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
Arthur had, too, a strong desire to go and see Gracie, much as a
child wants to go to its mother’s lap and cry. But how much farther
off she seemed than if they had stayed at Great Barrington! It was
impossible, of course, for him to see her; she had insisted that there
should be no announced engagement between them. He doubted even if Mrs.
Livingstone knew of it. But how long it would be before they could be
married, before they could live in a house--in a house like that one
there, for instance! And Arthur waved his cane unconsciously at a house
on the corner of Thirty-second Street, in which, though ugly enough
outside, it seemed to him it might be reasonably possible for him to
maintain his own identity and their dignity of life. Then he remembered
that Townley had pointed it out to him the day before as Mrs. Levison
Gower’s house, and that he had been introduced to her at Lenox.
Probably she would not remember him now.
Going to the office, he sought that corner of a desk which was in the
future to be his station in the world. Townley arrived late, and gave
him a hasty nod; it was a busy day, and he had been up late in the
night at the first ball of the season. Arthur’s work that day consisted
in writing letters for the firm, following Mr. Tamms’s hastily
pencilled instructions; but the first letter he wrote of all was not
signed by the firm signature, and it bore the address “Miss Holyoke,
care of Mrs. Richard Livingstone, 6 W. ----th Street, City.” Such
letters as these it is that make the world go on; and truly they are
more important than even the foreign mail of Messrs. Townley & Tamms.
This relieved his mind, and the daily labor for his daily bread coming
happily in to sweeten his meditations, he got fairly through to four
o’clock, when Townley proposed that they should go to drive.
Arthur protested his duty to his employers.
“Nonsense,” said Charlie; “the governor knows you’ve got to get into
harness by degrees. Besides, he doesn’t pay you anything for your
services--and they arn’t worth anything, yet,” he added. The last
argument was unanswerable.
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