English boat. There is a balconyfrom the saloon whichlooks upon the lake and the mountain Jura; and I imagine, that it musthave been hence, he contemplated the storm so magnificently describedin the Third Canto; for you have from here a mostextensive view ofall the points he has therein depicted. I can fancy him like thescathed pine, whilst all around was sunk to repose, still waking toobserve, what gave but a weak image of the storms which haddesolatedhis own breast.  The sky is changed!--and such a change; Oh, night!  And storm and darkness, ye are wond'rous strong,  Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light  Of a dark eye in woman! Far along  Frompeak to peak, the rattling crags among,  Leaps the lire thunder! Not from one lone cloud,  But every mountain now hath found a tongue,  And Jura answers thro' her misty shroud,  Back to the joyous Alps who call toher aloud!  And this is in the night:--Most glorious night!  Thou wer't not sent for slumber! let me be  A sharer in thy far and fierce delight,--  A portion of the tempest and of me!  How the lit lake shines a phosphoricsea,  And the big rain comet dancing to the earth!  And now again 'tis black,--and now the glee  Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain mirth,  As if they did rejoice o'er a young; earthquake's birth,  Now where theswift Rhine cleaves his way between  Heights which appear, as lovers who have parted  In haste, whose mining depths so intervene,  That they can meet no more, tho' broken hearted;  Tho' in their souls which thuseach other thwarted,  Love was the very root of the fond rage  Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed--  Itself expired, but leaving; them an age  Of years all winter--war within themselves to wage.I wentdown to the little port, if I may use the expression, whereinhis vessel used to lay, and conversed with the cottager, who had thecare of it. You may smile, but I have my pleasure in thus helping mypersonification of theindividual I admire, by attaining to theknowledge of those circumstances which were daily around him. I havemade numerous enquiries in the town concerning him, but can learnnothing. He only went into society thereonce, when M. Pictet took himto the house of a lady to spend the evening. They say he is a verysingular man, and seem to think him very uncivil. Amongst other thingsthey relate, that having invited M. Pictet andBonstetten to dinner,he went on the lake to Chillon, leaving a gentleman who travelled withhim to receive them and make his apologies. Another evening, beinginvited to the house of Lady D---- H----, he promised toattend,but upon approaching the windows of her ladyship's villa, andperceiving the room to be full of company, he set down his friend,desiring him to plead his excuse, and immediately returned home. Thiswill serve asa contradiction to the report which you tell me iscurrent in England, of his having been avoided by his countrymen onthe continent. The case happens to be directly the reverse, as he hasbeen generally sought by them,though on most occasions, apparentlywithout success. It is said, indeed, that upon paying his first visitat Coppet, following the servant who had announced his name, he wassurprised to meet a lady carried out fainting;but before he had beenseated many minutes, the same lady, who had been so affected at thesound of his name, returned and conversed with him a considerabletime--such is female curiosity and affectation! He visitedCoppetfrequently, and of course associated there with several of hiscountrymen, who evinced no reluctance to meet him whom his enemiesalone would represent as an outcast.Though I have been so unsuccessful inthis town, I have been morefortunate in my enquiries elsewhere. There is a society three or fourmiles from Geneva, the centre of which is the Countess of Breuss, aRussian lady, well acquainted with the agrÃ©mens dela SociÃ©tÃ©, and whohas collected them round herself at her mansion. It was chiefly here,I find, that the gentleman who travelled with Lord Byron, asphysician, sought for society. He used almost every day to crossthelake by himself, in one of their flat-bottomed boats, and return afterpassing the evening with his friends, about eleven or twelve at night,often whilst the storms were raging in the circling summits of themountainsaround. As he became intimate, from long acquaintance, withseveral of the families in this neighbourhood, I have gathered fromtheir accounts some excellent traits of his lordship's character,which I will relate to you atsome future opportunity. I must,however, free him from one imputation attached to him--of having inhis house two sisters as the partakers of his revels. This is, likemany other charges which have been brought againsthis lordship,entirely destitute of truth. His only companion was the physician Ihave already mentioned. The report originated from the followingcircumstance: Mr. Percy Bysshe Shelly, a gentleman well knownforextravagance of doctrine, and for his daring, in their profession,even to sign himself with the title of ATHeos in the Album atChamouny, having taken a house below, in which he resided with Miss M.W. Godwin andMiss Clermont, (the daughters of the celebrated Mr.Godwin) they were frequently visitors at Diodati, and were often seenupon the lake with his Lordship, which gave rise to the report, thetruth of which is here positivelydenied.Among other things which the lady, from whom I procured theseanecdotes, related to me, she mentioned the outline of a ghost storyby Lord Byron. It appears that one evening Lord B., Mr. P. B. Shelly,the twoladies and the gentleman before alluded to, after havingperused a German