SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY The Red Roses Of Tonia 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 Red Roses Of Tonia A trestle burned down on the International Railroad. The south- bound from San Antonio was cut off for the next forty-eight hours. On that train was Tonia Weaver s Easter hat. Espirition the Mexican who had been sent forty miles in a buckboard from the Espinosa Ranch to fetch it returned with a shrugging shoulder and hands empty except for a cigarette. At the small station Nopal he had learned of the delayed train and having no commands to wait turned his ponies toward the ranch again. Now if one supposes that Easter the Goddess of Spring cares any more for the after-church parade on Fifth Avenue than she does for her loyal outfit of subjects that assemble at the meeting-house at Cactus Tex. a mistake has been made. The wives and daughters of the ranchmen of the Frio country put forth Easter blossoms of new hats and gowns as faithfully as is done anywhere and the Southwest is for one day a mingling of prickly pear Paris and paradise. And now it was Good Friday and Tonia Weaver s Easter hat blushed unseen in the desert air of an impotent express car beyond the burned trestle. On Saturday noon the Rogers girls from the Shoestring Ranch and Ella Reeves from the Anchor-O and Mrs. Bennet and Ida from Green Valley would convene at the Espinosa and pick up Tonia. With their Easter hats and frocks carefully wrapped and bundled against the dust the fair aggregation would then merrily jog the ten miles to Cactus where on the morrow they would array themselves subjugate man do homage to Easter and cause jealous agitation among the lilies of the field. Tonia sat on the steps of the Espinosa ranch house flicking gloomily with a quirt at a tuft of curly mesquite. She displayed a frown and a contumelious lip and endeavored to radiate an aura of disagreeableness and tragedy. I hate railroads she announced positively. And men. Men pretend to run them. Can you give any excuse why a trestle should burn Ida Bennet s hat is to be trimmed .
