American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
Sometimes he brought his family with him, and I scarcely knew whether to
be glad or sorry; for, while his daughter, a handsome, strong, bright,
honest, golden-haired girl of fifteen or sixteen, always affected me as
if she was a streak of sunshine, and made me hope I should some day have
a daughter like her, his wife always affected me unpleasantly.
I am not a good physiognomist, but I notice most people resemble animals
of some sort, and when I decide on what animal it is, in any particular
case, I judge the person accordingly.
Now, Mrs. Markson—who was evidently her husband’s second wife, for she
was too young to be Helen’s mother—was rather handsome and extremely
elegant, but neither manners nor dress could hide a certain tigerish
expression which was always in her face. It was generally inactive, but
it was never absent, and the rapidity with which it awoke once or twice
when she disapproved something which was done or said, made me
understand why Mr. Markson, who always seemed pleasant and genial with
any one else, was quite silent and guarded when his wife was with him.
Pretty soon the people of Bartley knew all about the Marksons. How
people learn all about other people is more than I can explain. _I_
never have a chance to know all about my neighbors, for I am kept busy
in looking to myself; but if all the energy that is devoted to other
people’s business in Bartley were expended on house-building, trade
would soon be so dull that I should be longing for a mansion in the
skies.
Everybody in Bartley knew that Helen Markson’s mother, who was very
beautiful and lovable, had died years before, and that her stepmother
had been Mrs. Markson only two or three years; that the second Mrs.
Markson had married for money, and that her husband was afraid of her,
and would run away from her if it wasn’t for Helen; that Mrs. Markson
sometimes got angry, and then she raved like mad, and that it was
wearing Mr. Markson’s life away; for he was a tender-hearted man, in
spite of his smartness. Some even declared that Markson had willed her
all his property, and insured his life heavily for her besides, and that
if he died before Helen was married, Helen would be a beggar.
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