Stories by American Authors, Volume 5 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 163 pages of information about Stories by American Authors, Volume 5.

Stories by American Authors, Volume 5 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 163 pages of information about Stories by American Authors, Volume 5.
a “call,” and made an attempt to respond to it.  But the inner voice failed him.  His outlook was cheerless enough.  During his absence his married sister, the elder one, had taken the other to live with her, relieving Theodore of the charge of contribution to her support.  But suddenly, behold the husband, the brother-in-law, dies, leaving a mere figment of property; and the two ladies, with their two little girls, are afloat in the wide world.  Theodore finds himself at twenty-six without an income, without a profession, and with a family of four females to support.  Well, in his quiet way he draws on his courage.  The history of the two years that passed before he came to Mr. Sloane is really absolutely edifying.  He rescued his sisters and nieces from the deep waters, placed them high and dry, established them somewhere in decent gentility—­and then found at last that his strength had left him—­had dropped dead like an over-ridden horse.  In short, he had worked himself to the bone.  It was now his sisters’ turn.  They nursed him with all the added tenderness of gratitude for the past and terror of the future, and brought him safely through a grievous malady.  Meanwhile Mr. Sloane, having decided to treat himself to a private secretary and suffered dreadful mischance in three successive experiments, had heard of Theodore’s situation and his merits; had furthermore recognized in him the son of an early and intimate friend, and had finally offered him the very comfortable position he now occupies.  There is a decided incongruity between Theodore as a man—­as Theodore, in fine—­and the dear fellow as the intellectual agent, confidant, complaisant, purveyor, pander—­what you will—­of a battered old cynic and dilettante—­a worldling if there ever was one.  There seems at first sight a perfect want of agreement between his character and his function.  One is gold and the other brass, or something very like it.  But on reflection I can enter into it—­his having, under the circumstances, accepted Mr. Sloane’s offer and been content to do his duties. Ce que c’est de nous! Theodore’s contentment in such a case is a theme for the moralist—­a better moralist than I. The best and purest mortals are an odd mixture, and in none of us does honesty exist on its own terms.  Ideally, Theodore hasn’t the smallest business dans cette galere.  It offends my sense of propriety to find him here.  I feel that I ought to notify him as a friend that he has knocked at the wrong door, and that he had better retreat before he is brought to the blush.  However, I suppose he might as well be here as reading Emerson “evenings” in the back parlor, to those two very plain sisters—­judging from their photographs.  Practically it hurts no one not to be too much of a prig.  Poor Theodore was weak, depressed, out of work.  Mr. Sloane offers him a lodging and a salary in return for—­after all, merely a little tact.  All he has to do is to read to the old man, lay down the book a while,
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