General stores -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"I wish I knew a lot of pleasant things to tell, but I know little
of him except what I heard when I was a boy. Father, in whom
family affection was very strong, loved him dearly, yet used to be
greatly provoked by him at times; for uncle's only thought was of
money--perhaps because he had nothing else to think of, and he wrote
advice persistently, with the manner of an elder brother--a man whose
advice should be taken as a command. When I started East I stopped
off and tramped three miles across country to call on him, for the
letter he wrote us when father died was a masterpiece of affection and
appreciation. I had never seen him, and I'm ashamed to say, after what
has just occurred, that after our first interview I had no desire to
see him again. His greeting was fervent only in curiosity; he studied
my face as if I were a possible customer who might not be entirely
trustworthy. Then he made haste to tell me, with many details, that he
was the principal merchant and business man in the county, where he
had started thirty years before, with no capital but his muscles and
wits. He intimated that if I cared to remain with him a few months on
trial, and succeeded in impressing him favorably, I might in time earn
an interest in his business; but I thought I had seen enough of country
stores and country ways to last me for life; so I made the excuse
that as my parents were dead and my sisters married, I felt justified
in going to New York to continue my studies. When he asked me what I
was studying, I was obliged to reply, 'Literature and art,' at which
statement he sneered--I may say truthfully that he snorted--and at once
became cooler than before; so I improved my first opportunity, between
customers' visits, to say that it was time for me to be starting back
to the railway station. In justice to myself, however, as well as
to him, I could not start without telling him how greatly his letter
about my father had affected me. For a moment he was silent: he looked
thoughtful, and as tender, I suppose, as a burly, hard-natured man
could look; then he said:--
"'Your father was one of the very elect, but--'
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