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The Story of the Gadsby
by Rudyard Kipling

Preface
Poor Dear Mamma The World Without The Tents of Kedar With Any
Amazement The Garden of Eden Fatima The Valley of the Shadow The
Swelling of Jordan

Preface
To THE ADDRESS OF
CAPTAIN J. MAFFLIN,
Duke of Derry's (Pink) Hussars.
DEAR MAFFLIN,-You will remember that I wrote this story as an
Awful Warning. None the less you have seen fit to disregard it and
have followed Gadsby's example--as I betted you would. I

acknowledge that you paid the money at once, but you have prejudiced
the mind of Mrs. Mafflin against myself, for though I am almost the
only respectable friend of your bachelor days, she has been darwaza
band to me throughout the season. Further, she caused you to invite me
to dinner at the Club, where you called me "a wild ass of the desert,"
and went home at half-past ten, after discoursing for twenty minutes on
the responsibilities of housekeeping. You now drive a mail-phaeton and
sit under a Church of England clergyman. I am not angry, Jack. It is
your kismet, as it was Gaddy's, and his kismet who can avoid? Do not
think that I am moved by a spirit of revenge as I write, thus publicly,
that you and you alone are responsible for this book. In other and more
expansive days, when you could look at a magnum without flushing
and at a cheroot without turning white, you supplied me with most of
the material. Take it back again-would that I could have preserved your
fatherless speech in the telling-take it back, and by your slippered
hearth read it to the late Miss Deercourt. She will not be any the more
willing to receive my cards, but she will admire you immensely, and
you, I feel sure, will love me. You may even invite me to another very
bad dinner-at the Club, which, as you and your wife know, is a safe
neutral ground for the entertainment of wild asses. Then, my very dear
hypocrite, we shall be quits.
Yours always,
RUDYARD KIPLING.
P. S.-On second thoughts I should recommend you to keep the book
away from Mrs. Mafflin.

POOR DEAR MAMMA
The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold,
And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of
old. Gypsy Song.
SCENE. - Interior of Miss MINNIE