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
I am wondering whether Alice and Adah and the neighbors will approve of
my dearly cherished plan to have one of the tall clocks stationed in
one corner, and my very old Suffolk oak table in another corner, and in
still another the curious old sofa which Aunt 'Gusty has promised to
send me from Darien, Georgia. I am painfully aware that Alice and Adah
and the neighbors regard the beautiful furniture in which I delight as
"old trumpery."
When we first looked at the Schmittheimer place Alice exclaimed, upon
being ushered into one of the rooms: "Now this is just the room for
Reuben and his old trumpery!" It is twenty-two feet long and eighteen
feet wide, and there are windows to the north, west, and south.
Curiously enough, the chimney runs up through the middle of this room,
presenting an appearance at once novel and grotesque. Alice assures me
that this will prove a unique and charming feature, for she intends to
put innumerable shelves around the chimney, and place thereon the
interesting and valuable curios, the purchase of which has kept me
involved in financial embarrassment for the last twenty years.
Alice has settled it in her own mind just where in my new room each bit
of my beloved furniture shall be located--the mahogany chest of
drawers, the old secretary, the four-post bedstead, the haircloth
trunk, the oak book-case, the corn-husk rocker, the cuckoo clock, the
Dutch cabinet--yes, each blessed piece has already had its place
assigned to it, even to the old red cricket which Miss Anna Rice sent
me from her Connecticut home twelve years ago. I am indeed the most
fortunate of men; for who but my Alice _could_ be so sweet and
self-abnegatory as to take upon her own dear little shoulders the
burden of responsibilities that elsewise would weigh upon her husband?
VIII
THE VANDALS BEGIN THEIR WORK
At the regular April meeting of the Lake Shore Society of Antiquarians
I met my old and valued friend, Belville Rock, and told him of the
important venture which Alice had made. He seemed greatly pleased at
the prospect of our having a home of our own, and after making careful
inquiries into the extent and character of the improvements we
contemplated he bade me tell Alice that he wanted to pay the bill for
the painting of the exterior of the house. "I desire to do somewhat
toward beautifying your premises," said he, "and I don't know that I
can do better than to paint the house. You understand, of course, that
my long and intimate acquaintance with you and Alice warrants me in
proposing as a friendly act what elsewise might be regarded as an
impertinence."
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