Ghosts -- Fiction; Invalids -- Fiction; Women authors -- Fiction
Edgar B. Rysam had, however, forgotten to safeguard his resources. That
is to say, his fortune was invested in railroad bonds and stocks. In the
great railway panic of 1893 prices came tumbling down and public
confidence fell with them. Edgar B. in alarm, for he had forgotten the
ways of railway magnates and financiers, sold out and lost half his
capital. He reopened his office, and by dint of buying and selling at
the wrong time, rid himself of another quarter. When he woke to his
position, and retired for the second time, he had only sufficient means
to be considered a rich man away from his native land. The sale of the
mansion in Fifth Avenue, the country house, and the yacht damned him in
the sight of his fellow-citizens. He found himself with a bare fifty
thousand dollars a year, and no friends. Under the circumstances there
was nothing for it but emigration, and he finally decided upon England
as being the most hospitable as well as the most congenial of
abiding-places. His linguistic attainments consisted of a fair fluency
in “Americanese.”
During the year he had spent in ruining himself, his young daughter
became conscious of a pause in the astonished admiration she excited.
She bore it better than might have been expected, because it
synchronised with her first love affair. She had become passionately
enamoured of the “cold white keys” and practised the piano innumerable
hours in every day.
When Edgar B. remembered her existence again she had grown pale and
remote, enwrapped in her gift and in her egotism, not doubting at all
she would be the greatest pianist the world had ever seen, and that all
those friends and acquaintances who had ignored or cold-shouldered her
during the last year would wither with self-disdain at not having
perceived it earlier. Not by her father’s millions would she shine, but
by reason of her unparalleled powers. The decision to visit Europe and
settle in England, for a time was not unconnected with these visions.
She insisted she required more and better lessons. Edgar B. was awed by
her decision, by her playing, by her astonishingly perverse and burdened
youth. He was grateful to her for not reproaching him for his failure to
grapple with a new position, and contrasted her, favourably,
notwithstanding an uneasy fear of disloyalty, with her mother.
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