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# Stories of Bengalee Life/A Pseudonym/Chapter 2

CHAPTER II
While the train slowed into Darjeeling Railway Station, I perceived Dr. Sen with his wife and daughter standing on the platform. At the sight of a Bengali maiden wearing shoes and stockings, and standing openly on a public platform, my gall rose. I have seen many Brahmo ladies in my time, and I even know one or two of them, so that these fashions are not altogether new to me. Nevertheless, to meet thus Satish's future wife and future mother-in-law was a fresh blow to me. I am much in favour of the education of women, but doing away with the zenana custom is a thing I cannot endure the thought of. I have just published an article in my paper on the subject, and was at that very moment framing in my brain ​fresh matter for future articles in a similar strain. Some very hard, sharp words were arranging themselves in my head, but in a short time they were all dispersed.
Alighting from the train, Satish presented me to his friends. Having never been introduced to ladies of that type, I knew not what was called for in the position, and, unable to say a word, I stood like a fool at the end of the platform near some shrubs.
Presently Nirmala approached me and said, with a smile—"Manmatha Babu, I read your paper regularly"—and seemed as if she would have said more, but did not. Nirmala's mother said—"When will the Puja number of The Light of Bengal appear, Manmatha Babu?"
"The Puja number is alreay, out"—I said.
Mrs. Sen looked at Nirmala, and asked—"Have you received it?"
"Not yet."
"Excuse me"—I said—"there has not been time for your copy to arrive yet. It was issued only yesterday, and we cannot despatch all the copies in one day.
Nirmala said—"Oh, my copy goes first to Dacca, and then is sent on here. Have you not a copy with you, Manmatha Babu?"
​My editor soul was delighted at Nirmala's interest in The Light of Bengal, and I answered quickly—"Oh yes, I have copies. I will send one to you to-morrow."
"Don't trouble about it, send it when quite convenient"—replied Nirmala.
Mrs. Sen said—"Manmatha Babu, we shall be glad to have you with us at tea to-morrow afternoon"—and with the usual polite farewells they departed.
I went towards the Sanatorium, thinking that such is the influence of education and habit that even a Bengali maiden can talk to a strange gentleman in a free and easy manner, without the least embarrassment. At night, resting my wearied body on my bed, I revolved many thoughts on social matters. What would be the ultimate result of these new manners and customs we were importing with education from Europe? But before my reflections travelled far I had fallen asleep.
# Stories of Bengalee Life/A Pseudonym/Chapter 3

CHAPTER III
As I drank my tea the next morning, I reviewed the events of the previous day. I could not regard this free mingling of the sexes except as a danger to social morality. So I resolved not to go to this tea. Why should I ​act against my own beliefs? I would send The Light of Bengal by a servant, or it might be Satish would be coming in, and I could send it by him. But Satish was such an ass that he did not come. I suppose he could not leave his Nirmala. I began to picture their courting in my mind, and felt highly entertained.
When I had finished lunch it struck me that it might be a breach of manners not to go to this tea. As I had accepted the invitation, I was bound to go. If it was opposed to my convictions, I ought to have declined at the time. I must go to-day, and be careful in the future not to accept any further invitations. So in the afternoon I prepared to go. I was rather careful about my toilet. I told myself that if it were a gathering of men only there would be no need of being particular, but in women's society a certain smartness was necessary.
I have often been at Darjeeling; all its streets were well known to me. I arrived at the house just ten minutes before four o'clock. The hour fixed was four. I thought—"These people hold by English ways. If I go in before the time they would probably think me a barbarian." So I walked about a little, and sent in my card precisely at four.
I was warmly welcomed by all. Nirmala looked very beautiful today. When I had seen ​her at the station, wearing an English cape and shoes, I did not like her appearance. Now I saw her in red velvet shoes of Indian make, an orange-coloured sari draped in the new fashion, her plentiful hair gathered into a knot, and adorned with a hill rose of a yellow colour. Nirmala looked very handsome indeed.
At first I did not see Satish and resolved, when I met him alone, to let off a few jokes about the worshipful red feet of his divinity. He soon after came in. When tea was over, and some time had been spent in conversation, we set out in company for a walk.
When I took my leave, Mrs. Sen said—"Manmatha Babu, if you will join us again at tea to-morrow, we can afterwards go out for a walk together."
It occurred to me that now was the time clearly to decline the invitation. Should I give the true reason for my objection thereto? Should I not take this opportunity to bring home to her the deep sociological truth underlying the idea? But again I thought—"What is it for an invitation? 'If you come.' Could that be called an invitation?"
Disturbed with this inward debate, I could not frame any answer, and on their part they were giving the farewell salute.
# Stories of Bengalee Life/A Pseudonym/Chapter 1

