The House: An Episode in the Lives of Reuben Baker, Astronomer, and of His Wife, Alice — John Shaqi
The House: An Episode in the Lives of Reuben Baker, Astronomer, and of His Wife, AliceField, Eugene
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The House: An Episode in the Lives of Reuben Baker, Astronomer, and of His Wife, Alice
Field, Eugene
Home ownership -- Fiction; Humorous stories
Mr. Black is upward of seventy years of age. He and my father went to
school together in Maine, and subsequently they lived near each other
in Cincinnati. Mr. Black had been a merchant; he had retired from
business rich. After my father's death, while I was still a boy, this
kind old friend was good to me, taking an interest in my work and my
welfare. He had no children of his own, and, if he did not regard me
almost as a son, I certainly grew to regard him almost as a father.
Mr. Black knew the value of money and respected it. He gave freely,
but only where he was assured it was deserved and would do actual good.
A prudent, careful, economical man himself, he encouraged prudence and
thrift in others. He never quite condoned what he regarded as
extravagance upon my part in buying my fifty pieces of mediaeval armor,
although it is to his munificence that I am indebted for the six-foot
telescope with which I am wont to scan the face of the heavens.
The upshot of talks with Alice and Adah and the Denslows--to say
nothing of other neighbors with whom I confidentially consulted--the
upshot of these talks was that I determined to go to Cincinnati to
confer with Mr. Black upon the propriety of his advancing to me the
money wherewith Alice should make the first payment upon her--I mean
our house. To make short of a long story (for if there is one thing
that I despise above all others it is prolixity), I went to Cincinnati
and unfolded my business to my aged friend. Mr. Black appeared to be
in no indecent haste to satiate my craving. He is not, and never was,
a man of exuberant enthusiasms. I was rather pained when, upon
learning of the unparalleled bargain we had secured in the
Schmittheimer place, he did not go into raptures as did Mrs. Denslow,
and Mrs. Baylor, and Mrs. Tiltman and the rest of our neighbors at
home. So far from being carried away by any whirlwind of enthusiasm,
Mr. Black maintained a placidity of demeanor amounting to stoicism; he
plied me with questions about "titles," and "abstracts," and
"indentures," and "mortgages," and "liens," and "incumbrances," and
other things that I actually knew no more about than the veriest
Bushman knows about the theory of Nebulae.
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