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
"It shall be kept a profound secret!" said I, with solemn earnestness.
Colonel Doller patted me reassuringly on the shoulder as he arose to
depart.
"Baker," said he, kindly, "you are as good as a rich man already! You
get that extra twenty-five feet and make a subdivision of this
property, and you 'll have so much money you won't know what to do with
it! Why, the next thing we'll hear of you, you'll be living in a
castle on a hill, with an observatory--just think of it, Baker, old
man! an observatory and a twelve-foot telescope capable of discovering
a new comet every night, rain or shine!"
The kind gentleman's enthusiasm quite took my breath away. As I
watched him departing down the shady drive my heart overflowed with
gratitude, and again I thanked the providential Power that had given me
so many kind, solicitous, and self-sacrificing friends.
My conversation with Colonel Doller set me to indulging in thoughts
which were entirely new to me, and which pleased me with their novelty
and brilliancy. I fancied myself already possessed of a wealth which
permitted me to pursue unreservedly those studies and investigations
which have been my delight since youth. In imagination I pictured
myself the owner of a sightly residence surmounted by a spacious
observatory, in which was located a magnificent reflector-telescope
operated by the newest and nicest mechanism. It was pleasing to be
rich, even in fancy. My thoughts reverted to the children.
"Dear pampered darlings," I murmured, "they little know the lives of
independence and of ease that are before them. They will never know
what it is to toil and to economize. And Alice--sweet girl--this will
put an end to her worry about grocery bills!"
It is curious how completely I lost interest in our new house as soon
as the prospect of getting rich dawned upon me. You will not believe
it, but after that talk with Colonel Doller I looked with actual
disdain upon the old Schmittheimer home and its broad, velvety lawn
under the noble trees. I was so possessed with the fascinating scheme
suggested by Colonel Doller that I was even tempted to bid Uncle Si and
his men quit work until I had consulted with Alice as to the
feasibility of abandoning the proposed improvements and investing the
rest of Mr. Black's three thousand dollars in the twenty-five-foot
strip to the south of us. I am glad now that the still small voice
within me prevailed, and that I saw Alice before saying anything to
Uncle Si.
"Reuben Baker," exclaimed Alice, "that property is _mine_ and I bought
it for a home, _not_ to _sell_. If you and Colonel Doller want to
speculate, you need n't think you 're going to rope me into any of your
schemes."
"But, Alice, darling--"
"I sha' n't listen to a word of such nonsense," persisted Alice. "So,
there."
I was inclined to remonstrate, but just at that moment the front door
bell rang and a telegraphic message was handed in. The message was
from Cincinnati and it read in this wise:
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