A PSEUDONYM
CHAPTER I
AFTER many struggles with the Press, I succeeded in getting out the holiday number of the Light of Bengal before the Durga Puja. I was giving instructions to the manager as to the despatch of the journal when Satish appeared in English costume, smoking a cigarette. He said, "Come to Darjeeling."
Satish was the friend of my boyhood. We studied in the same class, sat together, worked together. The Master used to call us Castor and Pollux.
Having matriculated, we came to the College at Calcutta; but from that time our lives began to diverge. Satish tried in every way to adopt the manners of Europeans; while I became devoted to my mother-tongue. Satish jeered at me for constantly reading and writing Bengali; while I lost no opportunity of having a fling at him for imitating Europeans. Later Satish went to England and returned a barrister, having completely adopted English ways.
We were no longer, as in boyhood, one soul and spirit. Satish had become changed. He no ​longer confided all his thoughts to me. Nevertheless we were excellent friends. He said—"Come to Darjeeling."
"When do you go?"—I asked.
"To-day."
"Goodness! Where is the time?"
Satish opened his watch, and holding his cigarette between his teeth, said—"It is only ten; the train goes at four. Six hours—360 minutes. Heaps and heaps of time."
"My good fellow"—I replied—"you have become a sahib. Can I, a black man, emulate your speedy way of doing things? By the time I have bathed and dined it will be twelve o'clock. Then some little rest—"
"Nonsense! I will not take your excuses."
"If you wanted to go to Darjeeling, why did you not tell me two days ago?"
"It was only this morning that I received the invitation from Dr. Sen."
"What!"—I exclaimed in astonishment—"Is Dr. Sen at Darjeeling with his family—and his daughter?"
"Certainly"—and he laughed a little.
That Dr. Sen's learned daughter Nirmala had captivated my friend was an open secret. I said—"How terrible! Must we wait till four o'clock? Is ​there no earlier train?" Satish, also sighing like an actor, said—"No." I sang—
"From her dear presence how can I stay, Counting the moments and hours away?"
Although I have never been in love with a woman myself, I am pretty familiar with the affair. To have suggested even a day's delay to Satish would have been like trying to preach the tiger into vegetarianism; so I resolved to go. Hastly collecting my things we set out by the four o'clock train.
# Stories of Bengalee Life/A Pseudonym/Chapter 4

CHAPTER IV
At ten o'clock next morning Satish came in. When I asked how he could tear himself away from Nirmala, he said—"She is so taken up with that wretched paper of yours, The Mirror of Bengal—or The Light of Bengal, whatever you call it, you gave her, that I came away in a rage."
I was delighted. Was Nirmala's love for literature so great? I thought if Nirmala wrote herself, I would not mind printing the article in The Light of Bengal, after necessary corrections.
Satish had much to relate about her. The happiness of these two young lovers renewed the youth in my mind also. Satish said—"Now I am going. I just looked in to see if the rooms suited you. We shall meet at tea time. You are coming, I hope?"
"At tea time? No; not to-day. Mrs. Sen did not invite me."
"Of course she did; I heard her."
"In what way? She only said, 'If you come."
"Exactly; that was an invitation. Must one present oneself at your door with the garment round one's neck, as invitations are prescribed in the Shastras? What an old fogey you are."
​"You don't say so! But I am hardly at liberty to come to-day. Would it be thought dreadfully impolite if I did not come? I am not very well acquainted with your English etiquette and that sort of rubbish."
Satish said, gravely—"It would be extremely impolite."
At this I felt very angry with myself. I ought to have said to Mrs. Sen—"I shall not be able to come to-morrow, as I shall be busy." Instead of that I had debated whether this invitation were or were not in proper form, hence this predicament.
Satish said, laughingly—"Oh, it is not so terribly impolite as all that; you need not be so troubled. If you apologise next time you meet, it will pass. But why should you not come? Do, there's a good fellow."
I was not anxious to give the true reason to Satish at that moment. "There is some important work"—I said.
"Important work can be done to-morrow. To-day you must come. At least, try to come." And he disappeared.
I said to myself—"You may say what you like; I won't go any more."
But as time went on I began to feel very lonely. Also, I was eager to discover what Nirmala ​thought of that number of The Light of Bengal, especially of that article of mine, "The Ideal Woman's Life." Had I not written it for the benefit of the new women of the class of Nirmala? I must know how that article had affected her views, so I decided to go.
# Stories of Bengalee Life/Glossary

