WILLIAM SYDNEY PORTER
- O. HENRY - 1862-1910 -
G'day folks,
Athol Estes Porter died from tuberculosis, then known as consumption, in 1897. The event is significant because her husband, William Sydney Porter, who had been on the run after being charged with embezzlement, was arrested when he returned to be at his wife’s deathbed.
Porter was sent to prison in Columbia, Ohio, for five years and while
there produced a body of written work that would help establish him as
one of the world’s great short story writers. He wrote them under the
pseudonym O. Henry.
He was born in North Carolina in 1862, the son of a medical doctor.
Tragically, his mother was to die from tuberculosis when Porter was just
three years old – the same disease which, 32 years later, would cause
the death of his wife.
When he was 17 he began work in an uncle’s drugstore, and qualified as a
pharmacist two years later. But poor health, specifically a persistent
cough, made him decide on a move to Texas where he stayed at a friend’s
sheep ranch, hoping that a change of air would help his cough.
An avid reader since childhood, Porter dived into classic literature
while staying at the ranch. He also worked as a baby-sitter, a shepherd
and a cook and learnt a smattering of German and Spanish from the
culturally diverse ranch-hands.
His career and his life took a significant turn when he moved to Austin,
Texas, in 1884. Porter liked to enjoy himself and became known among
Austin’s younger set for his wit, story-telling and musical talents. He
not only played guitar and mandolin, but sang in a church choir and
became a prominent member of a quartet of young men who sang at social
occasions.
One 17-year-old who was captivated by him was Athol Estes and the pair
began a romantic attachment, much to the displeasure of Athol’s mother
who wanted her daughter to concentrate on improving her health. She,
like Porter’s mother before, was suffering from tuberculosis.
As a result of the parental opposition, the pair eloped and were married
in 1887. Four years later Porter landed a job as a book-keeper and
teller at Austin’s First National Bank, but his career there was cut
short when he was accused of embezzlement. The police were not called
but he was fired.
If he had hoped that was the end of the matter his hopes were dashed two
years later when federal auditors checked the bank’s accounts and
discovered missing money. Porter was charged with embezzlement.
On the day before he was due to stand trial he fled, first to New
Orleans and then to Honduras. In his writing he described Honduras as a
“banana republic” – the first known use of the phrase. He was on the run
for a year until he heard that his wife was dying of the same disease
that had killed his mother. Porter returned to Austin to be at Athol’s
bedside.
He was arrested, found guilty at his trial of embezzling $854 from the
bank and sent to prison for five years. It was said that he needed the
money partly to pay his wife’s medical bills. She died five months after
his return to Austin.
While in prison Porter wrote many short stories including in 1899 "Whistling Dick's Christmas Stocking” – the first to bear the O. Henry pseudonym.
Released after three years for good behavior, he went to live in New
York, where his flow of stories began in earnest until, by his death, he
had produced more than 600. His stories were distinguished for their
witty approach, effects of coincidence on their characters and most
often for their surprise endings. His readers loved them.
The world’s other great short story writer, France’s Guy de Maupassant,
obviously penned thoughts that were of no appeal to Porter. He said: “I
have been called ‘the American De Maupassant.' Well, I never wrote a
filthy word in my life, and I don't like to be compared to a filthy
writer.”
William Porter had long been a heavy drinker, and he died in June 1910
of cirrhosis of the liver, complications of diabetes, and an enlarged
heart, aged just 47.
In 2012, political science professor P.S. Ruckman Jr. and Texas attorney
Scott Henson filed a formal application seeking a posthumous pardon for
the writer. Previous attempts had been made to obtain such a pardon
under Presidents Woodrow Wilson, Dwight Eisenhower and Ronald Reagan. It was never granted.
Cancy's comment: Mm ... an interesting life, but cut short. Hail all short story writers!
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