A Service of Love
- O.Henry
O
Henry is the pen name of American writer William Sydney Porter.
Porter’s 400 short stories are known for their wit, word play,
characterization and the clever use of twist endings. O Henry stories
are famous for their surprise endings, to the point that such an ending
is often referred as an “O Henry ending”.
Human Interest is based on one’s love (one loves one’s Art no services seems too hard) for his best love story.
Joe Larrabee
came from the Middle West. He was a genius in painting. When he was six
years old child, he drew a picture of the town pump with an important
person passing in a hurry. At twenty with a small amount of money, he
left for New York to learn painting.
Delia Caruthers
came from the South. She was a promising singer. Her relatives
collected a small amount for Delia to go to New York and to learn music.
Joe and Delia met
at a studio, they fell in love and in a short time they were married.
They began to live in a flat and were very happy as they had their art.
Joe was painting in the class of the great Magister and Delia
was studying under Rosenstock, a famous musician. Their aims were
clear. Joe would learn to paint old gentle man with side whiskers and
thick purses. Delia was going to master the piano and fell concert halls
all over the country.
After
a while art became weak. They had spent all their money. They did not
pay the fees to Mr Magister and Mr Rosenstock. Delia felt that she must
give music lessons to buy their food. One evening she came with high
hopes. She had found a pupil General A.B.Pikney’s daughter, Clementia.
She is eighteen years old. Delia had to give three lessons a week. For
that she would get fifteen dollars per week. Joe did not happy with it.
He wanted to earn some money. But Delia insisted that Joe should not
give up his studies.
During all the next week Joe had an early breakfast. Joe was very must
interested in morning-effect sketches. He was doing in the central park.
Delia lived at 7’O clock and he would return at 7’O clock in the
evening.
At
the end of the week, Delia proudly threw five-dollar bills on the
center table. She complained about Clementia, trying her patience. She
commented on their house, their drawing room and the rugs that covered
the floor. And they Joe, with pride, drew forth a ten a five, a two and
one dollar and laid them beside Delia’s earnings. He said Delia that he
had sold one of his paintings and had ordered another an oil sketch of
Lackwanna goods yard. Both of them were very happy that they had thirty
two dollars on hand.
On
next Saturday evening Joe reached home first. He washed his hands which
had a great deal of paint .Half an Hour later, Delia arrived her right
hand tied up in a shapeless bundle of wraps and bandages. Joe was
concerned.
Delia
told the story of Clementia who wanted Welsh rabbit at five in the
afternoon. The general had the dish prepared. Clementia was so nervous
that she poured it hot on Delia’s hands and wrist. But general Pinkney
was concerned and sent someone out a drugstore for some oil and things
to bind it up with.
Joe pulled out some white threads beneath the bandages and asked what this is?
Delia
replied that the bandage had some oil on it. Joe asked what time in the
afternoon had she been burn. Delia said five o’clock. Joe drew her to
the sofa, sat beside her and put his arm across her shoulders. He asked
her “what have you been doing for the last two weeks. She could not lie
any longer. She put her head down and started crying. She said that she
worked at a place where ironing shirts in twenty four street laundry.
But she was happy that at least Joe could sell his paintings.
Delia
asked him that what made him suspect that she wasn’t giving music
lessons to Clementina. Joe replied that he did not suspect till that
night. It was he who had sent up cotton waste and oil from the
Engine-room that afternoon to a girl who had her hand burned with an
iron. Joe had been working the Engine in that laundry for the last two
weeks.
Joe’s
buyer from Peoria and Delia’s General Pinkney were both the creations
of the same art. They were creations of imaginations.
Both of them began to laugh and said when one loves ones art no service seems too hard-when one loves.
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