Sister Dolorosa, and Posthumous FameAllen, James Lane
Religion
Sister Dolorosa, and Posthumous Fame
Allen, James Lane
Kentucky -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
To descend as a gay bird of passage, therefore, upon these secluded,
sombre fields, and find himself in the neighbourhood of a powerful
Order--to learn that a girl, beautiful, accomplished, of wealth and high
social position, had of her own choice buried herself for life within
its bosom--gave him a startling insight into Kentucky history as it was
forming in his own time. Moreover--and this touched him especially--it
gave him a deeper insight into the possibilities of woman's nature; for
a certain narrowness of view regarding the true mission of woman in the
world belonged to him as a result of education. In the conservative
Kentucky society by which he had been largely moulded the opinion
prevailed that woman fulfilled her destiny when she married well and
adorned a home. All beauty, all accomplishments, all virtues and graces,
were but means for attaining this end.
As for himself, he came of a stock which throughout the generations of
Kentucky life, and back of these along the English ancestry, had stood
for the home; a race of men with the fireside traits: sweet-tempered,
patient, and brave; well-formed and handsome; cherishing towards women a
sense of chivalry; protecting them fiercely and tenderly; loving them
romantically and quickly for the sake of beauty; marrying early, and
sometimes at least holding towards their wives such faith, that these
had no more to fear from all other women in the world than from all
other men.
Descended from such a stock and moulded by the social ideals of his
region, Helm naturally stood for the home himself. And yet there was a
difference. In a sense he was a product of the new Kentucky. His infancy
had been rocked on the chasm of the Civil War; his childhood spent amid
its ruins; his youth ruled by two contending spirits--discord and peace:
and earliest manhood had come to him only in the morning of the new era.
It was because the path of his life had thus run between light and shade
that his nature was joyous and grave; only joy claimed him entirely as
yet, while gravity asserted itself merely in the form of sympathy with
anything that suffered, and a certain seriousness touching his own
responsibility in life.
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