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
Gower first knew her brother in Eighteenth Street, where they used to
play games together Saturday afternoons. Si was physically stronger
than young Gower, and, from the first, inspired him with respect.
Gower had not at this time learned his own advantages, and Starbuck
used to treat him quite cavalierly. This rough patronage produced a
respectful affection which years could not efface; and when they next
were thrown together, owing to a similarity of tastes in roads and
equipages, Si was still fortunate enough to remain the passive member
in the friendship. This intimacy was further cemented in ways before
indicated; and very soon, Gower, finding Starbuck a pleasant companion
at wine-suppers and popular at public balls, bethought himself of
bringing him home to dinner and introducing him to his sisters. Si was
too stolid to show embarrassment, and his physical presence carried
him through anything. The Misses Gower rather liked him; here was a man
who was rich and manly, and yet made them feel their own superiority.
Even the great Killian van Kull, Gower’s popular and accomplished
cousin, took a fancy for Si. “Buck” Starbuck, as he dubbed him, began
to be popular. Here was a man who could gamble and fight, who was
ready for anything at night, and never ill-natured nor headachy the
day after. Both Kill van Kull and Si had health, animal spirits, and
a taste for dissipation; and little Lucie, as they were accustomed
to call Levison in the intimacy of the trio, soon became their very
admiring and submissive dependent. Thus Si had the luck to start in
life with two of the most valuable friends a young man could have
had; for Kill van Kull represented fashion and popularity, and Gower
position and wealth. So he passed his first five years after leaving
school, when he was supposed to be in business, and not wasting his
time and money in college. Old Starbuck would have winced, had he known
Si’s true courses, had he even known as much as Flossie did; but, after
all, young Starbuck was building better (in this world’s way) than even
his sister knew.
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