First harvests : $b An episode in the life of Mrs. Levison Gower : A satire without a moralStimson, Frederic Jesup
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First harvests : $b An episode in the life of Mrs. Levison Gower : A satire without a moral
Stimson, Frederic Jesup
American fiction -- 19th century
Charlie began rapidly to calculate. Tamms must have now over ten
thousand Starbuck Oil, upon which he had made at least thirty dollars a
share; and he had finally got the control besides. He had sold much of
their Allegheny Central at nearly the highest prices, averaging 90 or
so, making perhaps $200,000 here. Add to this the $100,000 or more they
had made originally upon the Terminal bonds, upon which the firm’s
endorsement was now unnecessary, and----
“The Governor is a devilish clever fellow,” concluded Charlie. And as
he thought of that drive with Mamie, he feared that he himself had been
too precipitate.
CHAPTER XXIV.
MAMIE GOES TO THE SHOW.
Gracie had looked forward with a yearning she would not even to herself
allow to the summer and her coming to her father’s home once more.
There are times when rocks and woods and fields and streams speak to us
with sympathy no human being seems to have; why is it, I wonder? When
nature was an enemy and men were savages, they seemed unconscious of
her and thought only of each other; now that men have all learned human
sympathy, and altruism is the cry, some, and those perhaps the gentlest
and the noblest of us all, must fly to nature for a refuge yet. But
perhaps we have not yet learned human sympathy; or perhaps it is the
divine that we should have instead. Perhaps our sympathy is too often
one of common objects or of common lusts. Perhaps each one seeks his
glory, rather that he may dazzle others with it than lend his light to
them.
But Gracie was not complex, nor analytic; it is only the diseased who
so apply the scalpel. If she ever was unhappy, she thought it willed
from Heaven; or sought the cause in herself and not in other things.
And at all events, she was not unhappy now, save as some lily may be
sad for loneliness. Yet who would wish no lilies grew but such as serve
in balls or churches? Some will tell you that all lilies are forced;
not natural even there. But others of us may believe in lilies still.
And Mamie too had some of Gracie’s happiness; some sense of things she
had not felt before. They walked, and rode, and read together; and if
Gracie dreamed, Mamie would think, more practically. But Mamie, too,
had learned to love her cousin; still, perhaps, with some slight shade
of patronage. Thus they had been together, until that day when Townley
called and brought with him to Mamie the envied savor of the world
again. She returned from her drive, full of triumph, to Gracie; and
then Gracie had been forced into the thankless attitude of a duenna.
Gracie could not have told why she did not quite like Charlie Townley;
and Mamie had begun to pout once more. And Mamie had looked for Charlie
the next day; but he did not come, nor yet the next day; and Mamie had
blamed Gracie with being rude to him.
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