Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“Of course! His happening to be a Yankee puts him down at once. But
I can tell you what it is, Charley, there is one lesson you might
profitably learn from him, and that the most important in the world
for you. It is, to make something of the powers you have. That poor
little man has no possibilities, I suppose, beyond the attainment of
a certain degree of skill in making clothing, on the one hand, and
learning to play popular airs indifferently on a cracked little fiddle,
on the other. But with you, how different it is! Papa says you would
be an able lawyer, but for the trifling obstacle that you don’t know
any law. We all know how well you talk, on those rare occasions on
which you become really interested. And as to the other point, the
music--oh, Charley, what mightn’t your voice become, if you would avail
yourself of the means of cultivation within your reach? But no! Your
teacher told you that you must practise patiently and continuously to
procure its proper development, and this you would not do; it was too
troublesome!”
“Trouble apart,” said Somers, “the notion does not please me, and I
must say I wonder that you, who make such a point of manliness in a
man, should favor any one’s regularly preparing himself to be the sort
of drawing-room pet that one of your trained song-singers is certain to
become.”
“You _can_ say the most aggravating things!” said Margaret. “Is it
possible that you can consider it unmanly to cultivate such a gift as
that? But what’s the use of all this? You don’t care.”
“No, I don’t care much,” he answered slowly. “When a man has one
supreme, paramount care forever possessing him, and is constantly being
told that the object of his desires is beyond his reach, other things
don’t matter very much.”
At the sight of the weary discontent on his handsome face, her heart
softened, and as they stopped before the little cabin, which was their
destination, she said kindly:
“Come in and see Uncle Mose with me, won’t you?”
But the young man excused himself rather hurriedly, and delivering the
basket into her hands he said good-morning, and walked rapidly back
toward the town.
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