Fans of classic short fiction will relish this collection of gems from one of the unquestioned masters of the form. From a down-on-his-luck troubadour to a talking statue, Sixes and Sevens is populated by a cast of quirky, endearing characters that only O. Henry could conjure, not to mention plenty of the author's trademark plot twists and surprise endings. It's a must-read for anyone hankering for a dose of entertaining, well-wrought writing.THE
Inexorably Sam Galloway saddled his pony. He was
going away from the Rancho Altito at the end of a three-months'
visit. It is not to be expected that a guest should put up with wheat
coffee and biscuits yellow-streaked with saleratus for longer than
that. Nick Napoleon, the big Negro man cook, had never been able to
make good biscuits. Once before, when Nick was cooking at the Willow
Ranch, Sam had been forced to fly from his cuisine, after
only a six-weeks' sojourn.
On Sam's face was an expression of sorrow,
deepened with regret and slightly tempered by the patient forgiveness
of a connoisseur who cannot be understood. But very firmly and
inexorably he buckled his saddle-cinches, looped his stake-rope and
hung it to his saddle-horn, tied his slicker and coat on the cantle,
and looped his quirt on his right wrist. The Merrydews (householders
of the Rancho Altito), men, women, children, and servants, vassals,
visitors, employés, dogs, and casual callers were grouped in the
"gallery" of the ranch house, all with faces set to the
tune of melancholy and grief. For, as the coming of Sam Galloway to
any ranch, camp, or cabin between the rivers Frio or Bravo del Norte
aroused joy, so his departure caused mourning and distress.
And then, during absolute silence, except for the
bumping of a hind elbow of a hound dog as he pursued a wicked flea,
Sam tenderly and carefully tied his guitar across his saddle on top
of his slicker and coat. The guitar was in a green duck bag; and if
you catch the significance of it, it explains Sam.
Sam Galloway was the Last of the Troubadours. Of
course you know about the troubadours. The encyclopædia says they
flourished between the eleventh and the thirteenth centuries. What
they flourished doesn't seem clear—you may be pretty sure it wasn't
a sword: maybe it was a fiddlebow, or a forkful of spaghetti, or a
lady's scarf. Anyhow, Sam Galloway was one of 'em.
Sam put on a martyred expression as he mounted his
pony. But the expression on his face was hilarious compared with the
one on his pony's...
William Sydney Porter (September 11, 1862 - June 5, 1910), known by his pen name O. Henry, was an American short story writer. O. Henry's short stories are known for their surprise endings.
He was born in Greensboro, North Carolina. He changed the spelling of his middle name to Sydney in 1898.