Digital heart book

It was early in December that I thus sold myself into
slavery, and for six months I dragged a slowly
lengthening chain of gratitude and uneasiness. At the
cost of some debt I managed to excel myself and eclipse
the Genius of Muskegon, in a small but highly patriotic
"Standard Bearer" for the Salon; whither it was duly
admitted, where it stood the proper length of days
entirely unremarked, and whence it came back to me as
patriotic as before. I threw my whole soul (as
Pinkerton would have phrased it) into clocks and
candlesticks; the devil a candlestick-maker would have
anything to say to my designs. Even when Dijon, with
his infinite good-humour and infinite scorn for all
such journey-work, consented to peddle them in
indiscriminately with his own, the dealers still
detected and rejected mine. Home they returned to me,
true as the Standard Bearer, who now, at the head of
quite a regiment of lesser idols, began to grow an
eyesore in the scanty studio of my friend. Dijon and I
have sat by the hour, and gazed upon that company of
images.


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