The pioneer : $b A tale of two statesBonner, Geraldine
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The pioneer : $b A tale of two states
Bonner, Geraldine
California -- Fiction; Nevada -- Fiction; Western stories
“I’ll tell you all about it. There are several threads to this story.
In the first place Rosamund didn’t like it. She thought it was queer
for me to go to Europe alone and leave father, and just before her
wedding, too. She wouldn’t hear of my not being at the wedding. But the
other reason was more the real one.”
She sat up, her elbow in the cushions, her head on her hand, the
fingers in her loosened hair. Her eyes on the fire were melancholy and
contemplative.
“You remember what I said to you about not being able to live here any
longer? How I couldn’t stand it? Well, father’s going to Virginia City.”
“What difference does that make? He’s been going there for years.”
“Yes, but to live I mean. To take us and make our home there. That’s
the reason I’ve changed my mind. I needn’t go so far as Europe. We’re
all going to leave California and live in Nevada.”
The Colonel was astonished. He was prepared for strange actions
on Allen’s part, but a bodily family removal to Virginia when his
affairs were in so complicated a condition was unlooked for, and
incomprehensible. And why had not Allen spoken to him of it? When in
town they saw each other almost daily on Pine and Montgomery Streets.
“Isn’t it a very sudden decision of your father’s?” he asked. “He had
no idea of it last week. You didn’t know it when you came to see me
that day, did you?”
“I didn’t know of it till two days ago. It’s all happened in a minute.
Father himself didn’t know it. I was still thinking about going away
and arguing with Rosamund about it, when he came and told us he’d
decided to move to Nevada, that he had more business there than here,
and it would be much cheaper having one house in Virginia than for
him to be up there, with us down here in San Francisco. What made it
particularly easy and convenient was that some one wants to buy the
house.”
This was a second shock, but there was illumination in it. The listener
felt now that he was getting to the heart of the matter.
“Buy the house!” he ejaculated. “This house?”
“Yes, this house. I’ve forgotten the man’s name. Some one from
Sacramento wants to buy it just as it stands, with the furniture and
everything. It’s not a very good offer, but property’s gone down here,
as it has all over this side of town, and father says it’s not bad,
considering that it makes it so much easier for us to go.”
He was, for the moment, too astonished to make any comments. She
spoke as though the sale was decided on, the move settled. He knew
that neither of the sisters was aware of the mortgage he held on the
property, and he listened to her in staring silence as she went on:
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