Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
“You shall have something to do with a gentleman though, once in your
life,” said Dan, approaching him threateningly. Clara and Susie were
already in the hall. Clara called Dan imperatively, and proceeded to the
door, supporting Susie, who was ready to faint. They heard the minister
say a very insulting thing in reply to Dan’s threat, and the next moment
a fall like a sack of wheat was easily interpreted. Dan had applied his
“science,” and the fat man was sprawling on the carpet. Before any of
the family appeared, the carriage drove off. Dan raved and swore, though
he was sober enough so far as the effects of his drinking went. To
Clara’s utter astonishment, Susie seemed perfectly recovered from all
her anxiety, and even smiled.
“We can get the four o’clock train,” said Clara, looking at her watch.
“We will not wait for yours, as we intended.” Dan savagely changed the
order to the coachman. At the station Clara would not speak nor look at
her brother, with whom she was infinitely disgusted; but Susie shook
hands with him, and said, “I was ashamed of you for being so violent,
Dan, but I am happier than I have been since I saw you last.”
“I think you are a fool,” he said, sullenly.
“May be I am, dear, but I am not your wife.” She said this without the
slightest anger, and smiled on him like a seraph, as she entered the car
which was just moving.
Thus ended Dan’s marriage.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE BABY.—LOVERS’ ADIEUX.
The effort Clara had made to do a great service for Susie, had failed
dismally, and her mortification was intense, and for the first time she
was a little disappointed with Susie, that she could be so serene, and
evidently glad even, that the movement had failed. Clara’s refinement of
nature and purpose was shocked beyond expression by the coarse conduct
of her brother, and not until the doctor came home, late in the evening,
and after she had had a long talk with him, did she begin to feel the
least return of comfort. “My dear,” he said, “depend upon it, you ought
not to feel so mortified. Why, the dignity and real elevation of
character that this has revealed in Susie is a compensation for almost
anything that could happen. Don’t you see how this shows, beyond a
shadow of doubt, that she is no common girl?”
“I’ve known that a long time, papa. She surprises me every day. I shall
not be able to help her much more in her botany; nor in anything,
indeed. It is well I am going away, to save my credit. The dear girl
thinks me so proficient, that it makes me ashamed of myself. Oh, papa! I
passed at Stonybrook for a very satisfactory student; but if I had had
this experience with Susie before going there, I should have done
better. Susie has taught me what application means.”
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