GLOSSARY
Alwan, a woollen sheet used as a wrapper.
Amla, a ministerial officer.
Aswin, the sixth Hindu month, September-October.
Baburchi, a Mahomedan cook.
Bael, the wood-apple.
Benami, assumed name.
Bilati, foreign or English.
Bou Didi, the wife of an elder brother or cousin.
Budmash, a rogue, rascal.
Bundook, a gun.
Bygun, the fruit of the egg plant; the brinjal.
Chapkan, a long flowing coat.
Chota Hazri, the morning tea and toast.
Chowkidar, a police watchman.
Chudder, a sheet for draping the upper portion of the body.
Chuprassi, a peon or orderly.
Cowri, a shell representing the smallest money value.
Cutcherry, a court house or office.
Dai, a maid servant.
​Dak, post.
Dak Bungalow, a rest house for travellers.
Daroga, a Sub-Inspector of Police.
Deodar, a cedar tree.
Deshi, country made.
Dharmawatar, Incarnation of Justice.
Dhoti, a cloth for draping the lower part of the body.
Durbar, a levee held by a high official.
Durga, a Hindu goddess.
Durry, a cotton carpet.
Ejlash, a raised platform where a judicial officer sits.
Ek dum, all at once.
Ekka, a two wheeled bamboo cart, drawn by a pony.
Feringhi, a European.
Ghailla, a pitcher.
Gharibparwar, Supporter of the poor.
Ghat, a bathing or landing place on the bank of a river.
Ghee, clarified butter.
Ghurra, same as ghailla.
Goor, treacle.
Gowala, a dairyman.
Hajat, a lock up for undertrial prisoners.
Haram, forbidden, unclean.
Hookah, the pipe etc., in which tobacco is smoked.
Hukum, order.
Hulla, tumult.
Huzoor, Your Honor.
Jemadar, Head constable.
​Jhow, the tamarisk tree.
Kachowri, a kind of pastry filled with bruised pulse.
Kala admi, black man.
Kartal, small cymbals made of brass.
Khalassi, a station porter.
Khansama, a house steward.
Khas camera, private chamber.
Khitmadgar, a table servant.
Khodawand, master, lord.
Khoka, baby.
Kothi, house.
Kotwali, the chief police station in a towrn.
Krishna, a Hindu God, the tenth incarnation of Vishnu.
Kurta, a kind of tunic.
Lakh, a hundred thousands.
Lathi, a bambooo club.
Loochi, a soft thin flour cake fried in Ghee.
Lota, a small water pot made of brass or bell-metal.
Maidan, a plain.
Maro, shoot.
Mem Saheb, a European lady.
Modi, a grocer.
Mofussil, the country as distinguished from the town.
Mridang, a small drum.
Muktear, an attorney.
Narayan, an epithet of Vishnu.
​Pan, a betel leaf.
Poori, same as loochee.
Pucca, sure, settled, literally ripe.
Puggri, a turban.
Puja, worship.
Rajah, a tittle bestowed by Government to big Zemindars.
Sahib, a European.
Salaam, the Indian mode of salutation.
Samity, association.
Sannyasi, a mendicant.
Sari, a long piece of cloth worn by Hindu women.
Sawan, the fourth Hindu month, July-August.
Seer, a weight of one killogramme, just over 2lbs.
Shamla, a shawl-turban.
Shastra, the Hindu scriptures.
Sooji, semolina.
Soor, a hog.
Sradh, the funeral rites of Hindus.
Sudder, the district head quarters.
Thali, a flat plate of brass or bell metal.
Thana, a public station.
Toba, the Mussulman cry of abjuration.
Tonga, a light two wheeled cart to seat four.
Tulsi, sweet basil, the sacred plant of the Hindus.
Zemindar, a landed proprietor.
# Stories of Bengalee Life/A Pseudonym/Chapter 6