work, which was entitled Phantasmagoriana, beganrelating ghost stories; when his lordship having recited the beginningof Christabel, thenunpublished, the whole took so strong a hold ofMr. Shelly's mind, that he suddenly started up and ran out of theroom. The physician and Lord Byron followed, and discovered himleaning against a mantle-piece, withcold drops of perspirationtrickling down his face. After having given him something to refreshhim, upon enquiring into the cause of his alarm, they found that hiswild imagination having pictured to him the bosom of oneof the ladieswith eyes (which was reported of a lady in the neighbourhood where helived) he was obliged to leave the room in order to destroy theimpression. It was afterwards proposed, in the course ofconversation,that each of the company present should write a tale depending uponsome supernatural agency, which was undertaken by Lord B., thephysician, and Miss M. W. Godwin.[1] My friend, the ladyabovereferred to, had in her possession the outline of each of thesestories; I obtained them as a great favour, and herewith forward themto you, as I was assured you would feel as much curiosity as myself,to perusethe ebauches of so great a genius, and those immediatelyunder his influence."[1] Since published under the title of "Frankenstein; or, The ModernPrometheus."                             THEVAMPYRE.  ________________________________________________________________                            INTRODUCTION.                              __________THE superstition upon which this tale is founded is verygeneral inthe East. Among the Arabians it appears to be common: it did not,however, extend itself to the Greeks until after the establishment ofChristianity; and it has only assumed its present form since thedivision ofthe Latin and Greek churches; at which time, the ideabecoming prevalent, that a Latin body could not corrupt if buried intheir territory, it gradually increased, and formed the subject ofmany wonderful stories, stillextant, of the dead rising from theirgraves, and feeding upon the blood of the young and beautiful. In theWest it spread, with some slight variation, all over Hungary, Poland,Austria, and Lorraine, where the beliefexisted, that vampyres nightlyimbibed a certain portion of the blood of their victims, who becameemaciated, lost their strength, and speedily died of consumptions;whilst these human blood-suckers fattened--and theirveins becamedistended to such a state of repletion, as to cause the blood to flowfrom all the passages of their bodies, and even from the very pores oftheir skins.In the London Journal, of March, 1732, is a curious, and,of course,credible account of a particular case of vampyrism, which is stated tohave occurred at Madreyga, in Hungary. It appears, that upon anexamination of the commander-in-chief and magistrates of the place,theypositively and unanimously affirmed, that, about five yearsbefore, a certain Heyduke, named Arnold Paul, had been heard to say,that, at Cassovia, on the frontiers of the Turkish Servia, he had beentormented by avampyre, but had found a way to rid himself of theevil, by eating some of the earth out of the vampyre's grave, andrubbing himself with his blood. This precaution, however, did notprevent him from becoming avampyre[2] himself; for, about twenty orthirty days after his death and burial, many persons complained ofhaving been tormented by him, and a deposition was made, that fourpersons had been deprived of life by hisattacks. To prevent furthermischief, the inhabitants having consulted their Hadagni,[3] took upthe body, and found it (as is supposed to be usual in cases ofvampyrism) fresh, and entirely free from corruption, andemitting atthe mouth, nose, and ears, pure and florid blood. Proof having beenthus obtained, they resorted to the accustomed remedy. A stake wasdriven entirely through the heart and body of Arnold Paul, at whichheis reported to have cried out as dreadfully as if he had been alive.This done, they cut off his head, burned his body, and threw the ashesinto his grave. The same measures were adopted with the corses ofthosepersons who had previously died from vampyrism, lest theyshould, in their turn, become agents upon others who survived them.[2] The universal belief is, that a person sucked by a vampyre becomes avampyrehimself, and sucks in his turn.[3] Chief bailiff.This monstrous rodomontade is here related, because it seems betteradapted to illustrate the subject of the present observations than anyother instance which could beadduced. In many parts of Greece it isconsidered as a sort of punishment after death, for some heinous crimecommitted whilst in existence, that the deceased is not only doomed tovampyrise, but compelled to confinehis infernal visitations solely tothose beings he loved most while upon earth--those to whom he was boundby ties of kindred and affection.--A supposition alluded to in the"Giaour."  But first on earth, as Vampyresent,  Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent;  Then ghastly haunt the native place,  And suck the blood of all thy race;  There from thy daughter, sister, wife,  At midnight drain the stream of life;  Yet loathe the banquetwhich perforce  Must feed thy livid living corse,  Thy victims, ere they yet expire,  Shall know the demon for their sire;  As cursing thee, thou cursing them,  Thy flowers are withered on the stem.  But one that for thycrime must fall,  The youngest, best beloved of all,  Shall bless thee with a father's name--  That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!  