From One Generation to Another - Arnold Bennett - ebook
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Arnold Bennett, in full Enoch Arnold Bennett (born May 27, 1867, Hanley, Staffordshire, England, died March 27, 1931, London), British novelist, playwright, critic, and essayist whose major works form an important link between the English novel and the mainstream of European realism. This is a short humorous story.

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FROM ONE GENERATION TO ANOTHER

FROM ONE GENERATION TO ANOTHER

By

Arnold Bennett

 

First digital edition 2018 by Maria Ruggieri

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FROM ONE GENERATION TO ANOTHER

It is the greatest mistake in the world to imagine that, because the Five Towns is an industrial district devoted to the manufacture of cups and saucers, marbles, and door-knobs, therefore there is no luxury in it. A writer, not yet deceased, who spent two nights there, and wrote four hundred pages about it, has committed himself to the assertion that there are no private carriages in its streets, only perambulators and tram-cars. That writer’s reputation is ruined in the Five Towns. For the Five Towns, although continually complaining of bad times, is immensely wealthy, as well as immensely poor, a country of contrasts, indeed, and private carriages, if they do not abound, exist, at any rate, in sufficient numbers. Nay, more, automobiles of the most expensive French and English makes fly dashingly along its hilly roads and scatter in profusion the rich black mud thereof. On a Saturday afternoon, last spring, such an automobile stood outside the garden entrance of Bleakridge House, just half way between Hanbridge and Bursley. It belonged to young Harold Etches, of Etches, Limited, the great porcelain manufacturers. It was a twenty-horse-power car, and was worth over a thousand pounds as it stood there throbbing, and Harold was proud of it. He was also proud of his young wife, Maud, who, clad in several hundred pounds’ worth of furs, had taken her seat next to the steering-wheel, and was waiting for Harold to mount by her side. The united ages of this handsome and gay couple came to less than forty-five years. And they owned the motor-car, and Bleakridge House with its ten bedrooms, and another home at Llandudno, and a controlling interest in Etches, Limited, that brought them in seven or eight thousand a year. They were a pretty tidy example of what the Five Towns can do when it tries to be wealthy. At the moment that Harold was climbing into the car, a shabby old man who was walking down the road, followed by a boy carrying a carpet-bag, stopped suddenly and touched Harold on the shoulder.

“Bless us!” exclaimed the old man; and the boy and the carpet-bag halted behind him.

“What! Uncle Dan?” said Harold.