Husband and wife -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
Alexander looked at her with miserable eyes. Her action was a thousand
times more disquieting than the volley of reproaches he had expected.
"They've come now, I think," he said after a pause. "They're going to
hoist part of it up from the outside, and I hear them on the roof.
Don't feel that way about it," he implored. "The scheme really is a
good one, Annie, and I'll make a success of it, I promise you. I'll
get the eight hundred dollars back and any amount besides."
But Annie continued motionless and he approached her chair. "I suppose
it does seem like a lot for us to put into it," he continued with
unwonted tenderness, "but it was a tempting bargain and as I couldn't
develop my scheme without it-- See here," he interrupted himself,
"haven't you told me often enough that I ought to invent something that
would prove to be a success; that I ought to do it to justify the
Company's belief in me, and especially Mrs. Hart's belief?"
Then Annie turned on him. She even rose from her chair, the back of
which she grasped with a shaking hand. "And it's to justify _her_
belief in you, is it? that you spent all that we'd managed to save?
Very thoughtful, I am sure. _Her_ interest indeed! I wish you'd never
seen her. I hate her, I do, I hate her!"
"Annie!" he exclaimed, for her little visage was twisted out of all
semblance to itself.
"I do, I hate her!" she repeated. "As for buying that organ because
you needed it, don't you suppose I know you've always hung around organ
lofts and even followed hurdy-gurdies on the street? You bought the
organ because you wanted it. Alexander, you--you leave me!" she
finished hysterically.
Abashed, Emil stared at her; then relieved at this outburst, which was
what he had looked for, he went to superintend the installing of his
luckless possession. Since concluding the purchase of the organ the
wisdom of the step had appeared dubious to his unpractical mind. Now,
had it been possible for him to transfer the burden of ownership, he
would gladly have transferred it. But the organ, to another, would
have been an undesirable acquisition. It was wheezy of tone and sadly
out of order, but this very condition was what had recommended it to
him, and he looked forward with exultant joy to restoring it to a sense
of perfection.
As no retreat was possible, between ruefulness and pride he lifted the
blue and gold pipes from the long coffin-shaped box in which they had
been packed. Other parts of the organ, being less liable to damage,
were hoisted through the window.
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