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SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY A Poor Rule 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 A Poor Rule I have always maintained and asserted ime to time that woman is no mystery that man can foretell construe subdue comprehend and interpret her. That she is a mystery has been foisted by herself upon credulous mankind. Whether I am right or wrong we shall see. As Harper s Drawer used to say in bygone years The following good story is told of Miss -- Mr. -- Mr. --and Mr. --. We shall have to omit Bishop X and the Rev. -- for they do not belong. In those days Paloma was a new town on the line of the Southern Pacific. A reporter would have called it a mushroom town but it was not. Paloma was first and last of the toadstool variety. The train stopped there at noon for the engine to drink and for the passengers both to drink and to dine. There was a new yellow-pine hotel also a wool warehouse and perhaps three dozen box residences. The rest was composed of tents cow ponies black-waxy mud and mesquite-trees all bound round by a horizon. Paloma was an about-to- be city. The houses represented faith the tents hope the twice-a- day train by which you might leave creditably sustained the role of charity. The Parisian Restaurant occupied the muddiest spot in the town while it rained and the warmest when it shone. It was operated owned and perpetrated by a citizen known as Old Man Hinkle who had come out of Indiana to make his fortune in this land of condensed milk and sorghum. There was a four-room unpainted weather-boarded box house in which the family lived. From the kitchen extended a shelter made of poles covered with chaparral brush. Under this was a table and two benches each twenty feet long the product of Paloma home carpentry. Here was set forth the roast mutton the stewed apples boiled beans soda- biscuits puddinorpie and hot coffee of the Parisian menu. Ma Hinkle and a subordinate known to the ears as Betty but denied to the eyesight presided at the range. Pa Hinkle himself with salamandrous thumbs served the scalding viands. During
