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第30章

CONVENTION'S OWN TINDER-BOX--THE EYE THAT IS GREEN

Hurstwood's residence on the North Side, near Lincoln Park, was a brick building of a very popular type then, a three-story affair with the first floor sunk a very little below the level of the street.It had a large bay window bulging out from the second floor, and was graced in front by a small grassy plot, twenty-

five feet wide and ten feet deep.There was also a small rear yard, walled in by the fences of the neighbours and holding a stable where he kept his horse and trap.

The ten rooms of the house were occupied by himself, his wife Julia, and his son and daughter, George, Jr., and Jessica.There were besides these a maid-servant, represented from time to time by girls of various extraction, for Mrs.Hurstwood was not always easy to please.

"George, I let Mary go yesterday," was not an unfrequent salutation at the dinner table.

"All right," was his only reply.He had long since wearied of discussing the rancorous subject.

A lovely home atmosphere is one of the flowers of the world, than which there is nothing more tender, nothing more delicate, nothing more calculated to make strong and just the natures cradled and nourished within it.Those who have never experienced such a beneficent influence will not understand wherefore the tear springs glistening to the eyelids at some strange breath in lovely music.The mystic chords which bind and thrill the heart of the nation, they will never know.

Hurstwood's residence could scarcely be said to be infused with this home spirit.It lacked that toleration and regard without which the home is nothing.There was fine furniture, arranged as soothingly as the artistic perception of the occupants warranted.

There were soft rugs, rich, upholstered chairs and divans, a grand piano, a marble carving of some unknown Venus by some unknown artist, and a number of small bronzes gathered from heaven knows where, but generally sold by the large furniture houses along with everything else which goes to make the "perfectly appointed house."

In the dining-room stood a sideboard laden with glistening decanters and other utilities and ornaments in glass, the arrangement of which could not be questioned.Here was something Hurstwood knew about.He had studied the subject for years in his business.He took no little satisfaction in telling each Mary, shortly after she arrived, something of what the art of the thing required.He was not garrulous by any means.On the contrary, there was a fine reserve in his manner toward the entire domestic economy of his life which was all that is comprehended by the popular term, gentlemanly.He would not argue, he would not talk freely.In his manner was something of the dogmatist.What he could not correct, he would ignore.There was a tendency in him to walk away from the impossible thing.

There was a time when he had been considerably enamoured of his Jessica, especially when he was younger and more confined in his success.Now, however, in her seventeenth year, Jessica had developed a certain amount of reserve and independence which was not inviting to the richest form of parental devotion.She was in the high school, and had notions of life which were decidedly those of a patrician.She liked nice clothes and urged for them constantly.Thoughts of love and elegant individual establishments were running in her head.She met girls at the high school whose parents were truly rich and whose fathers had standing locally as partners or owners of solid businesses.

These girls gave themselves the airs befitting the thriving domestic establishments from whence they issued.They were the only ones of the school about whom Jessica concerned herself.

Young Hurstwood, Jr., was in his twentieth year, and was already connected in a promising capacity with a large real estate firm.

He contributed nothing for the domestic expenses of the family, but was thought to be saving his money to invest in real estate.

He had some ability, considerable vanity, and a love of pleasure that had not, as yet, infringed upon his duties, whatever they were.He came in and went out, pursuing his own plans and fancies, addressing a few words to his mother occasionally, relating some little incident to his father, but for the most part confining himself to those generalities with which most conversation concerns itself.He was not laying bare his desires for any one to see.He did not find any one in the house who particularly cared to see.

Mrs.Hurstwood was the type of woman who has ever endeavoured to shine and has been more or less chagrined at the evidences of superior capability in this direction elsewhere.Her knowledge of life extended to that little conventional round of society of which she was not--but longed to be--a member.She was not without realisation already that this thing was impossible, so far as she was concerned.For her daughter, she hoped better things.Through Jessica she might rise a little.Through George, Jr.'s, possible success she might draw to herself the privilege of pointing proudly.Even Hurstwood was doing well enough, and she was anxious that his small real estate adventures should prosper.His property holdings, as yet, were rather small, but his income was pleasing and his position with Fitzgerald and Moy was fixed.Both those gentlemen were on pleasant and rather informal terms with him.

The atmosphere which such personalities would create must be apparent to all.It worked out in a thousand little conversations, all of which were of the same calibre.

"I'm going up to Fox Lake to-morrow," announced George, Jr., at the dinner table one Friday evening.

"What's going on up there?" queried Mrs.Hurstwood.

"Eddie Fahrway's got a new steam launch, and he wants me to come up and see how it works."

"How much did it cost him?" asked his mother.

"Oh, over two thousand dollars.He says it's a dandy."

"Old Fahrway must be making money," put in Hurstwood.

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