Bildungsromans; Families -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
In later life Margaret Ruggles’s nerve was iron and her _savoir faire_
flawless. Rumor had it that she instructed Amos how and when to do
everything, from selling United Fruit Common to changing his waistcoat.
And a local grocer had a yarn about having sent a special team out to
the Ruggleses residence to deliver three lemons, and Margaret had
ordered the man to wait and take back two of them because cook had
discovered there were already two lemons in the house. She was a close
buyer and a difficult customer and yet young Gordon—only child of these
two—was allowed, from earliest boyhood, to spend money like a Monte
Cristo in knickers. At three he cried for the moon but was given the
earth instead, and found it so absorbing that he never gave it back. Not
even when other people wanted it.
Gordon had never gone to school three consecutive years in his life. He
had never shown interest in anything for two consecutive days, in his
life,—except fighting. Yet he even refused to make fighting a business,
or he might have turned out a notable pugilist or worked his
bellicosities off to some good purpose in the Army.
Amos and Margaret absolutely refused to credit their son with faults.
They looked at him and beheld that he had a body, a brain, a temperament
and an appetite. But faults? Not a one! He committed indiscretions,
irresponsibilities, sowed a few wild oats, perhaps! But that was to be
expected. Why should he work when the Ruggleses already had more money
than they could ever spend? Besides, why should he work when he wouldn’t
work and they couldn’t make him work, even if they wanted? That he would
ultimately “go in for something” as his father had “gone in” for law—and
foreign travel—was vaguely understood. But the insinuation that Gordon
was one whit worse than a million other boys they would not tolerate an
instant. The Ruggleses—second generation—had a queer outlook on life,
one which it is perhaps difficult for _hoi polloi_ to understand: The
world was their personal bootjack and any one who essayed to question
that fact was a “disturbing element” and “a menace against established
institutions.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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