Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1905 to 1906Montgomery, L. M. (Lucy Maud)
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Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1905 to 1906
Montgomery, L. M. (Lucy Maud)
Short stories, Canadian
Then Alexina sighed. Whatever "it" was, the fact of its being settled
did not seem to bring Alexina any great peace of mind--nor Stephen
either, judging from his face, which wore a sort of "suffer and be
strong" expression just then. "When do you go?" said Alexina, after a
pause, during which she had frowned out of the window and across the
Tracy yard. Josephine Tracy and her brother Duncan were strolling
about the yard in the pleasant December sunshine, arm in arm, laughing
and talking. They appeared to be a nice, harmless pair of people, but
the sight of them did not seem to please Alexina.
"Just as soon as we can sell the furniture and move away," said
Stephen moodily. "Heigh-ho! So this is what all our fine ambitions
have come to, Lexy, your music and my M.D. A place in a department
store for you, and one in a lumber mill for me."
"I don't dare to complain," said Alexina slowly. "We ought to be so
thankful to get the positions. I _am_ thankful. And I don't mind so
very much about my music. But I do wish you could have gone to
college, Stephen."
"Never mind me," said Stephen, brightening up determinedly. "I'm going
to go into the lumber business enthusiastically. You don't know what
unsuspected talents I may develop along that line. The worst of it is
that we can't be together. But I'll keep my eyes open, and perhaps
I'll find a place for you in Lessing."
Alexina said nothing. Her separation from Stephen was the one point in
their fortunes she could not bear to discuss. There were times when
Alexina did not see how she was going to exist without Stephen. But
she never said so to him. She thought he had enough to worry him
without her making matters worse. "Well," said Stephen, getting up,
"I'll run down to the office. And see here, Lexy. Day after tomorrow
is Christmas. Are we going to celebrate it at all? If so I'd better
order the turkey."
Alexina looked thoughtful. "I don't know, Stephen. We're short of
money, you know, and the fund is dwindling every day. Don't you think
it's a little extravagant to have a turkey for two people? And somehow
I don't feel a bit Christmassy. I think I'd rather spend it just like
any other day and try to forget that it _is_ Christmas. Everything
would be so different."
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