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
To add to my embarrassment he solicited explicit information about the
Schmittheimer place, in what subdivision it was located, and in what
township. Had I been a veritable human encyclopaedia I could hardly
have satisfied that man's greed for information touching that
particular spot. What knew I of tracts, of townships, of quarter
sections or of subdivisions? Were I filled with a knowledge of these
humdrum commonplaces, should I know aught of that enthusiasm which
thrills the being who, after many and long years of weary hoping and
waiting, sees the object of his desires just within his grasp? Should
Moses just in sight of the promised land be expected to give the
dimensions of that delectable spot, and to locate it and bound it and
map it off with the accuracy of a Rand & McNally township guide?
I suppose that this conservatism is natural with some people--this lack
of fervor, this absence of enthusiasm. Still I will admit Mr. Black's
tranquillity--nay, his glacial composure--under the circumstances
surprised and grieved me. I did not understand why the prospect and
the promise of "our house" did not set Mr. Black--and, for that matter,
all the rest of humanity--into the selfsame transports of delight which
I experienced. Mind you, now, I am not complaining of nor am I finding
fault with Mr. Black. I am simply chronicling happenings and
observations. Mr. Black is a benevolent and beneficent man. He said
to me at last: "Well, you can tell Alice that I will send her a draft
for the money she needs, and within a fortnight I shall run up to take
a look at your purchase."
I was in Cincinnati three days. I should have been there but two. A
curious happening detained me. As I was going to the railway station
from Mr. Black's house the evening of the second day I saw a man with a
reflector telescope selling views of the moon at five cents apiece.
The night was so auspicious for this diversion that I could not resist
the temptation. Thus seduced, the time sped so quickly and the
intoxication of the enjoyment was so complete that two hours slipped
away before I awakened to a realization of my folly, which cost me
somewhat over a dollar and a half, and compelled me to postpone my
departure for home to the next day.
V
WE NEGOTIATE A MORTGAGE
Alice and I supposed that as soon as we made that first payment upon
the old Schmittheimer place we should take possession of it. We had
hastened negotiations because naturally enough we were anxious to share
the delights of the Eden which was to be ours. It transpired all too
early in the proceedings, however, that the processes of the law are
exceedingly exacting and provokingly tedious. With the one thousand
dollars which Mr. Black gave us we fancied that we should be able to
say to the widow Schmittheimer: "Here is your money; now let us move
in."
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