EBOOK THE SHOULDERS OF ATLAS ***
Produced by Jeff Kaylin and Andrew Sly
The Shoulders of Atlas
A Novel
By
Mary E. Wilkins Freeman
Author of
"By the Light of the Soul" "The Debtor"
"Jerome" "A New England Nun" etc.
New York and London
Harper & Brothers Publishers
MCMVIII
Copyright, 1908, by the New York Herald Co.
All rights reserved.
Published June, 1908.
Chapter I
Henry Whitman was walking home from the shop in the April afternoon.
The spring was very early that year. The meadows were quite green,
and in the damp hollows the green assumed a violet tinge--sometimes
from violets themselves, sometimes from the shadows. The trees
already showed shadows as of a multitude of bird wings; the
peach-trees stood aloof in rosy nimbuses, and the cherry-trees were
faintly a-flutter with white through an intense gloss of gold-green.
Henry realized all the glory of it, but it filled him with a renewal
of the sad and bitter resentment, which was his usual mood, instead
of joy. He was past middle-age. He worked in a shoe-shop. He had
worked in a shoe-shop since he was a young man. There was nothing
else in store for him until he was turned out because of old age.
Then the future looked like a lurid sunset of misery.
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