Yet thou must end thy task and mark  Her cheek's last tinge--her eye's lastspark,  And the last glassy glance must view  Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;  Then with unhallowed hand shall tear  The tresses of her yellow hair,  Of which, in life a lock when shorn  Affection's fondest pledge wasworn--  But now is borne away by thee  Memorial of thine agony!  Yet with thine own best blood shall drip;  Thy gnashing tooth, and haggard lip;  Then stalking to thy sullen grave,  Go--and with Gouls and Afritsrave,  Till these in horror shrink away  From spectre more accursed than they.Mr. Southey has also introduced in his wild but beautiful poem of"Thalaba," the vampyre corse of the Arabian maid Oneiza, whoisrepresented as having returned from the grave for the purpose oftormenting him she best loved whilst in existence. But this cannot besupposed to have resulted from the sinfulness of her life, she beingpourtrayedthroughout the whole of the tale as a complete type ofpurity and innocence. The veracious Tournefort gives a long account inhis travels of several astonishing cases of vampyrism, to which hepretends to have been aneyewitness; and Calmet, in his great workupon this subject, besides a variety of anecdotes, and traditionarynarratives illustrative of its effects, has put forth some learneddissertations, tending to prove it to be aclassical, as well asbarbarian error.Many curious and interesting notices on this singularly horriblesuperstition might be added; though the present may suffice for thelimits of a note, necessarily devoted to explanation,and which maynow be concluded by merely remarking, that though the term Vampyre isthe one in most general acceptation, there are several otherssynonymous with it, made use of in various parts of the world:asVroucolocha, Vardoulacha, Goul, Broucoloka, &c.  ________________________________________________________________                             THE VAMPYRE.                              __________IT happenedthat in the midst of the dissipations attendant upon aLondon winter, there appeared at the various parties of the leaders ofthe ton a nobleman, more remarkable for his singularities, than hisrank. He gazed upon themirth around him, as if he could notparticipate therein. Apparently, the light laughter of the fair onlyattracted his attention, that he might by a look quell it, and throwfear into those breasts where thoughtlessnessreigned. Those who feltthis sensation of awe, could not explain whence it arose: someattributed it to the dead grey eye, which, fixing upon the object'sface, did not seem to penetrate, and at one glance to piercethroughto the inward workings of the heart; but fell upon the cheek with aleaden ray that weighed upon the skin it could not pass. Hispeculiarities caused him to be invited to every house; all wished tosee him, andthose who had been accustomed to violent excitement, andnow felt the weight of ennui, were pleased at having something intheir presence capable of engaging their attention. In spite of thedeadly hue of his face,which never gained a warmer tint, either fromthe blush of modesty, or from the strong emotion of passion, thoughits form and outline were beautiful, many of the female hunters afternotoriety attempted to win hisattentions, and gain, at least, somemarks of what they might term affection: Lady Mercer, who had been themockery of every monster shewn in drawing-rooms since her marriage,threw herself in his way, and did allbut put on the dress of amountebank, to attract his notice:--though in vain:--when shestood before him, though his eyes were apparently fixed upon her's,still it seemed as if they were unperceived;--even herunappalledimpudence was baffled, and she left the field. But though the commonadultress could not influence even the guidance of his eyes, it wasnot that the female sex was indifferent to him: yet such wastheapparent caution with which he spoke to the virtuous wife and innocentdaughter, that few knew he ever addressed himself to females. He had,however, the reputation of a winning tongue; and whether it was thatiteven overcame the dread of his singular character, or that theywere moved by his apparent hatred of vice, he was as often among thosefemales who form the boast of their sex from their domestic virtues,as amongthose who sully it by their vices.About the same time, there came to London a young gentleman of thename of Aubrey: he was an orphan left with an only sister in thepossession of great wealth, by parents who diedwhile he was yet inchildhood. Left also to himself by guardians, who thought it theirduty merely to take care of his fortune, while they relinquished themore important charge of his mind to the care of mercenarysubalterns,he cultivated more his imagination than his judgment. He had, hence,that high romantic feeling of honour and candour, which daily ruins somany milliners' apprentices. He believed all to sympathisewithvirtue, and thought that vice was thrown in by Providence merely forthe picturesque effect of the scene, as we see in romances: he thoughtthat the misery of a cottage merely consisted in the vesting ofclothes,which were as warm, but which were better adapted to thepainter's eye by their irregular folds and various coloured patches.He thought, in fine, that the dreams of poets were the realities oflife. He was handsome,frank, and rich: for these reasons, upon hisentering into the gay circles, many mothers surrounded him, strivingwhich should describe with least truth their languishing or rompingfavourites: the daughters at the sametime, by their brighteningcountenances when he approached, and by their sparkling eyes, when heopened his lips, soon led him into false notions of his talents andhis merit. Attached as he was to the romance of his