SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY The Indian Summer Of Dry Valley Johnson Đây là một serries truyện ngắn anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng quen thuộc. Nhằm giúp các em và các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh | SHORT STORY BY O HENRY The Indian Summer Of Dry Valley Johnson Dry Valley Johnson shook the bottle. You have to shake the bottle before using for sulphur will not dissolve. Then Dry Valley saturated a small sponge with the liquid and rubbed it carefully into the roots of his hair. Besides sulphur there was sugar of lead in it and tincture of nux vomica and bay rum. Dry Valley found the recipe in a Sunday newspaper. You must next be told why a strong man came to fall a victim to a Beauty Hint. Dry Valley had been a sheepman. His real name was Hector but he had been rechristened after his range to distinguish him from Elm Creek Johnson who ran sheep further down the Frio. Many years of living face to face with sheep on their own terms wearied Dry Valley Johnson. So he sold his ranch for eighteen thousand dollars and moved to Santa Rosa to live a life of gentlemanly ease. Being a silent and melancholy person of thirty-five--or perhaps thirty-eight--he soon became that cursed and earth-cumbering thing--an elderlyish bachelor with a hobby. Some one gave him his first strawberry to eat and he was done for. Dry Valley bought a four-room cottage in the village and a library on strawberry culture. Behind the cottage was a garden of which he made a strawberry patch. In his old grey woolen shirt his brown duck trousers and high-heeled boots he sprawled all day on a canvas cot under a live-oak tree at his back door studying the history of the seductive scarlet berry. The school teacher Miss De Witt spoke of him as a fine presentable man for all his middle age. But the focus of Dry Valley s eyes embraced no women. They were merely beings who flew skirts as a signal for him to lift awkwardly his heavy round-crowned broad-brimmed felt Stetson whenever he met them and then hurry past to get back to his beloved berries. And all this recitative by the chorus is only to bring us to the point where you may be told why Dry Valley shook up the insoluble sulphur in the bottle. So .
