Complete March Family Trilogy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,465 pages of information about Complete March Family Trilogy.

Complete March Family Trilogy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,465 pages of information about Complete March Family Trilogy.

“It’s a very material point to us too, Basil,” said Mrs. March.

“Well, of course.  I hadn’t overlooked that, you may be sure.  One of the things that Fulkerson and I have discussed is a scheme for buying the magazine.  Its success is pretty well assured now, and I shouldn’t be afraid to put money into it—­if I had the money.”

“I couldn’t let you sell the house in Boston, Basil!”

“And I don’t want to.  I wish we could go back and live in it and get the rent, too!  It would be quite a support.  But I suppose if Dryfoos won’t keep on, it must come to another Angel.  I hope it won’t be a literary one, with a fancy for running my department.”

“Oh, I guess whoever takes the magazine will be glad enough to keep you!”

“Do you think so?  Well, perhaps.  But I don’t believe Fulkerson would let me stand long between him and an Angel of the right description.”

“Well, then, I believe he would.  And you’ve never seen anything, Basil, to make you really think that Mr. Fulkerson didn’t appreciate you to the utmost.”

“I think I came pretty near an undervaluation in that Lindau trouble.  I shall always wonder what put a backbone into Fulkerson just at that crisis.  Fulkerson doesn’t strike me as the stuff of a moral hero.”

“At any rate, he was one,” said Mrs. March, “and that’s quite enough for me.”

March did not answer.  “What a noble thing life is, anyway!  Here I am, well on the way to fifty, after twenty-five years of hard work, looking forward to the potential poor-house as confidently as I did in youth.  We might have saved a little more than we have saved; but the little more wouldn’t avail if I were turned out of my place now; and we should have lived sordidly to no purpose.  Some one always has you by the throat, unless you have some one else in your grip.  I wonder if that’s the attitude the Almighty intended His respectable creatures to take toward one another!  I wonder if He meant our civilization, the battle we fight in, the game we trick in!  I wonder if He considers it final, and if the kingdom of heaven on earth, which we pray for—­”

“Have you seen Lindau to-day?” Mrs. March asked.

“You inferred it from the quality of my piety?” March laughed, and then suddenly sobered.  “Yes, I saw him.  It’s going rather hard with him, I’m afraid.  The amputation doesn’t heal very well; the shock was very great, and he’s old.  It ’ll take time.  There’s so much pain that they have to keep him under opiates, and I don’t think he fully knew me.  At any rate, I didn’t get my piety from him to-day.”

“It’s horrible!  Horrible!” said Mrs. March.  “I can’t get over it!  After losing his hand in the war, to lose his whole arm now in this way!  It does seem too cruel!  Of course he oughtn’t to have been there; we can say that.  But you oughtn’t to have been there, either, Basil.”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly advising the police to go and club the railroad presidents.”

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