Bellona Times
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first heard Aug 2026
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i know that in writing the following pages i am divulging the great secret of my life the secret which for some years i have guarded far more carefully than any of my earthly possessions
and it is a curious study to me to analyze the motives which prompt me to do it i feel that i am led by the same impulse which forces the unfound-out criminal to take somebody into his confidence although he knows that the act is liable even almost certain to lead to his undoing
i know that i am playing with fire and i feel the thrill which accompanies that most fascinating pastime and back of it all i think i find a sort of savage and diabolical desire to gather up all the little tragedies of my life and turn them into a practical joke on society
And two, I suffer a vague feeling of unsatisfaction, of regret, of almost remorse from which I am seeking relief, and of which I shall speak in the last paragraph of this account.
i was born in a little town of georgia a few years after the close of the civil war i shall not mention the name of the town because there are people still living there who could be connected with this narrative i have only a faint recollection of the place of my birth at times i can close my eyes and call up in a dreamlike way things that seem to have happened ages ago in some other world i can see in this half vision a little house
I am quite sure it was not a large one.
I can remember that flowers grew in the front yard, and that around each bed of flowers was a hedge of very colored glass bottles stuck in the ground neck down.
I remember that once, while playing around in the sand, I became curious to know whether or not the bottles grew as the flowers did, and I proceeded to dig them up to find out.
The investigation brought me a terrific spanking, which indelibly fixed the incident in my mind.
I can remember, too.
that behind the house was a shed, under which stood two or three wooden wash-tubs.
These tubs were the earliest aversion of my life, for regularly on certain evenings I was plunged into one of them and scrubbed until my skin ached.
I can remember to this day the pain caused by the strong rank soap getting into my eyes.
Back from the house, a vegetable garden ran, perhaps seventy-five or one hundred feet, but to my childish fancy it was an endless territory.
I could still recall the thrill of joy, excitement, and wonder it gave me to go on an exploring expedition through it, to find the blackberries, both ripe and green,
that grew along the edge of the fence i remember with what pleasure i used to arrive at and stand before a little enclosure in which stood a patient cow chewing her cud how i would occasionally offer her through the bars a piece of my bread and molasses and how i would jerk back my hand in half fright if she made any motion to accept my offer
I have a dim recollection of several people who moved in and about this little house, but I have a distinct mental image of only two.
One, my mother, and the other, a tall man with a small dark mustache.
i remember that his shoes or boots were always shiny and that he wore a gold chain and a great gold watch with which he was always willing to let me play my admiration was almost equally divided between the watch and chain and the shoes
he used to come to the house evenings perhaps two or three times a week and it became my appointed duty whenever he came to bring him a pair of slippers and to put the shiny shoes in a particular corner he often gave me in return for this service a bright coin which my mother taught me to promptly drop into a little tin bank
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