The Story of a Country TownHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Story of a Country Town
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Kansas -- Fiction
I know that you care for me in a fashion; so you do for every
one who is kind to you; but I wanted the affection you gave HIM, your
first and best. I feel debased that this affair has ruined me, for it
has completely, and I can no longer look an honest man in the face, for
against my will I am an indifferent husband, instead of the worthy one I
hoped to become. I was brought up in a community where the women were
overworked, imposed upon, and unhappy; I resolved to make my wife a
notable exception to this rule, but I cannot now, and I feel the
disgrace keenly.”
The pale, fretful women of Fairview, who talked in the church of their
heavy crosses to bear, and sat down crying, passed before me in
procession; and staggering behind them, with the heaviest cross of all,
was Mateel.
“I was so particular to tell you how I felt about this matter before we
were married,” Jo went on, still looking into the fire, “though I spoke
of it then only to convince you that I was a good lover, for I did not
suspect that you regarded me as a victim instead of a man. I talked of
it seriously that you might know I was in earnest, and much as I loved
you, had I known this I would have given you up at the last moment.
There might have been a remedy for it then; there is none now. As I have
been during the past six weeks, so shall I be as long as I live, except
that I shall grow more bitter and resentful. It is cruel that I have
been mercilessly ruined, and nobody to blame for it. Were I injured in
any other way, there would be some one to punish, and amends to be made,
but in this no wrong has been done; indeed, I suppose I, who am so
grievously injured, am more to blame than any one else for being so
absurd. I am certain every one will regard it in this way, although that
will not help the matter so far as I am concerned.”
There were evidences of bitterness in his words now, rather than of
sadness and regret; and he looked around the room fiercely, as though
he would do something desperate to those who had injured him. But he
soon began thinking again, and went on talking:--
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