American fiction -- 20th century; Georgia -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
Mrs. Adams suddenly and for no apparent cause ceased to speak to Mrs.
Cutter. And Mrs. Cutter with no apparent reason began to refer to
Helen as “that Adams girl.” The mother of a son is always jealous. She
over-estimates him; no matter whom he chooses for a wife, she thinks
he might have done better. Mrs. Cutter was free to tell anybody, and
did tell quite a number, that she hoped George would marry sometime;
but when he did it was natural that she should wish him to choose a
girl who would be equal to the position he could give her in the world.
George had a future before him. He was no ordinary young man. By these
sentiments she left you to infer what she thought of the “Adams girl.”
If you ask me, I say she was correct in her opinion, but futilely so.
Mrs. Adams knew that her daughter could not do better in a worldly way
than to marry this young man. But when it came to the pinch, she forgot
the world and thought anxiously of Helen. She was a good mother. Her
instinct, sharpened by years of living in a world where love plays
havoc with hopes and happiness, warned her that while George might
settle down in business and become eminently successful, she doubted
if he could be domesticated in the strictly marital virtues. He had
too much temperament. Perhaps this was the way she had of admitting
that Helen was a trifle short on temperament, even if she did have a
good singing voice. On the other hand, Helen had the awful sanity of
seeing things as they are. She had observed this walking mind of her
daughter--no wings upon which to carry illusions. How would such a
woman adjust herself to a husband who might have recurrent periods of
adolescence? She did not know. Therefore she regarded George with a
hostile beam in her eye and quit speaking to Mrs. Cutter.
When you consider the seismic disturbances created about them by only
two lovers and multiply them by all the other lovers to the uttermost
parts of the earth, it is clear that there never can be any lasting
peace in this world, though disarmament might be complete, and all
nations might pass a law confirming peace and good will. For this
is a natural disturbance beyond the diplomacy of diplomats or of
confederated congresses to control. It is the perpetual insurrection of
life everlasting in the terms of love, which are never peaceful terms.
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