Boston Neighbours In Town and OutPoor, Agnes Blake
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Boston Neighbours In Town and Out
Poor, Agnes Blake
Boston (Mass.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories
By the way in which my moral qualities were always selected for praise,
it will be divined that but little could be said for my intellectual.
Had I been a few steps lower on the social ladder, something might have
been said against them. It was only by infinite pains on my own part and
that of the highly salaried tutor who coached me, that I was ever
squeezed through Harvard University. I did squeeze through, and with an
unblemished moral record; my Aunt Clara, the pious one of the family,
said it might have been worse, and my mother, to whom my commencement
day was a blessed release from four years of perpetual worry, said she
was highly gratified at the way in which dear Roger had withstood the
temptations of college life. For this I deserved no credit. The
temptations of which she thought were none to me. Where would have been
the excitement of gambling, when I had nothing to lose? and one brought
up from infancy in an atmosphere of fastidious refinement the baser
female attractions repelled at once, before they had the chance of
charming. I hated tobacco, and liquor of all kinds made me deadly sick.
A more subtle snare was set for me.
Time slipped away for the first few years after I left college. We all
went to Europe and returned. I pottered a little about my place, and
discharged social duties, and such few local political ones as a
position like mine entails even in America. I did not know why I did not
do more, or what more to do. I did not think I was stupid exactly; it
seemed to me that I could do something, if I only knew what. Perhaps I
was slow--I certainly was in thought; but sometimes I startled myself by
hasty action before I thought at all, which gave me a dim consciousness
of the presence of my "genius." My mother's expectations had just begun
to take an apologetic turn, when my Aunt Frances, the clever one of the
family, put forward a bright idea. She said that it was all very well
for a young man who had his own way to make in the world to wait awhile;
a man with my opportunities could never be in a satisfactory position to
employ them until he was married. While I remained single there must
always be speculations, expectations, and reports. Once let me be
married, and all these worries, troublesome and distracting at present,
would receive their proper quietus. The sisters all applauded her
penetration, and all said with one voice that if Roger were to marry, he
could not do better than--but I anticipate again.
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