After reading the short story “After Twenty Years” by O. Henry, rewrite the story from Jimmy, the police officer’s point of view. In the original story, we don’t know much about the feelings and internal thoughts of Jimmy. In your rewrite, tell the reader how Jimmy feels when he realizes who Bob is. What is going on in his head? What is he thinking? How is he feeling? Remember to keep some things that wouldn’t change from the original story, like the dialogue, the same. in a essay format
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THE COP MOVED ALONG THE STREET, LOOKING
strong and important. This was the way he always moved. He was not
thinking of how he looked. There were few people on the street to see
him. It was only about ten at night, but it was cold. And there was a
wind with a little rain in it.
He stopped at doors as he walked along, trying each door to be sure
that it was closed for the night. Now and then he turned and looked
up and down the street. He was a fine-looking cop, watchful, guarding
the peace.
People in this part of the city went home early. Now and then you
might see the lights of a shop or of a small restaurant. But most of the
doors belonged to business places that had been closed hours ago.
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Then the cop suddenly slowed his walk. Near the door of a dark�ened shop a man was standing. As the cop walked toward him, the
man spoke quickly.
“It’s all right, officer,” he said. “I’m waiting for a friend. Twenty
years ago we agreed to meet here tonight. It sounds strange to you,
doesn’t it? I’ll explain if you want to be sure that everything’s all right.
About twenty years ago there was a restaurant where this shop stands.
‘Big Joe’ Brady’s restaurant.”
“It was here until five years ago,” said the cop.
The man near the door had a colorless square face with bright
eyes, and a little white mark near his right eye. He had a large jewel in
his necktie.
“Twenty years ago tonight,” said the man, “I had dinner here with
Jimmy Wells. He was my best friend and the best fellow in the world.
He and I grew up together here in New York, like two brothers. I was
eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the
West. I was going to find a job and make a great success. You couldn’t
have pulled Jimmy out of New York. He thought it was the only place
on earth.
“We agreed that night that we would meet here again in twenty
years. We thought that in twenty years we would know what kind of
men we were, and what future waited for us.”
“It sounds interesting,” said the cop. “A long time between meet�ings, it seems to me. Have you heard from your friend since you went
West?”
“Yes, for a time we did write to each other,” said the man. “But
after a year or two, we stopped. The West is big. I moved around every�where, and I moved quickly. But I know that Jimmy will meet me here
if he can. He was as true as any man in the world. He’ll never forget.
I came a thousand miles to stand here tonight. But I’ll be glad about
that, if my old friend comes too.”
The waiting man took out a fine watch, covered with small jewels.
“Three minutes before ten,” he said. “It was ten that night when
we said goodbye here at the restaurant door.”
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“You were successful in the West, weren’t you?” asked the cop.
“I surely was! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a slow
mover. I’ve had to fight for my success. In New York a man doesn’t
change much. In the West you learn how to fight for what you get.”
The cop took a step or two.
“I’ll go on my way,” he said. “I hope your friend comes all right.
If he isn’t here at ten, are you going to leave?”
“I am not!” said the other. “I’ll wait half an hour, at least. If Jimmy
is alive on earth, he’ll be here by that time. Good night, officer.”
“Good night,” said the cop, and walked away, trying doors as he
went.
There was now a cold rain falling and the wind was stronger. The
few people walking along that street were hurrying, trying to keep
warm. And at the door of the shop stood the man who had come a
thousand miles to meet a friend. Such a meeting could not be certain.
But he waited.
About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a long
coat came hurrying across the street. He went directly to the waiting
man.
“Is that you, Bob?” he asked, doubtfully.
“Is that you, Jimmy Wells?” cried the man at the door.
The new man took the other man’s hands in his. “It’s Bob! It sure�ly is. I was certain I would find you here if you were still alive. Twenty
years is a long time. The old restaurant is gone, Bob. I wish it were here,
so that we could have another dinner in it. Has the West been good to
you?”
“It gave me everything I asked for. You’ve changed, Jimmy. I never
thought you were so tall.”
“Oh, I grew a little after I was twenty.”
“Are you doing well in New York, Jimmy?”
“Well enough. I work for the city. Come on, Bob, We’ll go to a
place I know, and have a good long talk about old times.”
The two men started along the street, arm in arm. The man from
the West was beginning to tell the story of his life. The other, with his
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coat up to his ears, listened with interest.
At the corner stood a shop bright with electric lights. When they
came near, each turned to look at the other’s face.
The man from the West stopped suddenly and pulled his arm away.
“You’re not Jimmy Wells,” he said. “Twenty years is a long time,
but not long enough to change the shape of a man’s nose.”
“It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one,” said the tall
man. “You’ve been under arrest for ten minutes, Bob. Chicago cops
thought you might be coming to New York. They told us to watch for
you. Are you coming with me quietly? That’s wise. But first here is
something I was asked to give you. You may read it here at the window.
It’s from a cop named Wells.”
The man from the West opened the little piece of paper. His hand
began to shake a little as he read.
“Bob: I was at the place on time. I saw the face of the man want�ed by Chicago cops. I didn’t want to arrest you myself. So I went
and got another cop and sent him to do the job.
The cop, Jimmy, moved along the street, his movements strong and important. He was not thinking about how he looked, but rather focusing on ensuring that the doors were closed for the night. The night was cold, with a wind carrying a hint of rain.
As Jimmy checked each door, his thoughts were occupied by the few people on the street. It was a quiet night, with most business places closed hours ago. But then, something caught Jimmy's attention. Near the door of a darkened shop stood a man, and as Jimmy walked closer, the man spoke quickly, explaining that he was waiting for a friend after twenty years.
The man shared a story of a promise made with his friend, Jimmy Wells, twenty years ago at a restaurant that used to stand where the shop was now located. His voice was filled with nostalgia and hope, and Jimmy couldn't help but feel a pang of recognition. Could this man really be the long-lost friend, Bob?
As the man continued to talk about their past, Jimmy's mind raced. Could it be true? Could this man really be his old friend, Bob, whom he had not seen or heard from in years? The emotions swirled within Jimmy as he tried to maintain his composure.
When Bob mentioned that he had come a thousand miles just to meet his friend, Jimmy's heart softened. The dedication and loyalty of a friendship that spanned decades touched something deep within him.
After their initial exchange, the man waited for Jimmy Wells to arrive. Twenty minutes passed, and just as the rain grew heavier and the wind stronger, a tall man in a long coat rushed across the street. It was the moment of truth.
As Bob and the tall man embraced, Jimmy's heart swelled with a mix of emotions. The reunion of two old friends after twenty years was a poignant moment. But as the conversation between Bob and the tall man continued, Jimmy's suspicions grew.
When Bob finally realized that the tall man was not Jimmy Wells but an impostor, Jimmy's face remained stoic. He had been watching and waiting, knowing that the man wanted by the Chicago cops was standing right in front of him.
The moment of truth had arrived. Jimmy calmly informed Bob that he was under arrest and handed him a note from the real Jimmy Wells, who had spotted Bob and sent another cop to apprehend him.
As Bob read the note, Jimmy couldn't help but feel a sense of closure. The reunion of old friends had turned into a moment of justice served. And as they walked away, arm in arm, Jimmy couldn't help but hope that the memory of their friendship would endure, even if their paths had taken different turns in life.