Young Blood — Story, Setting & Ideas

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Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William), 1866-1921 Project Gutenberg 2013 Not confirmed
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Reading time 394 min
Text sections 10

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E. W. Hornung's 1898 novel follows Harry Ringrose's return to England and his struggles with family secrets, financial schemes, and a fledgling writing career. The narrative shifts between pastoral homecoming and London's speculative ventures, with a voice that alternates between buoyant energy and wry observation.
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THE BREAKING OF THE NEWS 11

THE SIN OF THE FATHER 20

A MILLIONAIRE IN THE MAKING 85

THE CITY OF LONDON 95

BEGGAR AND CHOOSER 122

THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS 135

THE DAY OF BATTLE 150

IT NEVER RAINS BUT IT POURS 175

ASSAULT AND BATTERY 214

THE END OF THE BEGINNING 259

Transcriber's Note: Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note. Irregularities and inconsistencies in the text have been retained as printed. The cover of this ebook was created by the transcriber and is hereby placed in the public domain.

Harry Ringrose came of age on the happiest morning of his life. He was on dry land at last, and flying north at fifty miles an hour instead of at some insignificant and yet precarious number of knots. He would be at home to eat his birthday breakfast after all; and half the night he sat awake in a long ecstasy of grateful retrospect and delicious anticipation, as one by one the familiar stations were hailed and left behind, each an older friend than the last, and each a deadlier enemy to sleep. Worn out by excitement, however, he lay down for a minute between Crewe and Warrington, and knew no more until the guard came to him at the little junction across the Westmoreland border. Harry started up, the early sun in his sleepy eyes, and for an instant the first-class smoking-compartment was his state-room aboard the ship _Sobraon_, and the guard one of his good friends the officers. Then with a rush of exquisite joy the glorious truth came home to him, and he was up and out that instant--the happiest and the luckiest young rascal in the land.

It was the 19th of May, and a morning worthy the month and the occasion. The sun had risen in a flawless sky, and the dear old English birds were singing on all sides of the narrow platform, as Harry Ringrose stretched his spindle-legs upon it and saw his baggage out of the long lithe express and into the little clumsy local which was to carry him home. The youth was thin and tall, yet not ungainly, with a thatch of very black hair, but none upon his sun-burnt face. He was shabbily dressed, his boots were down at heel and toe, there were buttons missing from his old tweed coat, and he wore a celluloid collar with his flannel shirt. On the other hand, he was travelling first-class, and the literary supplies tucked under his arm had cost the extravagant fellow several shillings at Euston book-stall. Yet he had very little money in his pocket. He took it all out to count. It amounted to five shillings and sixpence exactly, of which he gave half-a-crown to the guard for waking him, and a shilling to a porter here at the junction, before continuing his journey in the little train. This left him a florin, and that florin was all the money he possessed in the world.

He was, however, the only child of a father who would give him as much as he wanted, and, what was rarer, of one with sufficient sense of humour to appreciate the prodigal's return without a penny in his pocket or a decent garment on his back. Whether his people would be equally pleased at being taken completely by surprise was not quite so certain. They might say he ought to have let them know what ship he was coming by, or at least have sent a telegram on landing. Yet all along he had undertaken to be home for his twenty-first birthday, and it would only have made them anxious to know that he had trusted himself to a sailing-vessel. Fifty days instead of twenty from the Cape! It had nearly cost him his word; but, now that it was over, the narrow margin made the joke all the greater; and Harry Ringrose loved a joke better than most things in the world.

The novel opens with a rush of sensory detail: Harry Ringrose, just turned twenty-one, hurtles north by train after a voyage from Australia. Hornung establishes a restless, almost breathless pace through short clauses and exclamatory phrases—'the happiest morning of his life,' 'the glorious truth came home to him'—that mirror the protagonist's own impatience. The prose lingers on the contrast between the 'long lithe express' and the 'little clumsy local,' a pattern of scale and disparity that recurs throughout the excerpts.

Yet the narrative voice is not uniformly eager. When Harry later walks through Richmond, the tone cools into measured observation, noting the 'High Street seemed a lonely place' after a parting. This modulation between exhilaration and anticlimax becomes a structural habit, as Hornung repeatedly builds momentum only to undercut it with a deflating detail or a shift in register.

