The New Penelope, and Other Stories and PoemsVictor, Frances Fuller
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The New Penelope, and Other Stories and Poems
Victor, Frances Fuller
Northwest Coast of North America -- Social life and customs; Pacific Coast (U.S.) -- Social life and customs
"It did not take long, of course, to drive away the boarders, for they
were there only to eat; and when provisions entirely failed, or were
uncooked, there was nothing to be done but to go where they could be
better served. I did not feel very comfortable over it, as many of them
were men I liked and respected, whose ill opinion it was disagreeable to
incur, even in a righteous cause; and then no woman likes to be the talk
of the town, as I knew I must be. The 'town talk,' as it happened, in
time suggested my further course to me.
"Pray tell me if Mr. Seabrook followed the boarders, or did he stay and
compel you to cook for him?"
"He stayed, but he did not compel me to cook for him. That I
peremptorily refused to do. Neither would I buy any supplies. If he
wanted a meal, he must go out, get his provisions, and cook them for
himself. Then he refused to buy anything to come in the house, lest I
should share _his_ plenty. This reduced our rations to nothing. I used
to take Benton out and buy him good, wholesome food, myself eating as
little as would support nature. Occasionally, now that I had time on my
hands, I spent a day out among my few visiting acquaintances; and
sometimes I took a meal with my German friend. In this way I compelled
my former master to look out for himself.
"One night, there not being a mouthful in the house to eat, I went out
and bought a loaf of bread and some milk for Benton's breakfast; for I
was careful not to risk the child's health as I risked my own. In the
morning when I came down stairs the bread and milk were gone. Mr.
Seabrook had breakfasted. 'Bennie' and I could go hungry. And that
brings me back to what 'town talk' did for me.
"It soon became noised about that Mr. and Mrs. Seabrook, who had never
got on well together, were now going on dreadfully, and that probably
there would be a divorce. 'Divorce!' I said, when my new friend, the
minister, mentioned it to me, 'divorce from what? How can there be a
divorce where there is no marriage?' 'Nevertheless,' he replied, 'it is
worth considering. If the society you live in insist that you are
married, why not gratify this society, and ask its leave to be legally
separated from your nominal husband?'
"At first I rebelled strongly against making this tacit admission of a
relationship of that kind to Mr. Seabrook. It appeared to me to be a
confession of falsehood to those few persons who were in my confidence,
some of whom I felt had always half-doubted the full particulars, as
being too ugly for belief. And what was quite as unpalatable as the
other was that my enemy would rejoice that for once, at least, and in a
public record, I should have to confess myself his wife. My friends
argued that it could make little difference, as that was the popular
understanding already, which nothing could alter; and that so far as Mr.
Seabrook was concerned his triumph would be short-lived and valueless.
They undertook to procure counsel, and stand by me through the trial."
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