Chicago (Ill.) -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
cents a pound, such as sausages, venison, beef, pork--everything except
fowls. Of fruit there is little. I saw some grapes yesterday in the
market, all powdered over with sawdust. They had come from Spain. They
made my mouth water.... Every day great prairie schooners, as they call
them, go by the house. They have come all the way from the East.... I
am terrified of the Indians though I have said little to Isaac. They
are very dirty and not at all noble as our history and geography books
state...."
She bore Isaac Thrift two children, accomplishing the feat as
circumspectly and with as much reticence as is possible in the
achievement of so physical a rite. Girls, both. I think she would have
considered a man-child indelicate.
Charlotte had been the first of these girls. Carrie, the second,
came a tardy ten years later. It was a time and a city of strange
contradictions and fluctuations. Fortunes were made in the boom of 1835
and lost in the panic of '37. Chicago was a broken-down speculative
shanty village one day and an embryo metropolis the next. The Firemen's
Ball was the event of the social season, with Engine No. 3, glittering
gift of "Long John" Wentworth, set in the upper end of the dance-hall
and festooned with flowers and ribbons. All the worth-while beaux of
the town belonged to the volunteer fire brigade. The names of Chicago's
firemen of 1838 or '40, if read aloud to-day, would sound like the
annual list of box-holders at the opera. The streets of the town were
frequently impassable; servants almost unknown; quiltings and church
sociables noteworthy events. The open prairie, just beyond town, teemed
with partridges, quail, prairie chicken. Fort Dearborn, deserted, was a
playground for little children. Indians, dirty, blanketed, saturnine,
slouched along the streets. "Long John" Wentworth was kinging it in
Congress. Young ladies went to balls primly gowned in dark-colored
merinos, long-sleeved, high-necked. Little girls went to school in
bodices low-cut and nearly sleeveless; toe-slippers; and manifold
skirts starched to stand out like a ballerina's.
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