CHAPTER VI
On reaching home I read the story. I saw I had made a great mistake. It was no maiden ​effort, the composition was that of a practised writer. The diction was vigorous, but restrained. Again, it was not written by Nirmala. One has not been an editor so long for nothing. I was not even at a loss to name the writer. It was by Gouri Kanta Ray. I had never met him, but had heard that he lived out towards Dacca. I had read many of his writings. He was one of the best writers of the younger generation, yet there were many defects in his writing. These were due to his youth, and would be rectified by time.
The next day I gave a good report of it to Nirmala. In one or two places I pointed out faults, but accorded much praise. "Is the writer very young?"—I asked.
"Yes; a little older than I am."
"He is a great friend of yours, I think?"
"It is so."
I did not like this. Why should a "great friendship" exist between a young woman and a young man?
I asked—"Can we have one or two of his writings?"
"Why? Do you find them very tempting?"
"I confess I do."
"Well, I will look out one or two. But not this one."
"Have you many of his writings by you?"
​"Yes, I have many. Whenever he finishes a new one he sends it to me to read."
I thought—"This is not at all right. So great an intimacy!" Aloud I said—"You are, then, his principal reader?"
"At least, I am his first reader. I fancy no one admires his writings more than I do."
"May I not hear his name?"
Nirmala reflected a little, and then said—"Gouri Kanta Ray"—and as she spoke, her cheeks became crimson.
I felt sorry for Satish.
Then we began to discuss Gouri Kanta's published writings, and I said that we had received his newly-published novel "Nandarani" for review.
During several days after this I discussed Gouri Kanta's writings very freely with Nirmala. She simply worshipped him. An inexplicable feeling of hostility arose in my mind against this man.
# Stories of Bengalee Life/His Release

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# Stack-A-Lee

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Recorded in January of 1927 by the coal-miner Frank Hutchison, this variation of the traditional ballad "Stagger Lee" was eventually covered by Bob Dylan on his 1995 album World Gone Wrong. Copyrights not renewed.
Hawlin Alley, one dark and drizzly night. Billy Lyons and Stack A Lee had one terrible fight, All about, that John B. Stetson hat.
Stack A Lee walked to the barroom and called a glass of beer. He turned around to Billy Lyons, said "What are you doing here?" "Waiting for a train, please bring my mama home."
"Stack A Lee, O Stack A Lee, please don't take my life. I've got three little children and a weeping, loving wife." You're a bad man, bad man Stack A Lee
"God bless your children, I'll take care of your wife. You stole my John B. now I'm bound to take your life."
All about, that John B. Stetson hat
Stack A Lee turned to Billy Lyons and he shot him right through the head. Only taken one shot, to kill Billy Lyons dead. All about, that John B. Stetson hat
Sent for the doctor, well the doctor he did come. Just pointed out to Stack A Lee, said "Now what have you done?" You're a bad man, bad man Stack A Lee
Six big horses and a rubber tired hack, They taken him to the cemetery, they failed to bring him back. All about, that John B. Stetson hat
Hawlin Alley, I thought I heard the bulldogs bark. It musta been old Stack A Lee stumblin' in the dark. He's a bad man, gonna land him right back in jail
High police walked on to Stack A Lee, he was lying fast asleep. High police catched Stack A Lee, and he jumped forty feet. He's a bad man, gonna land him right back in jail
Got old Stack A Lee, laid him right back in jail. Couldn't get a man around to go Stack A Lee's bail. All about, that John B. Stetson hat
Stack A Lee said to the jailer, "Jailer I can't sleep." 'Round my bedside Billy Lyons began to creep." All about, that John B. Stetson hat
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# Stack v. Boyle

