Such volumes as Cabbages and Kings (1904) and The Four Million (1906) collect short stories, noted for their often surprising endings, of American writer William Sydney Porter, who used the pen name O. Henry.
His biography shows where he found inspiration for his characters. His era produced their voices and his language.
Mother of three-year-old Porter died from tuberculosis. He left school at fifteen years of age and worked for five years in drugstore of his uncle and then for two years at a Texas sheep ranch.
In 1884, he went to Austin, where he worked in a real estate office and a church choir and spent four years as a draftsman in the general land office. His wife and firstborn died, but daughter Margaret survived him.
He failed to establish a small humorous weekly and afterward worked in poorly-run bank. When its accounts balanced not, people blamed and fired him.
In Houston, he worked for a few years until, ordered to stand trial for embezzlement, he fled to New Orleans and thence Honduras.
Two years later, he returned on account of illness of his wife. Apprehended, Porter served a few months more than three years in a penitentiary in Columbus, Ohio. During his incarceration, he composed ten short stories, including A Blackjack Bargainer, The Enchanted Kiss, and The Duplicity of Hargraves.
In Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he sent manuscripts to New York editors. In the spring of 1902, Ainslee's Magazine offered him a regular income if he moved to New York.
People rewarded other persons financially more. A Retrieved Reformation about the safe-cracker Jimmy Valentine got $250; six years later, $500 for dramatic rights, which gave over $100,000 royalties for playwright Paul Armstrong. Many stories have been made into films.
I liked the wry humor in this story. A woman is on a mission to recruit the ingredients for beef stew; she can take or leave the people accompanying the ingredients.
Hetty is thirty-three years old, plain and down to earth and poor. Even poorer when, having been thrown out of her job as shop-girl for resisting the advances of a boss, she returns to her room with a bit of beef. Hetty wants to cook a beef stew, but what's a stew without potatoes, or onions? But fate (always such an important character in O Henry's stories) is waiting in the wings, with a happy surprise in store for Hetty. A chance encounter at the Vallmambrosa Apartments' communal sink introduces Hetty to Cecilia, a miniature artist, who happens to have only two potatoes by way of food. So a little pact is made, and the potatoes go into what will become a shared stew. But there's still the question of the onions, and there's a story of a romantic yearning that Cecilia shares with her new friend as they wait for the incomplete stew to cook...
I loved this story. It was vintage O Henry, the characters easy to relate to, their situations easy to sympathize with. I could see the end coming (though not all the way, since there was a red herring there) but even then, this was a delightful little read. It left me with a warm and fuzzy feeling and a desire for a good stew.
O. Henry's "The Third Ingredient" is from the "Options" is a clever romantic short story of desperate portions that a recipe turns right.
Story in short- Hetty loses her job and with limited income needs some ingredients and finds them with their attached owners.
➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Highlight (Yellow) | Location 19086 THE (SO-CALLED) VALLAMBROSA Apartment-House is not an apartment-house. It is composed of two old- fashioned, brownstone-front residences welded into one. The parlor floor of one side is gay with the wraps and head-gear of a modiste; the other is lugubrious with the sophistical promises and grisly display of a painless dentist. You may have a room there for two Highlight (Yellow) | Location 19090 dollars a week or you may have one for twenty dollars. Among the Vallambrosa’s roomers are stenographers, musicians, brokers, shop-girls, space-rate writers, art students, wire-tappers, and other people who lean far over the banister-rail when the door-bell rings. Highlight (Yellow) | Location 19093 At six o’clock one afternoon Hetty Pepper came back to her third-floor rear $3.50 room in the Vallambrosa with her nose and chin more sharply pointed than usual. To be discharged from the department store where you have been working four years, and with only fifteen cents in your purse, does have a tendency to make your features appear more finely chiselled. And now for Hetty’s thumb-nail biography while she climbs the two flights of stairs. She walked into the Biggest Store one morning four years before with seventy-five other girls, applying for a job behind the waist department Highlight (Yellow) | Location 19098 counter. The phalanx of wage-earners formed a bewildering scene of beauty, carrying a total mass of blond hair sufficient to have justified the horseback gallops of a hundred Lady Godivas.
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 19101 Hetty Pepper, Highlight (Yellow) | Location 19101 homely of countenance, with small, contemptuous, green eyes and chocolate-colored hair, dressed in a suit of plain burlap and a common-sense hat, stood before him with every one of her twenty-nine years of life unmistakably in sight. “You’re on!” shouted the bald-headed young man, and was saved. And that is how Hetty came to be employed in the Biggest Store. Highlight (Yellow) | Location 19110 This particular buyer was a capable, cool-eyed, impersonal, young, bald-headed man. As he walked along the aisles of his department he seemed to be sailing on a sea of frangipanni, while white clouds, machine- embroidered, floated around him. Too many sweets bring surfeit. He Highlight (Yellow) | Location 19112 looked upon Hetty Pepper’s homely countenance, emerald eyes, and chocolate-colored hair as a welcome oasis of green in a desert of cloying beauty. In a quiet angle of a counter he pinched her arm kindly, three inches above the elbow. She slapped him three feet away with one good blow of her muscular and not especially lily- white right. So, now you know why Hetty Pepper came to leave the Biggest Store at thirty minutes’ notice, with one dime and a nickel in her purse ❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌spoiler alert
Hetty Pepper is a plain young middle aged woman who lost her job, she has some meat for stew but no money for an onion or potato. She sees a young lady artist, Cecilia who has a potato that lives in her apartment and convincing her to add her potato to the stew. The young lady tells of her attempted suicide and the hero who saved her but she refused to give her address, she felt embarrassed but after three days she is depressed because he has not found her. Hetty sees a young man leaving a writer's apartment with an onion, he says he is going to eat it but Hetty wants him to add his onion to the stew. He has a cold and wants the onion, but Hetty figures out that he is the hero and tells of the young lady he seeks is there with the stew.
Wow, it feels like it's been forever since another decent understandable story appears in O. Henry's short story collection. No weird twist to end with? 🤣
A história tem potencial, é sobre duas mulheres que se encontram no corredor da casa/apartamento que moram, sendo que as duas não tem muito dinheiro para comprar comida, mas possuem carne e batata, mas cadê a cabola para fazer um ensopado? Não tinha! Ai a mulher que ofereceu a batata vê um quadro de uma balsa, começa a chorar e fala que uns três dias atrás perdeu as esperanças de conseguir reconhecimento e trabalho como artista e decidiu pular de uma balsa, um cara salva ela, mas ela não passou nome nem nenhuma outra forma de contato, mas o cara disse que ia atrás dela. Adivinha quem aparece DO NADA no apartamento com uma cebola na mão??? O dito cujo. Foi a parte mais previsível e entediante da história, porque eu tava achando legalzinho e até que engraçado, mas quando ele aparece, perdeu toda a credibilidade comigo. Não gosto de histórias aleatórias assim em que duas pessoas parecem destinadas a se encontrar em momentos improváveis - e bota improvável nisso. Enfim, é curto e levezinho, mas não traz nada de novo. Bem água com sal.
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