Capitalists and financiers -- Fiction; Chicago (Ill.) -- Fiction; Meat industry and trade -- Fiction; Political fiction
For of a sudden the spring of my energies was slackened within me, and
the work that I was doing seemed senseless. Somehow a man's happiness
had slipped past me on the road, and now I missed it. There was the joy
we might have had, she and I, and we had not taken it. Had we been fools
to put it aside? She answered my thoughts.
"We did not want it! Remember we did not want that! Don't let me think
that, after all, you regret! I could not stand that--no woman could bear
it."
Her voice was like a cry to my soul. On the stairs above Mr. Dround was
saying to Sarah:--
"No, I much prefer our Chicago style of building, with large lots, where
you can get sunshine on all four sides. It is more healthy, don't you
think, Mrs. Harrington?"
And Sarah answered:--
"Yes, I quite agree with you, Mr. Dround. I don't like this house at
all--it's too dark. We shall have to look farther, I guess."
Jane turned her face to mine. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her
mouth trembled. "Don't regret--anything," she whispered. "We have had so
much!"
"Van," Sarah called from the stairs, "you haven't seen the house! But it
isn't worth while. I am sure we shouldn't like it."
"You mustn't look for your Chicago garden on Fifth Avenue," Mrs. Dround
laughed.
As we left the house, Sarah turned to Jane and asked her to come back
with us to the hotel for dinner. But the Drounds had an engagement for
the evening, and so an appointment was made for the day following to
dine together. When we had said good-by and were in the carriage, Sarah
remarked reflectively:--
"Jane looks like an old woman--don't you think so, Van?"
CHAPTER XXVIII
A NEW AMBITION
_Jane Dround points the way again--The shoes of Parkinson and the
senatorial toga--Strauss is dead--Business or politics?--A dream of
wealth--The family sail for Europe_
"I am writing Sarah that after all we cannot dine with you. My husband
is restless and feels that we must leave for the West to-night. It was
very sweet of Sarah to want us, but after all perhaps it is just as
well. We shall see you both soon, I am sure....
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