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An American Tragedy

By Theodore Dreiser.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Book I I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX Book II I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX XXI XXII XXIII XXIV XXV XXVI XXVII XXVIII XXIX XXX XXXI XXXII XXXIII XXXIV XXXV XXXVI XXXVII XXXVIII XXXIX XL XLI XLII XLIII XLIV XLV XLVI XLVII Book III I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX XXI XXII XXIII XXIV XXV XXVI XXVII XXVIII XXIX XXX XXXI XXXII XXXIII XXXIV Souvenir Colophon Uncopyright Imprint The Standard Ebooks logo.

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Book I I

Duskโ โ€”of a summer night.

And the tall walls of the commercial heart of an American city of perhaps 400,000 inhabitantsโ โ€”such walls as in time may linger as a mere fable.

And up the broad street, now comparatively hushed, a little band of sixโ โ€”a man of about fifty, short, stout, with bushy hair protruding from under a round black felt hat, a most unimportant-looking person, who carried a small portable organ such as is customarily used by street preachers and singers. And with him a woman perhaps five years his junior, taller, not so broad, but solid of frame and vigorous, very plain in face and dress, and yet not homely, leading with one hand a small boy of seven and in the other carrying a Bible and several hymn books. With these three, but walking independently behind, was a girl of fifteen, a boy of twelve and another girl of nine, all following obediently, but not too enthusiastically, in the wake of the others.

It was hot, yet with a sweet languor about it all.

Crossing at right angles the great thoroughfare on which they walked, was a second canyon-like way, threaded by throngs and vehicles and various lines of cars which clanged their bells and made such progress as they might amid swiftly moving streams of traffic. Yet the little group seemed unconscious of anything save a set purpose to make its way between the contending lines of traffic and pedestrians which flowed by them.

Having reached an intersection this side of the second principal thoroughfareโ โ€”really just an alley between two tall structuresโ โ€”now quite bare of life of any kind, the man put down the organ, which the woman immediately opened, setting up a music rack upon which she placed a wide flat hymn book. Then handing the Bible to the man, she fell back in line with him, while the twelve-year-old boy put down a small campstool in front of the organ. The manโ โ€”the father, as he chanced to beโ โ€”looked about him with seeming wide-eyed assurance, and announced, without appearing to care whether he had any auditors or not:

โ€œWe will first sing a hymn of praise, so that any who may wish to acknowledge the Lord may join us. Will you oblige, Hester?โ€

At this the eldest girl, who until now had attempted to appear as unconscious and unaffected as possible, bestowed her rather slim and as yet undeveloped figure upon the camp chair and turned the leaves of the hymn book, pumping the organ while her mother observed:

โ€œI should think it might be nice to sing twenty-seven tonightโ โ€”โ€˜How Sweet the Balm of Jesusโ€™ Love.โ€™โ€Šโ€

By this time various homeward-bound individuals of diverse grades and walks of life, noticing the small group disposing itself in this fashion, hesitated for a moment to eye them askance or paused to ascertain the character of their work. This hesitancy, construed by the man apparently to constitute attention, however mobile, was seized upon by him and he began addressing them as though they were specifically here to hear him.

โ€œLet us all sing twenty-seven, thenโ โ€”โ€˜How Sweet the Balm of Jesusโ€™ Love.โ€™โ€Šโ€

At this the young girl began to interpret the melody upon the organ, emitting a thin though correct strain, at the same time joining her rather high soprano with that of her mother, together with the rather dubious baritone of the father. The other children piped weakly along, the boy and girl having taken hymn books from the small pile stacked upon the organ. As they sang, this nondescript and indifferent street audience gazed, held by the peculiarity of such an unimportant-looking family publicly raising its collective voice against the vast skepticism and

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