A Touch of Sun, and Other StoriesFoote, Mary Hallock
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A Touch of Sun, and Other Stories
Foote, Mary Hallock
United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
Possibly he was nicer four years ago. Men get terribly down at heel,
mentally, morally, and mannerly, poking off by themselves in these
out-of-the-way places. But she has been seeing people and steadily making
growth since she gave him her promise at eighteen. The promise itself has
helped to develop her. It must have been a knot of perpetual doubt and
self-questioning. No one need tell me that she really loves him; if she
did, if she had, she could not take his treatment of her like this. Perhaps
the family circumstances constrained her. They may have thought Harshaw
had a fortune in the future of his ranch, with its river boundary of
placer-mines. English girls are obedient, and English mammas are practical,
we read.
She is practical, and she is beginning to look her situation in the face.
"I shall want you to help me find some way to return that money," she said
to me later, with an angry blush--"that money which Cecil Harshaw kindly
advanced me for my journey. I shall hate every moment of my life till that
debt is paid. But for the insult I never can repay him, never!
"We are a large family at home--four girls besides me, and three boys;
and boys are so expensive. I cannot ask mamma to help me; indeed, I was
hoping to help her. I should have gone for a governess if I had not been
duped into coming over here. Would there be any one in this town, do
you think, who might want a governess for her children? I have a few
'accomplishments,' and though I've not been trained for a teacher, I am
used to children, and they like me, when I want them to."
I thought this a good idea for the future; it would take time to work it
up. But for the present an inspiration came to me,--on the strength of
something Tom had said,--that he wished I could draw or paint, because he
could make an artist useful on this trip, he condescended to say, if he
could lay his hand on one. All the photographs of the Springs, it seems,
have the disastrous effect of dwarfing their height and magnitude. There
is a lagoon and a weedy island directly beneath them, and in the camera
pictures taken from in front, the reeds and willows look gigantic in the
foreground, and the Springs--out of all proportion--insignificant. This
would be fatal to our schemers' claims as to the volume of water they are
supposed to furnish for an electrical power plant to supply the Silver City
mines, one hundred miles away. Hence the demand of Science for Art, with
her point of view.
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