The Tenants: An Episode of the '80sWatts, Mary S. (Mary Stanbery)
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The Tenants: An Episode of the '80s
Watts, Mary S. (Mary Stanbery)
Dwellings -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Ohio -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
they're not going to put a single thousand where they can't keep an eye
on it, and see it breed. Fortunately Ozark Field went up to a hundred
and seventeen instead of declining--I had confidence in it from the
first. I bought at eighty, you know, so I'm pretty easy in my mind just
now. If anybody were to ask me, though, I'd advise 'em to buy right
now, for it won't ever take another drop, and I expect it'll be out of
sight by the first of the year. Sam, chopped ice to Doctor Vardaman,
and give Mr. Lewis a fresh glass."
Archie Lewis sat looking into his tumbler with a rather queer
expression as the waiter put it down before him after sundry dexterous
operations with lemon-peel and bitters. Perhaps he was thinking that,
for a man who made a point of never bringing his business-affairs
home, it was truly remarkable how inevitably Colonel Pallinder worked
around to them in the course of a conversation, no matter what the
subject with which it started. Phosphate preferred, Lone Star common,
Ozark Field--I could not begin to enumerate the "enterprises" in which
the colonel and his capitalist friends were interested. The jargon of
the market-place will always be jargon to me; I dare say I have not
even quoted it aright. To this day I have never been able to find out
what Phosphate was; it may have been mined, assayed, and smelted; or
strained out of a river, or compounded with retorts and crucibles for
all of me. But, although nobody knew anything about it, it was, as I
have said, easy to see that Phosphate, in Templeton's formula, was a
paying proposition. Look at the Pallinders; people couldn't live that
way for nothing; this we said to one another, thinking it clinched the
argument, and not knowing that people live "in magnificent state,"
for nothing. Who is so care-free, so luxurious in his habits, so
open-handed and open-hearted as the man who never pays his debts? I
know of no one more to be envied. One of the things the Pallinders did
was to wall in with glass the large porch of the dining-room, install a
heating-apparatus, and make a conservatory of it; this, too, although
they had leased the Gwynne house for three years only, and Mrs.
Pallinder was constantly complaining of their cramped and inconvenient
quarters. "Of course," she said languidly, "one can't expect much of
a house at such a low rent, but the colonel and I have _always_ had
separate dressing-rooms. I thought I could make one do, for a while;
but we're too crowded for any peace or comfort. The colonel wants to
buy this house and add to it--but the end of it will be we'll have to
build. The colonel keeps telling me to go to an architect or send for
one--I shouldn't trust to anyone in this little town, you know. We'd
have to select the building-lot, and get some man from Boston or New
York to come out and look at it, and make the designs accordingly. But
I'm so awfully lazy I can't make up my mind to all that bother and
worry."
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