Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
at school, they will no doubt tell her she is a bastard! She may come to
me crying, and ask me what it means. Sometimes I think I would rather
she should die than grow up to find her mother—— Oh! no, no! That is
cowardly. I will make her respect me. I can read and study and educate
myself, so that she will be forced to respect me, whatever others say.
If I can only make money enough, I will take her abroad and educate her
there; but I will tell her all, just as soon as she can reason, and if
she inherits any of the soul of Dr. Forest, all will be well; but if she
should not be like him! If she should be like Mrs. Forest, or coarse in
soul like Dan——”
Thus thinking and foreshadowing, Susie reached home.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE FIRST CLOUD.
Dr. Delano, on taking his bride home, was somewhat surprised that Ella
had left—accepted suddenly an invitation to spend the winter in
Maryland, among some old friends of the family. Clara was hurt by this
evident desire to avoid Albert’s wife, but his vanity was secretly well
satisfied by the act. Ella could not stay and witness a happiness that
should have been hers. He excused her going, therefore, with a good
grace, and made Clara do so also, though the effort revealed a flaw in
the diamond, a touch of vanity she had not dreamed could exist in her
idol.
Mr. Delano received his daughter-in-law with a quiet, courteous
pleasure, that was evidently felt. Miss Charlotte’s manner was stately,
and just what it should be according to etiquette, though a good deal
out of harmony with Clara’s exalted happiness, which made her a little
impatient to see people so calm and self-possessed.
Mr. Delano, after his illness, yielded to the advice of friends and
retired from business. It had proved a very unwise step. He had given
all the best years of his life to acquiring wealth—in fact, to preparing
for the enjoyment of life; and lo! when the wealth was gained, the
enjoyment he had promised himself fled before him like the horizon
“whose margin fades forever and forever” as we move. He had been rich
enough all his life had he only known it, and the increase of luxurious
surroundings in his stately residence on Beacon street were no more than
Dead Sea apples in his mouth. During his active business life he had
constantly purchased books and extended his library. These also he was
to enjoy by-and-by, when he got leisure to read anything beyond the
daily papers. He had not counted the fact that there are many things
wealth cannot purchase, and among them is the capacity for ease.
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