The Hundred, and Other StoriesBrownell, Gertrude Hall
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The Hundred, and Other Stories
Brownell, Gertrude Hall
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
So Dorastus retained the violin, and defiantly played on it, in and out
of season. His mother's failure to be pleased with his playing seemed
to have cut her off, in his estimation, from all right to an opinion.
It is true that after the first night she armed herself with patience
towards a situation she could not change. She did not cross the boy
more than her conscience positively enjoined; he might play since he
pleased, but must not neglect his studies in pursuit of a vain pastime.
In spite of her, his studies suffered. He felt no humiliation now
that Hector or any should be ahead of him with books; he could have
been far ahead of them if he had chosen, but they could under no
circumstance have done what he did. Of these things he was proudly
convinced, and he declared them without hesitation. His almost
untutored playing took on a strange audacity, a fantastical quality
that made it pleasing to none in the household. That did not disturb
him; he pursued triumphantly in the direction repugnant to them, taking
their disapproval to naturally point to its excellence. Sometimes,
half in scorn, he would play for the little girls the simple melodies
they knew, to show them that he could do that, too, if he chose; full
tenderly could he play them and delight their gentle hearts, but he
preferred, if he could catch an unprejudiced soul for audience, a
housemaid for instance, to set her opposite to him and play to her from
his head, then question her as to what the music had made her think of,
helping her to detail her impressions, expressing his contempt freely
if the music had not had on her the desired effect, but hugging her if
she happened to answer as he wanted.
Whenever he had a holiday, or took one, he disappeared with his
instrument, returning with a conqueror's mien, out of place in a boy
with whom every one is displeased, and who has had nothing to eat. It
was felt by all how he was in these days not friends with anybody,
nor anybody friends with him. It suited his pride to carry off the
situation as if he had been a king among boors.
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