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...life, however, was not completely cloistered. I often are banana sodas at the drug store and heard the conversation of the concupiscent, the dialogues of the damned. And there I heard of Cartrack, even saw Cartrack, pour soul and I will never be at peace until her story is told, for to me Cartrack is anepic figure, a Helen far from Troy, a Dido unheralded and unsung...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE CRIME | 4/2/1926 | See Source »

...Cartrack was pekinese, the only pekinese of her sex and size in Charmington. And therein lies a tale. For every evening as the crowd stood about the steps of the drug store and I ate my banana soda. Cartrack made her small but definite appearance, religion shining from her eyes. Up the street from her home she came with the Gleam in her eyes and betook herself to the Ninth Incorporated Methodist Church, where the Reverend Isaiah Poodle was holding service. There I was told she would sit for ten minutes by the watches of the crowd about the store...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE CRIME | 4/2/1926 | See Source »

...about the drug store placed their watches in their pockets. They knew what would happen now. So did I. Leaving my banana soda I went to look at the performance. It was always the same. One after another of the men quit his station by the steps to follow Cartrack. So a long file of solemn marchers were soon in her wake. Main Street in Charmington became for a few minutes a primrose path to an everlasting bonfire, and the bon fire was the rage of Cartrack, damned by religion, damned...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE CRIME | 4/2/1926 | See Source »

...only cemetery which Charmington boasts she held her court. Around her in a semi-circle the men of Charmington stood while Cartrack preached, not in the saintly tones of Isaiah Poodle but in the stately rhythms of a purient pekinese. She told them of pleasures they had never known, would never know, of the palaces and sanquti the glitter and garnish of decent diminution, and they hung about her and listened until the moon was high above Charmington and the lights in the passing ten o'clock express made a serpentine suggestion of reality in the passing below the cemetery...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE CRIME | 4/2/1926 | See Source »

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