United States Supreme Court
342 U.S. 1
Stack v. Boyle
Argued on Motions for Bail and for Writs of Habeas Corpus Prior to Docketing of Petition for Certiorari Oct. 18, 1951.
Decided Nov. 5, 1951.
[Syllabus from pages 1-2 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Benjamin Margolis, A. L. Wirin, Los Angeles, Cal., for Stack et al.
Mr. Philip B. Perlman, Sol. Gen., Washington, D.C., for Boyle, Marshal.
Mr. Chief Justice VINSON delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Stadelman v. Miner

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United States Supreme Court
246 U.S. 544
Stadelman v. Miner
Argued: March 18, 1918. --- Decided: April 15, 1918
Mr. John M. Gearin, of Portland, Or., for plaintiffs in error.
Mr. Guy C. H. Corliss, of Portland, Or., for defendants in Error.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Stearns Company of Boston v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
291 U.S. 54
Stearns Company of Boston v. United States
Argued: Dec. 5, 6, 1933. --- Decided: Jan 8, 1934
[Syllabus from pages 54-56 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Howe P. Cochran, James S.Y. Ivins, and Frederick S. Winston, all of Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
The Attorney General and Mr. Erwin N. Griswold, of Washington, D.C., for the United States.
Mr. Justice CARDOZO delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Stearns v. The United States

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United States Supreme Court
71 U.S. 1
Stearns v. The United States

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# Stearns v. The United States/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
71 U.S. 1
Stearns v. The United States
THE fourteenth rule of this court declares that no certiorari for diminution of the record shall be awarded unless the motion be made at the first term of the entry of the cause, and 'unless upon special cause shown to the court accounting satisfactorily for the delay.'
The present case having been continued to the next term, Mr. Cushing asked leave, although more than one term had passed since the entry of the cause, to file a suggestion of diminution of the record. He stated that the counsel in the case in California had been unaware of the rule requiring such a suggestion and motion to be made at the first term; for which reason they had not sent on the papers at an earlier day; and he submitted the fact as a sufficient reason for granting the motion now, inasmuch as the cause having been already continued till the next term, the granting of it would not cause and delay in the hearing.
In support of this view, he cited Clark v. Hacket and Morgan v. Curtenius.
THE COURT granted leave, and ordered the certiorari.

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# Steamship Company v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
103 U.S. 721
Steamship Company v. United States
APPEALS from the Court of Claims.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
The Solicitor-General and Mr. Edwin B. Smith, Assistant Attorney-General, for the United States.
Mr. John F. Farnsworth, Mr. William E. Chandler, Mr. Philip Phillips, Mr. Roscoe Conkling, contra.
MR. JUSTICE MILLER delivered the opinion of the court.

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# St. Louis Railway Company v. Vickers/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
122 U.S. 360
St. Louis Railway Company v. Vickers
This judgment is affirmed on the authority of Vicksburg & M. R. Co. v. Putnam, 118 U.S. 545, 7 Sup. Ct. Rep. 1; Nudd v. Burrows, 91 U.S. 426, 441; Indianapolis, etc., R. Co. v. Horst, 93 U.S. 291, 299. A state constitution cannot, any more than a state statute, prohibit the judges of the courts of the United States from charging juries with regard to matter of fact.

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# St. Louis Railway Company v. United States (251 U.S. 198)

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United States Supreme Court
251 U.S. 198
St. Louis Railway Company v. United States
Argued: Nov. 12, 1919. --- Decided: , Jan 5, 1920
Mr. Benjamin Carter, of Washington, D. C., for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 199-201 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Frierson, for the United States.
Mr. Justice DAY delivered the opinion of the Court.

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