The Sisters-In-Law: A Novel of Our TimeAtherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
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The Sisters-In-Law: A Novel of Our Time
Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
France -- Fiction; San Francisco (Calif.) -- Fiction
"It is shocking that you do not know more of the family history. From
California, of course. He had great gifts and political aspirations,
and realized that there would be more opportunity in the new
state--particularly in such a famous one--than in his own where all the
men in public life seemed to have taken root--I remember his using that
expression. So, he came here with his bride, the beauty of Richmond--"
"Oh, Lord, I know all about her. Remember the flavor in my mother's
milk--"
"Well, you'd look like her if you had brown eyes and a white skin, and
if your mouth were smaller. And until you learn to stand up straight
you'll never have anything like her elegance of carriage. However....
Of course they had plenty of money--for those days. They had come to
Virginia in the days of Queen Elizabeth and received a large grant of
land--"
"Don't fancy I haven't heard _that_!"
"Grandfather had inherited the plantation--"
"Sold his slaves, I suppose, to come to California and realize his
ambitions. Funny, how ideals change!"
"His abilities were recognized as soon as lie arrived in the new
community, and our wonderful grandmother became at once one of that
small band of social leaders that founded San Francisco society: Mrs.
Hunt McLane, the Hathaways, Mrs. Don Pedro Earle, the Montgomerys, the
Gearys, the Talbots, the Belmonts, Mrs. Abbott, Tom's grandmother--"
"Never mind about them. I have them dished up occasionally by mother,
although she prefers to descant upon the immortal eighties, when she
was a leader herself and 'money wasn't everything.' We never had so
much of it anyhow. I know Grandfather Ballinger built this ramshackle
old house--"
Mrs. Abbott sat forward and drew herself up. She felt as if she were
talking to a stranger, as, indeed, she was.
"This house and its traditions are sacred--"
"I know it. Yon were telling me how mother came to marry a bad fast
man."
"He was not fast when she met him. It was at a ball in Washington. He
was a young congressman--he was wounded in his right arm during the
first year of the war and returned at once to California; of course he
had been one of the first to enlist. He was of a fine old family and by
no means poor. Of course in Washington he was asked to the best houses.
At that time he was very ambitious and absorbed in politics and the
advancement of California. Afterward he renounced Washington for
reasons I never clearly understood; although he told me once that
California was the only place for a man to live; and--well--I am afraid
he could do more as he pleased out here without criticism--from men, at
least. The standards--for men--were very low in those days. But when he
met mother--"
"Was mother ever very pretty?"
"She was handsome," replied Mrs. Abbott guardedly. "Of course she had
the freshness and roundness of youth. I am told she had a lovely color
and the brightest eyes. And she had a beautiful figure. She had several
proposals, but she chose father."
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