Monday 11/2 Unit 1 Test Review

Read the following passage and answer the multiple choice questions. 

Hearts and Hands

by O. Henry 

1 At Denver there was an influx of passengers into the

coaches on the eastbound B. & M. express. In one coach

there sat a very pretty young woman dressed in elegant

taste and surrounded by all the luxurious comforts of

an experienced traveler. Among the newcomers were

two young men, one of handsome presence with a bold,

frank countenance and manner; the other a ruffled,

glum-faced person, heavily built and roughly dressed.

The two were handcuffed together.

2 As they passed down the aisle of the coach the only

vacant seat offered was a reversed one facing the

attractive young woman. Here the linked couple seated

themselves. The young woman's glance fell upon them

with a distant, swift disinterest; then with a lovely smile

brightening her countenance and a tender pink

tingeing her rounded cheeks, she held out a little gray-gloved

hand. When she spoke her voice, full, sweet, and

deliberate, proclaimed that its owner was accustomed to

speak and be heard.

3 "Well, Mr. Easton, if you will make me speak first, I

suppose I must. Don't you ever recognize old friends

when you meet them in the West?"

4 The younger man roused himself sharply at the

sound of her voice, seemed to struggle with a slight

embarrassment which he threw off instantly, and then

clasped her fingers with his left hand.

5 "It's Miss Fairchild," he said, with a smile. "I'll ask you to

excuse the other hand; "it's otherwise engaged just at

present."

6 He slightly raised his right hand; bound at the wrist by

the shining "bracelet" to the left one of his

companion. The glad look in the girl's eyes slowly

changed to a bewildered horror. The glow faded from

her cheeks. Her lips parted in a vague, relaxing distress.

Easton, with a little laugh, as if amused, was about to

speak again when the other forestalled him. The glum-

faced man had been watching the girl's countenance with

veiled glances from his keen, shrewd eyes.

7 "You'll excuse me for speaking, miss, but, I see you're

acquainted with the marshal here. If you'll ask him

to speak a word for me when we get to the pen he'll

do it, and it'll make things easier for me there. He's

taking me to Leavenworth prison. It's seven years for

counterfeiting."

8 "Oh!" said the girl, with a deep breath and returning

color. "So that is what you are doing out here? A

marshal!"

9 "My dear Miss Fairchild," said Easton, calmly, "I had to

do something. Money has a way of taking wings unto

itself, and you know it takes money to keep step with

our crowd in Washington. I saw this opening in the West,

and-well, a marshalship isn't quite as high a position as

that of ambassador, but..."

10 "The ambassador," said the girl, warmly, "doesn't call any

more. He needn't ever have done so. You ought to know

that. And so now you are one of these dashing Western

heroes, and you ride and shoot and go into all kinds of

dangers. That's different from the Washington life. You

have been missed from the old crowd."

11 The girl's eyes, fascinated, went back, widening a little,

to rest upon the glittering handcuffs.

12 "Don't you worry about them, miss," said the other man.

"All marshals handcuff themselves to their prisoners

to keep them from getting away. Mr. Easton knows his

business."

13 "Will we see you again soon in Washington?" asked the

girl.

14 "Not soon, I think," said Easton. "My butterfly days are

over, I fear.''

15 "I love the west," said the girl irrelevantly. Her eyes were

shining softly. She looked away out the car window. She

began to speak truly and simply without the gloss of

style and manner: "Mamma and I spent the summer in

Denver. She went home a week ago because father was

slightly ilI_could_live and be happy in the West. I think

the air here agrees with me. Money isn't everything.

But people always misunderstand things and remain

Stupid—"

16 “Say, Mr. Marshal," growled the glum-faced man. ''This I

isn't quite fair. I'm needing something to drink. Haven't

you talked long enough? Take me to the dining car now,

won't you? I'm half dead for a soda."

17 The bound travelers rose to their feet, Easton with the

same slow smile on his face.

18 "I can't deny such a petition," he said, lightly. "It's the

one friend of the unfortunate. Good-bye, Miss Fairchild.

Duty calls, you know." He held out his hand for a ·

farewell.

19 "It's too bad you are not going East," she said, reclothing

herself with manner and style. "But you must go on to

Leavenworth, I suppose?"

20 "Yes," said Easton, "I must go on to Leavenworth."

21 The two men sidled down the aisle into the dining car.

22 The two passengers in a seat near by had heard ·most of

the conversation. Said one of them: "That marshal's a

good sort of chap. Some of these Western fellows are all

right."

23 "Pretty young to hold an office like that, isn't he?" asked

the other.

24 "Young!" exclaimed the first speaker, "Why-Oh! Didn't

you catch on? Say-did you ever know an officer to

handcuff a prisoner to his right hand?"