The Bacillus of Beauty: A Romance of To-dayStark, Harriet
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The Bacillus of Beauty: A Romance of To-day
Stark, Harriet
Beauty, Personal -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Science fiction
"That's all, Joe; I s'pose book French is a good deal diff'rent from
ord'nary Kanuck. 'Mosseer' is right anyhow, for the book says so.
Teacher had ought to know enough to go by the book, I sh' think."
"Tain't her fault, Pa," I said, relenting. "She never went to any good
school. I want to go somewhere where the teachers know a real lot; not
just a little bit more than me. I want to go"--I paused to gain
courage--"I want to go to the University, like--like Mr. Burke."
"The State University!" Pa repeated, in a tone of awe; "Thunder! Don't
believe we could manage that, Sis."
"W'y, yes, y'can, too, Ezry," Aunt Keren argued, "seems to me you're
forehanded enough, to do for an only child. 'Tain't 's if you was like
me 'n' Ab., with our four chunies."
"She'd have to go to an academy first to get fitten for it," said Ma.
"She couldn't go to the Univers'ty for three or four years yet."
"Of course not," I answered; "but you might write to Mr. Burke to send
me a catalogue to find out how much I'd have to know to get taken in.
Then I could study at home till I got pretty near ready, and then take
a year at the Academy."
The words flowed easily, eagerly; I had so often gone over the plan.
"Good idee," said Pa, nodding his head, relieved to find that I wasn't
seeking to leave home at once; and so it was arranged.
Isn't it wonderful? Plain and bald and homely the house, unpretending
the surroundings, simple and primitive the life, that sent forth the
world's first beautiful woman, the Woman of the Secret! I have tried to
set it all down exactly as it happened--the quaint, old-fashioned
dialect, the homely ways, the bearded, booted men. For this place, just
as it was, was the birthplace of the new glory; out of this homely
simplicity dawned the new era of beauty that is to make the whole world
glad.
A catalogue was sent for, books were bought and I set to work unaided,
though Mr. Stoddard took an interest in my studies and often helped me
out of difficulties. I chose the classical course, undeterred by
parental demonstrations of the "plum uselessness" of Latin and Greek; I
had for the choice no better reason than that it was more difficult. I
no longer went to the little red schoolhouse.
All this time I had almost forgotten Billy, to whom I owed such a debt
of gratitude for sending me upon the Quest. Once I met him on the road.
"Ain't ye never comin' to school no more?" he queried.
"No, I am never going again; I am preparing for the State University; I
shall take a classical course," I answered with hauteur, looking down
upon him as I spoke. Only that morning Ma had let out another tuck in
my gown.
"I'm aw'fly sorry," Billy murmured with a foolish, embarrassed grin.
"Guess I'll walk along of ye, if ye don't care."
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