From 77d72cd5712b4e928991eb17c93d714cbea69d6b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Aundrea Maclurcan Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2025 12:55:33 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] Add 'Short Stories (Bellew)/Hen and Chicken' --- Short-Stories-%28Bellew%29%2FHen-and-Chicken.md | 1 + 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+) create mode 100644 Short-Stories-%28Bellew%29%2FHen-and-Chicken.md diff --git a/Short-Stories-%28Bellew%29%2FHen-and-Chicken.md b/Short-Stories-%28Bellew%29%2FHen-and-Chicken.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..478be4e --- /dev/null +++ b/Short-Stories-%28Bellew%29%2FHen-and-Chicken.md @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +
They were very hard up, for times were bad in the theatre world, and nobody seemed to want either one or the other. But no one knew it except themselves. They used to look helplessly into each other's eyes every morning, when he would come up from his dingy little home to where she lived, to see if, Micawber-like, anything had turned up. And another hopeless day would drag along. So it went for months. They had been pals for [years-players](https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/years-players) together all over the world-won together-rejoiced together suffered together-and he had [watched](https://www.flickr.com/search/?q=watched) over her just like an old hen over her one chicken. So she called him "Hen-mother," then "Hen" for short. And now things looked very blue. In early life he had been at sea, but drifted away into the Australian bush, while his ship lay at Sandridge Pier and a new rush broke out. The rush was way up north on the Palmer \ No newline at end of file