The Rhythm of Return and Reversal

Hornung structures the opening around a series of arrivals that quickly sour or complicate. Harry's homecoming is framed as a triumph—'the happiest and the luckiest young rascal in the land'—but the chapter title 'The Old Home' and the subsequent 'Breaking of the News' signal that stability will be short-lived. The prose accelerates during travel sequences, with stations 'hailed and left behind' in a blur, then decelerates into domestic scenes where dialogue and introspection take over.

This pattern repeats in the London sections. A successful sale to Tommy Tiddler produces a moment of shared joy with Fanny Lowndes, but the conversation quickly pivots to her father's dubious Highland Crofters' Salmon and Trout Supply Association. The narrative voice shifts from celebratory to skeptical, especially in the dry enumeration of the company's name changes and patronage swaps. Hornung uses the rhythm of good news followed by qualification—'it was delightful… yet…'—to create a sense of precarious optimism.

The excerpts show that even minor victories are shadowed by practical worries. Harry's mother insists he apply for a poorly paid teaching post, and his own writing income is measured in half-sovereigns. The pace of the prose mirrors this seesaw: long, flowing sentences for hopeful moments, shorter, clipped ones for setbacks.

Voice and the Layering of Irony

Hornung's narrator maintains a detached, slightly ironic stance toward the characters' self-deceptions. When Harry reflects on his 'spindle-legs' or calls himself a 'young rascal,' the phrasing carries a knowing wink that distances the reader from full sympathy. The same ironic lens applies to the financial schemes: the Highland Crofters' Salmon and Trout Supply Association is described with a straight face, yet the accumulation of names—'the Earl of Banff,' 'the Hon. Pelham Tankervell'—and the 'sheaf of most interesting letters' from 'illustrious persons' invites skepticism without stating it outright.

This voice is most evident in the treatment of Fanny Lowndes. Her 'gorgeous parasol' is presented as a symbol of newfound prosperity, but the narrator notes it was bought with 'the lawyers' cheque'—a detail that undercuts the glamour. Similarly, Harry's literary ambitions are treated with a mixture of encouragement and deflation: his verses are 'accepted contributions,' but the magazine is called Tommy Tiddler, a name that suggests triviality. The narrator never condemns, but the choice of detail creates a quiet comedy of misplaced hopes.

The excerpts also reveal a habit of indirect characterization through objects. Harry's mother knits socks while discussing his career; the letters from noblemen are handled as physical props. These small, concrete items anchor the irony in the material world.

Changes in Pace: From Panorama to Close-Up

Hornung varies his narrative speed by alternating between panoramic description and tight focus. The opening chapter moves rapidly across geography—from ship to train to platform to local line—with the prose mimicking the velocity of travel. Once Harry reaches home, the pace slows to accommodate domestic details: the 'early sun in his sleepy eyes,' the 'dear old English birds.' This zooming effect recurs in London, where a broad view of the Underground or the High Street gives way to intimate exchanges in a flat.

The most striking shift occurs in the financial subplot. The narrator races through the history of the Crofter Fisheries—its name changes, patrons, and letters—in a single dense paragraph, then halts for a quiet exchange between Harry and Fanny. The speed of the business summary contrasts with the slower, more tentative dialogue: 'But you believe in it now?' 'More than I did—decidedly.' This juxtaposition suggests that the novel's emotional core lies in the pauses between schemes.

Another notable deceleration happens when Harry receives the teaching offer. The letter is described as 'one more thin envelope,' and the salary is 'thirty pounds.' The prose becomes almost staccato: 'Very little also was the salary offered. It was thirty pounds.' This abrupt contraction of pace signals a moment of decision, where the narrative weight shifts from external action to internal conflict.

Readers attentive to Hornung's narrative craft will notice how he uses speed as a tool of characterization: Harry's impatience is rendered through rapid transitions, while his mother's caution emerges in slower, more deliberate scenes. The excerpts suggest a novel that rewards attention to these shifts in tempo, as well as to the ironic distance between what characters say and what the narrator implies. The financial schemes and literary aspirations are best understood not as separate plots but as parallel arenas where the same pattern of hope and deflation plays out.

That rainy afternoon, I kept returning to Hornung’s Harry, his schemes unravelling while the English fields stayed stubbornly green. It made me think of other restless souls. Later, almost by accident, I found myself turning pages of Caleb Wright: A Story of the West — A Closer Reading, and the same quiet ache of displacement seemed to follow me there.

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